<?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-1511702447869876164</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:38:38.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubb</title><subtitle type='html'>Be My Rock 'n' Roll Queen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-5140616580321605134</id><published>2010-07-15T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:21:42.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello (:&lt;br /&gt;these pictures were taken about a month ago, with my new baby Nikon D90 (: it was a photoshoot outing with my uncle in Pantai Tungku. We went there around 4 ish in the evening, so that we'd be able to capture the scenery of a sunset soo... yeah, its kinda successful. im a newbie in photography so, dont expect too much ;p well my uncle taught me how to use the shutter speed and all those. so yeah, these are the pictures. Enjoy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEJGmkXK2gI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zpnrbTws8fA/s1600/DSC_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEJGmkXK2gI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zpnrbTws8fA/s320/DSC_0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495032123755256322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEIcopZeysI/AAAAAAAAAF0/L7QRZK6q7lI/s1600/DSC_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEIcopZeysI/AAAAAAAAAF0/L7QRZK6q7lI/s320/DSC_0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494985979978500802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEIcoeqbxLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wQBAESAQb_g/s1600/DSC_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEHoQEsMzvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aAtkPdJJUJ4/s320/DSC_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494928383203397362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEHmX_dX_qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UatXBUFmzf0/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEHmX_dX_qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UatXBUFmzf0/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494926320214736546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEHkw8oWk5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tkKCRft9bgQ/s1600/DSC_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEHkw8oWk5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tkKCRft9bgQ/s320/DSC_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494924549928948626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEHjhcC33bI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BOZr6DsNVvY/s1600/DSC_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEHjhcC33bI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BOZr6DsNVvY/s320/DSC_0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494923183972146610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TD9phjFuKyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HJD6EpHgnb8/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TD9phjFuKyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HJD6EpHgnb8/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494226095491132194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are more pulang, but its still in the camera, so im kinda lazy to masukkan dalam lappy. so yeah, ani saja dulu lah. i'll upload more photos, kalau rajin :p teehee&lt;br /&gt;masalahnya aku ani pemalas&lt;br /&gt;haha bah&lt;br /&gt;take care and have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chub;&lt;br /&gt;i feel good.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-5140616580321605134?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5140616580321605134/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=5140616580321605134' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/5140616580321605134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/5140616580321605134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-attempt.html' title='first attempt'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/TEJGmkXK2gI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zpnrbTws8fA/s72-c/DSC_0376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-3528242724599168515</id><published>2010-07-15T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:51:00.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry boys :p</title><content type='html'>Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them!&lt;br /&gt;(oh yeah..you're not "popular" if you've slept with more than 6 guys..you're a HOE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; --Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;d-then-have-her-realize-ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;w-wonderful-and-nice-you-a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;re method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful.If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don't say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren't interested in a relationship and they will respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--We don't like girls who are too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--We love it when girls talk about their boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Always make sure you know what kind of stuff your getting into before making out with a guy ...like whether it's a one time deal or not ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Believe it or not shy guys are the most easiest to talk to..it may not seem right but trust me they will start opening up like books after you just ask them questions about their lives and unoticable tell them about yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn't intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that...after you let him know a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hate to admit but...&lt;br /&gt;THIS BS IS REALLY TRUE!!&lt;br /&gt;;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone on the girls' side wanna tell us on what guys dont know about girls?&lt;br /&gt;nyeehee.&lt;br /&gt;deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubs&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-3528242724599168515?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3528242724599168515/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=3528242724599168515' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/3528242724599168515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/3528242724599168515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-boys-p.html' title='Sorry boys :p'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-9116427896761040567</id><published>2010-07-09T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:36:16.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything to me&lt;br /&gt;The unrequited dream&lt;br /&gt;A song that no one sings&lt;br /&gt;The unattainable, Shes a myth that I have to believe in&lt;br /&gt;All I need to make it real is one more reason&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second verse,&lt;br /&gt;Vermillion Part II,&lt;br /&gt;Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-9116427896761040567?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9116427896761040567/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=9116427896761040567' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/9116427896761040567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/9116427896761040567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are.html' title='you are'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-2047864436832491473</id><published>2010-06-26T10:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:27:09.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="post-content"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://callmesyimsyim.tumblr.com/post/715457737"&gt;An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with GOD, the ALMIGHTY. He asked one of his new Christian students to stand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     You are a Christian, aren't you, son?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yes, sir.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     So, you believe in GOD?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Absolutely, sir.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Is GOD good?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Sure.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yes.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt; My Brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        (Student was silent)                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     You can't answer, can you?  Let's start again, young fella. Is GOD Good?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yes.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Is Satan good?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     No.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Where does Satan come from?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     From...GOD...                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     That's right.  Tell me son, is there evil in this World?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yes.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And GOD did make everything. Correct?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yes.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     So who created evil?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        (Student did not answer)                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt; Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yes, sir.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     So, who created them?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        (Student had no answer)                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt; Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe The World around you. Tell me, son...have you ever feen GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     No, sir.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor  :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     No, sir.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yet you still believe in HIM?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yes.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt; According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Nothing.  I only have my Faith.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yes, Faith.  And that is the problem Science has.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yes.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     And is there such a thing as Cold?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yes.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student   :&lt;/span&gt;                                     No, sir. There isn't...                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        (The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events)                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat,                                &lt;br /&gt;Mega Heat, White Heat, a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don't have anything called Cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        There is no such thing as Cold.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        We cannot Measure Cold.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Heat is Energy.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        (There was pin-drop dilence in the Lecture Theatre)                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Darkness?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     You're wrong again, sir.   Darkness is the Absence of                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Something.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light...                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Called Darkness, isn't it?  In reality, Darkness isn't.  If it is,                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        You would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     So what is the point you are making, young man?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student   :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Sir, my point is, your Philosophical Premise is flawed.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Flawed? Can you explain how?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        There is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD. You are                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought.  It uses Electricity and                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Death is Not the Opposite of Life, just the Absence of it                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        a Monkey?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process,                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        yes, of course, I do.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        (The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        argument was going)                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        work and Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor,                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir?                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        (The Class was in uproar)                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Professor's brain?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        (The Class broke out into laughter)                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?...                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         No one appears to have done so.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Protocol, Science says that you have No Brain, sir.  With all due respect,                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        (The Room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        unfathomable)                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Professor :&lt;/span&gt;                                     I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span class="label"&gt;Student    :&lt;/span&gt;                                     That is it sir...Exactly!                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        The Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         that student was ALBERT EINSTEIN.                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!-- post-content --&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-2047864436832491473?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2047864436832491473/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=2047864436832491473' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/2047864436832491473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/2047864436832491473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2010/06/brilliant.html' title='Brilliant!'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-4395060330821226741</id><published>2010-01-25T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:06:33.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mis a ree</title><content type='html'>i tried&lt;div&gt;and i am still trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to involve no one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a misery of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im indirectly neglecting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indirectly running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;away from the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whom for some reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mean so much to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know this pain is too much for me to bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just dont want you to join in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and face my endless misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call me ego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still i dont want you to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and join me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause your happiness meant my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and nothing's gonna change that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dont worry, if you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not that i dont want you to care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just dont want a thing of myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spoil the happy life you now live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need you to be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need you to care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my seat's been taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my place is taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know till when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it surely hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-4395060330821226741?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4395060330821226741/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=4395060330821226741' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/4395060330821226741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/4395060330821226741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/mis-ree.html' title='mis a ree'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-835553826181701073</id><published>2009-12-17T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:36:52.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>study = fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;study + No Study = Fail + No Fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Study ( 1 + No) = Fail ( 1 + No)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thereforee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Study = Fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEEHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan luan dipecaya ni ah. made by idiots. heeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diragui kehalalannya :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-835553826181701073?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/835553826181701073/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=835553826181701073' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/835553826181701073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/835553826181701073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/study-fail.html' title='study = fail'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-306544256521456485</id><published>2009-09-28T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:07:46.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;assalamualaikum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;selamat hari raya....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have less than a month to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nevermind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pheww im nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;0kay ive got something to tell and, antahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you can say im stupid, you can say im a jerk. im both of 'em. honestly, i decided to leave. i know, i know. ive wasted some part of my life. wait i'll calculate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im 17 years and 2 months old. okay ive waited for err.. 5 years? which is 60 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;17 years and 2 months makes a total of 206 months. so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;60/206 X 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;=29.1%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so.. i've bet 29.1% of my life. to know shes happy out there, really happy, its enough for me. well i should know i can never be someone in the slot of her heart. shes happy and i should be happy too. the reason why is yet unclear for you guys, i know. its okay. i know ive waited for long and i should know what she meant for my wait is me to move on. shes happy out there, and im happy for her. painful? yes but you may never know whats ahead of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dont worry. im okay and im happy. and indeed, honestly, i just realise......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(refer to my post 'a story to be told')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;if you get what i mean there, you should know what happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now im neutral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hollow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well im still filled with fats and all. duh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im just saying, i just realise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what really happened in the long wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shes there and i just couldnt realise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-buls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. im sorry, im the reason for your downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; i have 2 boxes and there are 2 kittens in it but only 1 will win the heart, and nil will be left out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; eye loft vu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-306544256521456485?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/306544256521456485/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=306544256521456485' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/306544256521456485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/306544256521456485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-982485378329559931</id><published>2009-09-28T10:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:32:31.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a story to be told</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once upon a time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came a beggar in front of a palace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the beggar was a lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lady of a perfect made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beggar wanted to own the palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he didnt dare to talk to the king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though the king knew what the beggar really wants was the palace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lady with the beggar indirectly told the beggar to stop asking for the palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lady said she could offer something similar to the palace, though not near, which is actually far better, to the beggar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the beggar listened none of what the lady has said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beggar continued to wait and wait and wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;years passed by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beggar dont seem to give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lady with the beggar in  the first place kept on coming and offering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; never giving up offering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however the beggar stayed arrogant, not listening to any of the lady's words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until after the long year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lady no longer came up as always as before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only then the beggar realised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wanted to stop asking for the palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he began to realise that he was forcing himself for the palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he no longer was willing to stay for the palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only then he realised what he lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he began to look for the lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the lady has already reserved the offeree to someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not even a beggar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far better from a beggar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beggar's feeling collapsed after he knew about the lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he then realised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the palace that's holding himself from realising what was there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he regretted what he's done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he began to hint the lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was trying to ask from the lady what she offered before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in an indirect way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however he kept on going through heartbreaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the lady had no idea what he really meant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus the offeree has been reserved for someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;far better from a beggar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now the lady stayed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting for the better one to confirmly accept her offer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the beggar, staying there, trying to regain his place like before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with full of heartbreaks, and patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos only then he realised,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what he really want is what the lady has offered, not the palace owned by the king, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beggar kept on telling himself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saying that he'll lose to the better one, since he's a beggar and no one would ever want to offer something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beggar regretted not realising things earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now he can only wait, and wait, and wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and suffer lots of heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beggar who woke up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-buls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; im sorry i pretended all this time. now i cant hold on cos its way too strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-982485378329559931?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/982485378329559931/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=982485378329559931' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/982485378329559931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/982485378329559931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/story-to-be-told.html' title='a story to be told'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-624906694736514094</id><published>2009-07-31T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:04:58.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>indirectly?</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum. sorry been long. not blogging or updating my blog or whatever. i dont know...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, its almost 1st August of the 'full of tears' year 2009. The year hasnt ended yet but lotsa things are seriously getting on our emotion in every state and medium. whether its love story, of friendship, or birthday, or whatever. maybe 2009 is your best year so far but im one among the ones who's dying slowly through the 2009 chronology. whether you get me on this, it doesnt really matter. im saying what the heart says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay ima gonna say what happened to my so called 'love life', the reason why i create this blog. to story off the live life. im still waiting. waiting outside the door, for hours that feels like seconds, just to give you your favourite chocolate. we go for what we intend. so i'll wait. i can leave anytime but i just dont want to. i saw your kind and sweet neighbours but nothing like you. my heart goes kind, saying i should give the chocolate to your neighbours but i just dont want to. i saw your neighbours have better chocolates already so i dont think they'll take mine plus still, i dont want to cos its all for you. i can wait for a few hours more. dont worry i can wait. but deep in my heart i can say its impossible for you to open the door and accept my gift. cos i can be anything in your eyes. i just hope you know the chocolate's for you, from me, not from someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- you dont get the above part? ajees i know you'll paham the above part (;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;approach me, to know what the part means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been years. honestly 1st august, is when i realised your presence. 1st August 2004. i might not love you for that time but at least im prepared for it. its almost 5 years now. and i'll say i'll love you for another 5 years and more. you've said to me, indirectly, to move on. but why. if it ever hurt you, to know that i love you let me know. i'll leave, i will. but if you ever are alone, and you felt theres some kind of presence beside you, know that its me, loving you wherever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can say i almost give the chocolates to your neighbour. but somehow as i was about to go to your neighbour, they keep chocolates, a better one, to give it to someone better. so i changed my mind and tried to stay put. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried to stay put cos nothing is the same, nothing is similar, to what i felt for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly i almost did fell for someone, almost, but love takes time brother. it may took months, at least. plus she's in the same situation as i am. she's head over heels for a guy so i'll never get the attention. but you, dearest, i'll wait. i'll wait and will wait. hopes will fade. but i'll follow the heart. i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-chubs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. jees, kau paham ni. im sure hehe. others, let me know by the chatbox (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;running 100m in 3 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-624906694736514094?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/624906694736514094/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=624906694736514094' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/624906694736514094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/624906694736514094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/indirectly.html' title='indirectly?'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-8315545055353065117</id><published>2009-07-04T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:34:37.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random post</title><content type='html'>Hello again Assalamualaikum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i wanna unite this post and the one before but, haha reading-fatigue karang eh kamu. anyway most of my friends, this holiday asked me this on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: Hello Bal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: how are you? and holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh im fine never been better. holiday? haha i'd say, im being a couch potato for almost everyday now ;p you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend: haha oh really? ahaha im great thanks. eh, hows your love life?  goin okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeng jeng jeng... here comes the jiwang part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh guys. honestly im im beri the beri pol in lop you know. oh the close ones know much. well i'd say, my love life's goin okay. i mean, ahh let me explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im not with her. im not showing you off that im a bla bla bla but i just wanna make it clear. its been years. well its been 5 goin to 6 years now. i've been lovin and caring and trying. well in that 6 years many things happened but to be honest, loving her and loving other is never same. i dont know. i seemed to give it my all. give it my best shot. i've hurt her before. i wont deny that but there aint no words other than sorry to be said. i mean it to the bottom-est part of my heart with prayers. God will help, insya Allah. Give it your best, you wont regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. she seems to mean the whole world to me but i know, how i look like, who am i. i admit she's got the beauty. And it'll spoil her beauty to be with me. to my thoughts, it'll hurt her for me to love her. maybe i said i'll never leave but for her to be happy is what i really want. I'd leave then, if it hurts her for me to love her. i still dont know wheteher it hurts her or not. but loving her and givin it my all is all i can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd search for someone that could translate feelings into words so that it can be represented. but what for? my friends keep on givin me advices i should say it out to her but friends, its not the right situation. why? i'll keep that. i can stay much longer. i can wait for her. i dont mind. i love her then i'll wait for her. but im afraid, like i said, it'll hurt her. i just, i just dont know. some said its obvious and she knew already. Like i said, friends, it's not the right time. dont ask me why. the ans's locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the 6 years as i waited longer im feeling its gettin better and better. im not saying i'v got the chance but me and her's gettin better each day. im happy. very very happy. im only up when shes not down. and it just even make the feelings even stronger. a very soft heart is what i own. try ask my friends for proofs. i can cry easily. especially over an emotional reason. i dun wanna own her but i just want her to know that i love her. its hurtful if she'll never love me back but as long as she smiles from the heart, i can say i will be okay. her happiness my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im saying i wanna love her till the ocean cover every mountain, then its selfish for me to do that. now im loving you. still. and im right here, beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont know what to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;i love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CM14&lt;br /&gt;"a dirty shack who fell for a palace"&lt;br /&gt;assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-8315545055353065117?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8315545055353065117/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=8315545055353065117' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/8315545055353065117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/8315545055353065117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-post.html' title='random post'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-1754214184680647487</id><published>2009-07-04T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:54:54.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum. hey its been long after my last post. sorry. i admit that i wasnt that commited to blogging and kinda lazy too. well most of the time im updating Outs' blog. so anyway, what should i say here? err okay. H1n1. dayyum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well H1n1 is seriously getting on my nerve. i mean inda pulang aku kana eh but ya know, its freakin' me out. livin' in such a way that i gotta be very very cautious. well, that makes a human better, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1n1 cases in Brunei's reached the 100 border im not sure how many but what i observed when reading brudirect, it keep on increasing every single day. This thing, its just, we cant feel it once we got it. Im sure you all know about it i dont dare to say more cos im afraid im givin you the wrong info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of H1n1, our school's holiday, which is supposed to end by 29th June, is extended for a week till 5th July. meaning on 6th July school lah tu ah. and now's 5th July. sighs. well extension of holiday did give me some time and chances to finish up my homeworks, undone works and revisions but ya know, im too lazy and i keep on saying tomorrow.. tomorrow and now see what's happened. i have about half day left to finish up my homeworks. haha thats not funny. mati. well its my fault i cant blame anyone. yeah? anyway thanks the dudes and dudettes bringin me up to study. you know who you are (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. and yeah, now its 5th July, 4:49 AM. whoa and im still awake? haha normal~ hehe give you a hint. "You love her, you'll wait for her". ahh easy. anyways, just signed up on MSPSBS moodle just now. I love the technology. Makes my life easier and oh, kinda spoon feeding though but yeah, i wont waste the chance. haha (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanna make lots of post. i hope. in this blog. hehe. well see ya then.&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;Next post (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CM14&lt;br /&gt;"i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-1754214184680647487?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1754214184680647487/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=1754214184680647487' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/1754214184680647487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/1754214184680647487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/been-long.html' title='Been long'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-5714932641262184962</id><published>2009-04-01T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:14:27.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whutt</title><content type='html'>hey all. im sorry im not updating my blog regularly cos i've been busy and, i admit laziness strucks my mind ;p and seriously, im not that committed to blogging. heee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight. it aint good to start writing now cos mind set inda ngam. haha weee next post ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-5714932641262184962?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5714932641262184962/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=5714932641262184962' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/5714932641262184962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/5714932641262184962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/whutt.html' title='whutt'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-8770685121507122962</id><published>2009-03-09T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:56:50.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another song for her</title><content type='html'>it a song by Rascal Flatts. this song's for her. i really hope she could read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don't bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin' to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doin' It&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Still Harder&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most was being&lt;br /&gt;so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;That's what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;always in every at ease and at hard&lt;br /&gt;i'd give up the world&lt;br /&gt;just so you be my girl&lt;br /&gt;you are my bestmate&lt;br /&gt;you are my soulmate&lt;br /&gt;i will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;chubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-8770685121507122962?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8770685121507122962/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=8770685121507122962' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/8770685121507122962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/8770685121507122962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-song-for-her.html' title='Another song for her'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-2581886097110176209</id><published>2009-03-06T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:32:01.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring..</title><content type='html'>ohh. today's&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; Friday the 6th of the heavenly month March, 09&lt;/span&gt;. ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah today tiring amatt. early morning i received a surprise call darii sii &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt;, hehs a cousin of mine. ya bawa main bula di kebajikan. i was soo lazy but durrg cakap hey're on their way ke my crib. so mahn, appreciate what theyre trin to do so i woke up besiram, shampoo arus gigi, facewash, thats not mandi. mun mandi aii batah saya dijamban tuu. haha so yeah. pack things up and kebawah. Sii ibu buat nasi lemak but alum siap so i left menjangkau saja. namanya alum masak lai mana jua ulah. so off i go (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sampai di padang kebajikan, saw ramai urrg packed arah futsal courtnya. so we changed our mind. daripada ramai2 beasak, baik tkar tampat. so we end up main di rumah Abang Yus. i was soo damn tired mahn... batuk selisma lah apalah. inda dapat banyak belari. if not parai ako. haha so yeah(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home around 11+. mandi tarus sembahyang jumat. then balik sembahyang jumat lunch, then jalan antar my bros &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;ECA&lt;/span&gt; dii &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;PDS&lt;/span&gt; orr err &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SMSS&lt;/span&gt; (; then i requested arah my parents to tinggalkan saya di Hua Ho Bunut cos durrg kan kerumah Nini di Mulaut Ban 3. so yeah. they dropped me there and ciao. i was jalan2 macam sii banar di &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hua Ho&lt;/span&gt;. cari barang untuk party esuk. however i didnt found much there so inda jadi. jalan2 lah lagi. then sudah bored, call my mum minta ambil. then yang mengambil bukan my mum but my 'Bujang Bungsu'. haha so yeah, ke rumah Nini, at 4 my mum ambil my bros and balik semula ke rumah Nini cos we had fun lahh di..kitt sana. so yeah. at 6+ we ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami ke &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Batu Satu&lt;/span&gt; ara emporium kuning atu baa. searching fr sii daddy punya ubat sal ya batukk. so found one disana and stopped ara this restaurant i dont know what. takeaway. then ciao ke rumah. makan dirumah, its nasi ayam, the food we bought tadii. abis makan, ke&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Giant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lagii cos wanna buy sth. we went there. and i went shopping ;p alone. hehe round round smpai 8+. then balikk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai rumah, on lappy and online. banyak urrg melayan. so i chatted till 1+ whch is around now. bah now i gotta do my hws. s; chem ta yang paling banyakk. shhttt. haha bah eh laterrrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-2581886097110176209?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2581886097110176209/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=2581886097110176209' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/2581886097110176209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/2581886097110176209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiring.html' title='tiring..'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-1465081018550103487</id><published>2009-03-04T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:43:31.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not much to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uhh.. didnt have much to say todayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 days not attening sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dayyum i had two tests tadii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Statistics and Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;heh dun ask me how was it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;damn its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;left with hws and left-out chem practicals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;so gotta join other class esuk for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;chem practical di comp lab!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;surprisingly its uh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;From 1-4!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;bah mati dangan chemist tah ku ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;eyah emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;bah eh im tired mahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;see u soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;readers (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I Love U So&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;|;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-1465081018550103487?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1465081018550103487/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=1465081018550103487' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/1465081018550103487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/1465081018550103487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-much-to-say.html' title='not much to say'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-3578967647589756784</id><published>2009-03-02T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:29:18.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R&amp;B now</title><content type='html'>heyy. its a song by Joe-feel for you. post it here cos wanna share with ya all. the song is kinda nice to hear. so yeah. it feels deep inside, too. s;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe&lt;br /&gt;That I Am Admitting This To You&lt;br /&gt;Coz If You Know Me&lt;br /&gt;Then You Know How Hard&lt;br /&gt;It Is For Me To Say What I Mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've Seen This On Tv&lt;br /&gt;Twice In The Movies,&lt;br /&gt;Never Thought That&lt;br /&gt;It Could Happen To Your Homie.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm A Believer&lt;br /&gt;In All The Things To Do With You Coz&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Felt That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Love Could Be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;And Don't You Forget That&lt;br /&gt;That You're More Than Worth It&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;I Feel Like Ali&lt;br /&gt;When He Shook Up The World&lt;br /&gt;And Like Prince Felt When He Wrote&lt;br /&gt;"The Most Beautiful Girl"&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Is Like A Song I Love To Sing&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I've Never Been Hooked Like This&lt;br /&gt;But I Tell Ya&lt;br /&gt;(Girl I'm All For It)&lt;br /&gt;(You I Adore It)&lt;br /&gt;Anything You Tell Me That&lt;br /&gt;You Need Girl I'll Get It&lt;br /&gt;(I'm In It For The Long Run)&lt;br /&gt;(I Swear You've Got Me On One)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna Ride Till The End Of Time&lt;br /&gt;I'm (Witch You Witch You My Baby)&lt;br /&gt;You Gotta Understand&lt;br /&gt;(I Need) All I Do Is Think Of You&lt;br /&gt;And I Swear&lt;br /&gt;That I've Never Felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Love Could Be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;And Don't You Forget That&lt;br /&gt;That You're More Than Worth It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;I Feel Like Ali&lt;br /&gt;When He Shook Up The World&lt;br /&gt;And Like Prince Felt When He Wrote&lt;br /&gt;"The Most Beautiful Girl"&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Is Like A Song I Love To Sing&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need To Everybody Who Needs Somebody&lt;br /&gt;To Grab Em By The Hand And&lt;br /&gt;Tell Em Just Like This:&lt;br /&gt;That When I'm With You&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want No One Else&lt;br /&gt;You Gotta Me Feeling Better Than&lt;br /&gt;I've Ever Felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Talking About Everyday (Day)&lt;br /&gt;And Every Night (Night)&lt;br /&gt;And When I Hold You In My Arms&lt;br /&gt;It's Just Like Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Feels Better&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Believe It&lt;br /&gt;It Took Me So Long&lt;br /&gt;But I Ain't Ever Felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Love Could Be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;And Don't You Forget That&lt;br /&gt;That You're More Than Worth It&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;I Feel Like Ali&lt;br /&gt;When He Shook Up The World&lt;br /&gt;And Like Prince Felt When He Wrote&lt;br /&gt;"The Most Beautiful Girl"&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Is Like A Song I Love To Sing&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Never Felt That...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Love Could Be Perfect&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;And Don't You Forget That&lt;br /&gt;That You're More Than Worth It&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;I Feel Like Ali&lt;br /&gt;When He Shook Up The World&lt;br /&gt;And Like Prince Felt When He Wrote&lt;br /&gt;"The Most Beautiful Girl"&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Is Like A Song I Love To Sing&lt;br /&gt;And That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's What I Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;That's What I Feel For You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chubs&lt;br /&gt;p.s I Love You&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;always and forever&lt;br /&gt;****,&lt;br /&gt;(';&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-3578967647589756784?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3578967647589756784/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=3578967647589756784' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/3578967647589756784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/3578967647589756784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/r-now.html' title='R&amp;B now'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-1614090768142565658</id><published>2009-03-02T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:05:12.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the heart says it all</title><content type='html'>only for you,&lt;br /&gt;my feelings will stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;never will i leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime im by your side,&lt;br /&gt;is when im really at ease and at joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever,&lt;br /&gt;i dare to say it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why im smiling at the start of the day.&lt;br /&gt;And i hope you know i mean it everytime that i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you always and forever,&lt;br /&gt;it will always be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you're in pain,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cryin everytime you cry&lt;br /&gt;sharing laughter with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i hope you know my love for you is true&lt;br /&gt;stronger than imagined&lt;br /&gt;higher than the sky&lt;br /&gt;deeper than sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you can call me&lt;br /&gt;anytime you're feelin down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No girl can take your place&lt;br /&gt;and i will never ove another girl the same way i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you&lt;br /&gt;cos thats what i really need in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one i chose,&lt;br /&gt;out of all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who i would cherish, and im puttin on my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single second that i live,&lt;br /&gt;i think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what im suppose to do,&lt;br /&gt;if you're not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one thats by your side through the years.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be the one whose gonnna fight away all your tears.&lt;br /&gt;Replacing it with happiness and take away all your fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love you, wit all my heart and soul till i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly need you,&lt;br /&gt; you're the light in my life.&lt;br /&gt;because im always gon treat you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love and my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Until the day i die, i'll try to give you the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If loving you is wrong, then i dont want to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we met, i cant explain the way that i felt.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling all these emotions that i cant even help.&lt;br /&gt;If i didnt meet you, there wont be smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;everything you do make my heart beat fast or race.&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing you do is just so special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you smile, i cant explain the feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna treat you good,&lt;br /&gt;forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i&lt;br /&gt;i dont have the looks&lt;br /&gt;nor quality&lt;br /&gt;a girl like u deserves the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear ****&lt;br /&gt;im sorry that i love you&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is unbearable&lt;br /&gt;i love you for years&lt;br /&gt;now u left&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;if you found a man of your choice out there&lt;br /&gt;i want u to know this&lt;br /&gt;i will always love you&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;and will always do&lt;br /&gt;i wont be happy but i'll pray for ur happiness&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;but if ur heart says no&lt;br /&gt;i'd leave&lt;br /&gt;but i'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;always and forever&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart&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/1511702447869876164-1614090768142565658?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1614090768142565658/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=1614090768142565658' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/1614090768142565658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/1614090768142565658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/only-for-you-my-feelings-will-stay-this.html' title='When the heart says it all'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-4640765044580107837</id><published>2009-03-02T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:05:17.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you and always will I';</title><content type='html'>Sometimes late at night&lt;br /&gt;I think about her&lt;br /&gt;I see her pictures&lt;br /&gt;anything just to remind me of her&lt;br /&gt;So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And the thought crosses my mind&lt;br /&gt;If I never wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Would she ever doubt the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;About her in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day&lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one&lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through&lt;br /&gt;And she must face the world without me&lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life&lt;br /&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them&lt;br /&gt;Now I live with the regret&lt;br /&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed&lt;br /&gt;So I made a promise to myself&lt;br /&gt;To say each day how much she means to me&lt;br /&gt;And avoid that circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all my friends out there&lt;br /&gt;if theres no tomorrow for me&lt;br /&gt;take care of her&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;i love her&lt;br /&gt;i really do&lt;br /&gt;help her when she falls&lt;br /&gt;i love her&lt;br /&gt;i always do&lt;br /&gt;forever and always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edited from the song 'if tomorrow never comes' by Ronan Keating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from Chubs&lt;br /&gt;With Love&lt;br /&gt;'i love u *****'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-4640765044580107837?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4640765044580107837/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=4640765044580107837' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/4640765044580107837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/4640765044580107837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you-and-always-will-i.html' title='i love you and always will I&apos;;'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-5267531408995252748</id><published>2009-03-02T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:55:07.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little update</title><content type='html'>heys. im  back to blogging.. duhh... reason why? i dont know. writing notes on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; membuatkan saya rinduu blogging. haha so here i am. (; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;si lampuh&lt;/span&gt;, is back to business!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. jjust a little update. err today,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 2/3&lt;/span&gt;, nothing much happened actually. its &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rafa's&lt;/span&gt; birthday!! and the day isnt over yet when i write this post. so yeah. heee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go to school today cos i am having a terrible &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;FEVER&lt;/span&gt;! still but its gettin better. got a bruise on my right hand, after i fell off during the cross country. dayyum it's soo painful and 3 of my fingers were swollen. my parents were afraid i might get the fever from the bruise. a.k.a infection lah tu ah. so early morning around 7+ go with sii daddy ke &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Rimba Clinic&lt;/span&gt;. register and find a seat. found two for us, then sit lah. then waiting punya waiting, a last! our names were called ara the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;2nd counter&lt;/span&gt;. then there check blood pressure lah apa lah. the nurse called me &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;alai. &lt;/span&gt;ehhh. aint i too big fr that? heh. te alai alai ani wahh. haha then everything okay, then tarus ke bilik dr. skajap ahh service nya tapii awal awal, bekulat menunggu. haha. masuk, explain evrything nananana then abiss. ambil ubat. then datang my mum. heh. rupanya kan bawa makan.. cheh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Khaz Corner&lt;/span&gt; di &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Rimba Complex&lt;/span&gt;. i ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Kolo Mee&lt;/span&gt; sama &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hot Milo&lt;/span&gt;. nada green tea ahh. then after that balik. makan ubat. then tidurrr.. cos the ubat effectnya bari ngantuk. so apa lagi, tidurlahh. haha thats it fr today. its 5.30 in the afternoon now so yeah, maybe krrg lagi update or, indaa. ahahaha depends ;p. aights laterr thenn, (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I Love U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know who. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-5267531408995252748?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5267531408995252748/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=5267531408995252748' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/5267531408995252748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/5267531408995252748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-update.html' title='a little update'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-6663707024923427369</id><published>2009-03-01T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:08:42.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Country Song</title><content type='html'>its a song by Joe Nichols, i'll wait for you. i bet most of you know how my story is and this one didnt look like it but it feels like it. get it? im willing to wait for her. no matter how long it takes. and this song seriously made me cry. feels deep inside. try hear the song then read this. to you, the one i love, i'll wait for you.. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow in Montana was three feet high&lt;br /&gt;The lady at the counter said: There ain't no flights&lt;br /&gt;And so he called her on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;He said: I'll rent a car and I'll drive home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said: I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did last year&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas time with your family here&lt;br /&gt;And your truck broke down out in San Antone&lt;br /&gt;And the gifts stayed wrapped until you got home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this ain't nothin' new&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's on his cell phone in a Coupe Deville&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' to the one he loves and always will&lt;br /&gt;His heart is breakin' 'cause she's there alone&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is achin' 'cause she wants him home&lt;br /&gt;She says: I'll wait for you like in '68&lt;br /&gt;When our child was due, but I said, he'll have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Until his dad gets here and stands by my side&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Dear, our son's first cry&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this ain't nothin' new&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't stop all day to eat a bite&lt;br /&gt;And he finally got there around midnight&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, she's in a better place&lt;br /&gt;She said to give this you this note just in case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it said, I'll wait for you at Heaven's gate&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't care how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell Saint Pete I can't come in&lt;br /&gt;Without my love and my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this ain't nothin' new&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you, too&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;)';&lt;br /&gt;chubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-6663707024923427369?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6663707024923427369/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=6663707024923427369' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6663707024923427369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6663707024923427369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/country-song.html' title='A Country Song'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-6273680633983612766</id><published>2009-01-30T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:02:06.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) Where and when was your last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;- never been kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What color underwear/boxers/thong wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;- green boxer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;- her favourite songs i knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Whats your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;- her number. seriously. cant say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- mandarin orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6) When was the last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;- just now while reminiscin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;- cloudy. coldy bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 ) Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What is your worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;- bitting my nails and last minute do-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;- uhuh. not any alcohol beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11) Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;- hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) When was the last time, if ever, you blacked out?&lt;br /&gt;- yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Girlfriend/Boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- wanna have one. but i dunt think she felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Your Hair color?&lt;br /&gt;- black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Eye Color?&lt;br /&gt;- brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;- havent tried. i have no sight problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Favorite day?&lt;br /&gt;- days spent with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Favorite Month?&lt;br /&gt;- cant say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Have you ever cried for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;- uhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;-charlie's angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Favorite Day of the Year?&lt;br /&gt;- Days spent with her is always my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Are you too shy to ask someone out?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Last advice you received?&lt;br /&gt;- try harder for the A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What was the highlight of your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;- no highlights, if there is no her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Chocolate or Vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;- love both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What is the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;-its personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What is the last text message sent?&lt;br /&gt;- again its personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Who was the last person you call?&lt;br /&gt;-why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What was the last sports game you watched?&lt;br /&gt;- soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) When was the last time you slept in someoneelse’s bed?&lt;br /&gt;- last night. on my bro's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;- too many to be mentioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Favorite football Team?&lt;br /&gt;- Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) What were you doing before this?&lt;br /&gt;- calling and calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Any pets?&lt;br /&gt;- a fish and several turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite Drink?&lt;br /&gt;- Green Tea and some freezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;- Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Dogs or cats&lt;br /&gt;-Cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;- i'll love it if she loves it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) When was the last time you got in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;- cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Have you ever loved someone?&lt;br /&gt;- always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.41) Who would you like to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Her. only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Are you still friends with people from kindergarten?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Have you ever fired a gun?&lt;br /&gt;- not a gun. a rifle actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Do you like to travel by plane?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) What websites do you go to frequently,besides friendster?&lt;br /&gt;- blogs, soccernet, youtube, her blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46). If you could be with anybody right now who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- her. seriously her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;- 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Ver very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) How was your day&lt;br /&gt;-not like the days with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) 8 People To Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Ajees&lt;br /&gt;2) zie&lt;br /&gt;3) baby goat&lt;br /&gt;4) mumz&lt;br /&gt;5) The Lgs&lt;br /&gt;6) Dan dan&lt;br /&gt;7) Julaly&lt;br /&gt;8) Malina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-6273680633983612766?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6273680633983612766/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=6273680633983612766' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6273680633983612766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6273680633983612766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-where-and-when-was-your-last-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-4586729121292646793</id><published>2009-01-29T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:08:02.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my downs.</title><content type='html'>Do you think you're hot?&lt;br /&gt;- i know where to put myself. and i admit im not hot. not even close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upload your favourite picture of you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAScGUW5D3c/SYBhNkxr42I/AAAAAAAADdw/1ULdZ1UMriw/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i cant. it'd involve another person. so yeah. sorry. next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you like that picture?&lt;br /&gt;- cos its what i see and feel when im in need. i missed her always. so get a clue? that picture contains a her. so yeah. i love her. very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;- don't leave me by Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What name would you prefer besides yours?&lt;br /&gt;- a combination of my name and hers. i cant really say it. sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag 5 people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ajeez&lt;br /&gt;2. Baby Goat&lt;br /&gt;3. Zie&lt;br /&gt;4. Julaly&lt;br /&gt;5. Mumz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 1?&lt;br /&gt;- One of my bestie. he understands me well. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3 is in relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;- she's single. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something about number 5&lt;br /&gt;-never ever give up and he will be yours (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about number 4?&lt;br /&gt;- funny. humorous. clever. and lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 2?&lt;br /&gt;- My bestie.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-4586729121292646793?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4586729121292646793/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=4586729121292646793' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/4586729121292646793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/4586729121292646793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-think-youre-hot-i-know-where-to.html' title='my downs.'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-4263633210894146939</id><published>2009-01-27T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:39:16.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when this heart says it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here i am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting and hoping for the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to feel this 'miss' feeling in my heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here i am standing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting with full of patience..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without sweetness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without convincing promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to show u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is the determination to love u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which i have been holding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a prolongued period of time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ima give u love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if that's what you want from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ima care for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to lighten ur days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ima love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till my last breath..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fulfill all the promises i've made to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one i love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-4263633210894146939?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4263633210894146939/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=4263633210894146939' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/4263633210894146939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/4263633210894146939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-this-heart-says-it-out.html' title='when this heart says it out'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-2567335006238413323</id><published>2009-01-26T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:39:20.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by mumz bebeh ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sii goat (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;2. mumz bebeh (;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ajeez&lt;br /&gt;4. Julaly&lt;br /&gt;5. Zie&lt;br /&gt;6. Pijah&lt;br /&gt;7. malina&lt;br /&gt;8. bebeh&lt;br /&gt;9. Dan Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know 1?&lt;br /&gt;- haha! atu.. my bestie tu. sayang saya tu. haha well how do i know her? schoolmate andd bestie (; and sama sama gilai minuman yang sama. a..pa..kann... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you never met 2?&lt;br /&gt;- never i thought of that. she's my kawan rapat dari dulu hingga sekarang. haha nada ia? maybe aku inda saran laa. hahahaha nadawa beh (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 3 &amp;amp; 4 dated you?&lt;br /&gt;- haha bekirik jua ku tuu soalannya ani ta. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 5 &amp;amp; 6 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;- haha i dont know. masing masing lain conceptnya. pijah crazy crazy, zie diam diam amcam tekirit. haha nadawa zie *kiraikirai*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 7 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;- haha inda attractive dimana, miss Mariah pun gugup ba becakap sama ia. eyah haha OUT OUT! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anything about 8's family?&lt;br /&gt;- haha sii bebeh? haha nada ku tau menau lai~ hahaha ia atu sutt banar ba. becakap sama ia mesti ketawa tuu. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 9?&lt;br /&gt;- Dan Dan? urang yang mengenalkan aku pada Nasi Katok Kaka. haha andd, alainya anak urang atas atas, haha and, ia ani indon, hahaha and, has a nice powerful finishing mun main bula. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 2 speak?&lt;br /&gt;-ehhh macam macam pandainya ni. sabut saja. burma pakistan mexico ah sabut saja. ahh mana ya pandai tu. hahaha i think c beh ani tau cakap asian languages, such as Korea and all. off course malay and english lah aa. haha inda ja beh? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 3 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;- syidah laaa... his beloved wifey soon to be. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 4?&lt;br /&gt;- 17 taun. anching lakat. eyah inda sadar diri. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 6 favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;- im not sure. katanya its the song that matters. mun lagunya lawa, aa lawa tah tu ya. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 8 single?&lt;br /&gt;- sii bebeh? haha engaged kali udahh.. haha sal cincinnya atu inda mau lapas ba. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 9 last name?&lt;br /&gt;- Matyussof i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider being a relationship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;- aaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which school does 2 go to?&lt;br /&gt;- dari awal sampai ani PDS (recently known as SMS), and she planned to go to PTE KAtok this year (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about 3?&lt;br /&gt;- ajeez? haha antahah. he has this macam, hidden sweetness and hidden kindness. HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-2567335006238413323?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2567335006238413323/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=2567335006238413323' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/2567335006238413323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/2567335006238413323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-by-mumz-bebeh-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-6430180362261330764</id><published>2008-12-22T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:26:23.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for fun=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what if your ex said this to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Hi. How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-im fine thank you.u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Hey! You wanna go to the mall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-sorry but,marah karang my girlfie.haha xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- baru kau kan membagitau?sorry.aku ada dia.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Do you want some cookie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-nada kau jampi jampi ni?hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Can i take a picture with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-only us both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. Would you help me with my homework?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-why not.no pigang2 ah.saya senitip tu!haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. Here`s a gift to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-thanks.. but..why me and what for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. Let us just be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-apa kau pikir slama ani?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. Do you want me to buy you an ipod?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-sorry but,i have tonnes of it at home haha xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. Lets watch a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-sure.can i bring my girlfie along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11. Hi baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-who?me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12. You`re still gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-dulu kau ucap lampuh bida ani gorgeous tia!xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13. I still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-thanks but sorry,i never want to go back=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14. Can i visit your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-im sorry but my girlfie's living with me.so,i guess not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15. Do you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-why should i after what u've done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now tag 5 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-ajees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-amal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-julaly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-aul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-geng rumah ayyub xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-6430180362261330764?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6430180362261330764/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=6430180362261330764' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6430180362261330764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6430180362261330764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-ones-for-fun.html' title='This one&apos;s for fun=)'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-2156038294325167527</id><published>2008-12-22T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:05:07.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just Do</title><content type='html'>1. What's the relationship of you and her/him?&lt;br /&gt;-bestfriend.thats what i regard her as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards her/him?&lt;br /&gt;- very funny,adorable in every way,religious,caring,genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable things she/he have said to you.&lt;br /&gt;- u dun have to know that xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable things she/he had done for you.&lt;br /&gt;- accept my apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If she/he becomes your lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;- be grateful and be by her side,anytime,anywhere,everytime and will marry her,and love her till the day i die.its a promise.and i take promises seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If she/he becomes your enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;- err haha never imagined that before=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she/he becomes your love, she/he has to improve on:&lt;br /&gt;- no need.i love just the way she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If she/he becomes your enemy, the reason is&lt;br /&gt;- she wants bmw and i want mercedes.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;- to let her lay her head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The overall impression of him/her is-&lt;br /&gt;- perfect and stupendous in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. how do you think the people around you feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;- ask them hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The characteristic that you think you have, is?&lt;br /&gt;- talkative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On the contrary, the characteristic you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;- lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person that you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;- her husband=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For the people who care about you and like you, say something about them&lt;br /&gt;- i love u guys xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 10 people you tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;amal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ajees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;julaly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;atul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;joules&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ayyub&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aiman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ayen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zureen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fiffy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Who is No.2 having a relationship with?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-syidah.haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. No. 3 a male or female?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- male.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. If No. 7 and No. 10 were to be together, would it be a good thing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- andang ngam lagi dulu.GAY!hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. How about No. 5 and No. 8?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- haha marah karang no.8's dalingg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Is No. 4 single?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-she's taken.hahaha sorry boys=))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. what is no.1 studying about?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-picture editting?HAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Say something about No. 6?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-perasan kuat.HAHAHAAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-2156038294325167527?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2156038294325167527/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=2156038294325167527' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/2156038294325167527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/2156038294325167527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-do.html' title='I just Do'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-3308577077301079019</id><published>2008-12-22T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:27:54.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionnaires</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ABOUT MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;- nama banar kah eksen ni maunya ani?elaah yatah me inda suka ni.mun priksa bio kompom fail ni tukang buat soalan ahh.inda spesifik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;- 16 ku lakat.jangan ketawa.ku sibai pulang karang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- 26 July 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;- 8 ft 10 inch.eyah membual.haha im not sure.about 160++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what is your weight?&lt;br /&gt;-Dun mention it.haha yang penting category obese.last ku btimbang d klinik masa ku damam and dat was err in march?hehe and im gaining weight masa ani.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;- Science College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what class are you in?&lt;br /&gt;- 5'O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You usually sit at the back or in front?&lt;br /&gt;- since im big, at the back lah but,masa geo, im bringing sexy back so duduk dapan lah.wawawawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who do you usually hang out with at school?&lt;br /&gt;- anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is/are your fav subjects?&lt;br /&gt;- both mathematics,sciences sama...atu saja kali.haha and wednesday english so we get to watch Dr. Siapa xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you single/taken/married?&lt;br /&gt;- hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. By who? if you're taken/married?&lt;br /&gt;- no one bebeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your longest relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- dun mention it=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever given/received a rose from someone you loved?&lt;br /&gt;- rose?arah mail ganya.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you said I Love You to someone?&lt;br /&gt;- ahh,if indirectly kira jua kah?haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEEPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever kissed someone that belongs to other people?&lt;br /&gt;- hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you kiss the person you last kissed?&lt;br /&gt;- urang lain lah pulang..next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever thought of wanting to make love with your love ones?&lt;br /&gt;- whutt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;- like ajeez cakap,hugs come with kisses.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever cry just because you love him/her so much?&lt;br /&gt;- lately yes=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you regret of being with any of your ex bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't think so.it taught me what life is all about=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's one thing you regret of doing in the past?&lt;br /&gt;- inda blajar untuk O level=pp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you cry recently? why?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah cause aa..err i guess i just love,miss and care too much about her=) love u aacaab=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever regret of rejecting people's proposal?&lt;br /&gt;- never been proposed.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's the last person that you kissed and hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- i kdong dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are/is your close friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- too many to be mentioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you do anything for them?&lt;br /&gt;- consider lah dulu apa.hahaha but if its her,yeah everything=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How many times you guys see each other?&lt;br /&gt;- malaarr..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love and friendship, which one will you choose? why?&lt;br /&gt;- apa situationnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been used by your friends/use your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many family members do you have?&lt;br /&gt;-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which one are you close with?&lt;br /&gt;- i think semua.hha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you tell EVERYTHING to your parents?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep alone or with siblings?&lt;br /&gt;- with a brother yang damit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you do if you're living alone?&lt;br /&gt;- be natural=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you allowed to have bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;- i think now yes.kalii.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times you went out a week?&lt;br /&gt;- ask the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do your parents look at your homeworks/schoolworks?&lt;br /&gt;- not now.they ask saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do your parents read your inbox all the time?&lt;br /&gt;- no way.they understand myself jua to have my own privacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you allow to oversleep at your friend's place?&lt;br /&gt;- depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;- a playlist of her favourite songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you currently eating/drinking something?&lt;br /&gt;- a bottle of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How late did you stay up last night?&lt;br /&gt;- 4 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will you do anything just to get things that you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you do if the person you love doesn't love you anymore?&lt;br /&gt;- if i love banar2,heartbroken,be gone by a week,then come back arahnya and gain her love balik..if its unofficial,i'll just move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-3308577077301079019?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3308577077301079019/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=3308577077301079019' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/3308577077301079019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/3308577077301079019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-myself-1.html' title='Questionnaires'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-2834454114746644843</id><published>2008-11-21T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:01:26.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>at last. . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;hey guys sorry for not updating my blogs.been busy lately. and also,...lazy?hahaha..anyways this is what happened on thursday,20th of Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Thursday,20th November 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-okay..i slept at about 2++ in the morning.then woke up around 5 because im coming to school.why?there's an 'unofficial' outsyders training at school.cos there's an open tourney for us on the 25th,which is this monday.Plus,its the day to return our textbooks!!i packed it all already the noght before,and realise there's only 11. im sure there's no more. then, i realised, 3 books are missing: Mathematics 4A, pencegahan rasuah and Physics. Dayyuummmmm...i was like,oh no! i could do nothing. so i just let it be, and go to sleep.woke up, take some time in the bathroom(sleeping,haha!)then have my bath. put on my attire and did the final check on my things to be brought to school once again. all are in,took my guitar along and went downstairs. i ate my breakfast and waited for my daddy. then off we go to the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;That day i arrived at school a little bit late. it was almost 7. on my way to the school's cafeteria, aunti2 canteen ketawakan saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;aunti:Mau kemana lai bawa barang segala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;me: kan bali serigala.(nadawah just being lame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;me:kana halau anti dari rumah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;then off i go,selamber-ly,arah my FwEnZzZZZ(oh no!)..duduk,then asked them how many books are there actually.they said its 14,so i just senyum sinis.hehe.WILSON then took my guitar off the bag and apa lagi, play his favourite no.1 song,Zombie first.hahaha.then PIJAH  took the guitar and main.handal ehh PIJAHH main.kalah slash..seriously..Slash katun!wawawawawawa.PIJAH macam just strum the guitar.and observe the guitar shape and so-ever.Then its time for the National anthem,we stood still.then ada teacher Nor Chua. in front of our bench was a bunch of form 3 girls.They talked and move around during the national anthem.then teacher Nor Chua marahi,naahh mengajut diam..durang malu tarus.after the national anthem ada school pray,then announcement..after that,we chose a bigger bench, i mean a better place for our class to simpan the books. so yeah we did.then datang Miss Robina,our acting- class teacher cause our class teacher was on maternity leave. she sits down, share some jokes then jalankan kerjanya sebagai seorang guru untuk mencek the books. i owe the Government(haha chehh~) 3 books mahnn..haha.then after my turn, i say JULALY baru datang. i approached him and sit down on the 5e's bench with Azlan,Muiz Wali, Dan Dan, and banyak lagi eh. Share some jokes and 'Smokin hot stories'..haha after that,go back to my class's bench,saw ZAIM and the other guitarists of my class except AJEEZ saja.then ZAIM gave me the guitar and suruh saya play some songs yang dapat main 2 urang. i played the rhythm,he played the bass and the lead. we played LAST KISS,ZOMBIE, and macam2..then ZAIM ada this song he asked me to play. i dont know what it is.ZAIM cakap he knows how to play the lead.so saya layantah.unfortunately,the chords of the lagu ada yang saya inda pandai.ZAIM cakap AZIM and WILSON inda pandai main the rhythm of the song and he was hoping dat i cud.so,inspiration inside my head.chehhh~haha i Learnt the chords from ZAIM at that instant.Luckily i was able to play the song and the song was sooo dayyyuuummm cool.maybe pasal ada 2 bunyi atu kali.ZAIM's good at guitar.so we played the song over and over again sampai my jari ani karas macam sutung.eh apakan,haha lame..then JULALY mengaga saya.menyuruh saya merunding teacher kan minjam the futsal court. so i agree and go to duh gym.buka pintu,ramai form 4s..i was bangang.then rupanya durang ada activitites and tiba2 keberanian saya kan betanya teacher ilang.haha went back to the cafeteria,told the guys the bad news.then as i went back to my class's bench,the books were ready to be transported to the book store.haha then Miss Robina and miss Lee called me MAcho guy!!yahoo apa lagi,sambil kambang2 idung saya mengangkat buku ah.baratnya pun inda terasa lagi bahh.hahahaha then,after kana suruh mengangkat, JULALY approach saya sekali lagi.and about the same thing.then i say yes,we went to the gym with more souljas.Jwan,me,Muiz Wali, and dan dan.ani yang lapar bula saja nii.hahaha.then only jwan me and dan dan saja masuk.yang lain penakut.haha nadadehh..only jwan and dan dan,w/out me.Rupa rupanya,durang runding sir azlan!Sir Azlan ani cool ni.sporting.so apa lagi,ya suruh,sorang sorang kami memacut ke futsal court.aku lah no.1.biasalahh...usain bolt punya adi kaliah.beza sais ganya bro.hahaha. then kami pun main walaupun hangat...some ppbs join: aqil and muaz.haha aku tetackle kaki muaz then he fell down.haha.then sorang2 giv up kepanasan.kami pun rehat d canteen..after some time rehatting,kami main jua lah lagi.we stopped tengah hari,took our bath d gym and chill d cafeteria..afternoon PPB book padang.so indirectly,not our turn lah tuu.but,after hours ppb main,lapar tia jua batis ani kan mainn..so kami mengintu2 lah arah court aa.liat ppb main.at first we din wanna play.but then masa PPB main atu limbu,apa lagi,nafsu bula memuncak yo!so aku runding kapla PPB,AJEEZ,and ya cakap ok.but durang need to refiill air dulu then belawan..then we get ready and tandang2 bula d futsal court atu while the ppbs refill their water and fluids.then,inda batah kami main, we were kicked out by Sir Izam cos ada form 1 PE kan pakai.we had no choice but to leave the field,dengan Rasa hampa..but wat to do kan,...so kami play arah the open space ampir the futsal.kami belatih menandang ujung kaki yaw..ragadd...ganya sakitt.hahaha.then about an hour afta that,hujan pun turunn..the form 1 playing arah futsal atu semua kucar kacir larinya.so kami apa lagi.we took our bags near the courts and put em under roof.then,hah main di dalam hujan..it was The Fantastic 3 against The 'inda membari2 4'.haha i was one team with zaim and daniel PPB.while yang 4 ikung atu captain jwan,captain m.wali, Jul Bulu and Shrek Alien..the Fabtastic 3 won and im the man of the match.aku ganya solo membawa bula yang lain barat!pemalas! anu 4 urang ani pun sama..dipin inda seberapa.c jul sama c shrek bah,macam inda ujud..duii~hahaha hey,main2 saja wah.but we did won tapi im not the man of the match.haha aku tah paling pemalas ngambil bula ahh.haha but seriously mahn yang 4 ikung atu andal..terutama captain jwan sama m.wali.(hahah ngambil ati aku ahhh)hahahahah.cawir ehh...skali kami ngalih and decided to chill d cafeteria.then my sister a.k.a cousin called me kan bawa liat wayang that night.she said its on her.so apa lagi,Rejeki jangan di push..pull saja..then saya balik,tarus mandi and bebaju..bwa baju trus untuk tdur arah my sister atu punya house,as in rumah parentsnya,a.k.a rumah my angah.hahaha.then inda batah ada tia my sister ambil d rumah.we went to my angah's dulu sal ya cakap ya kan mandi dulu since ya bru balik kraja.padantah kritanya bau ketiak maci aiana.hahah nadawaaa..haha.not only me yang kana blanja ani.ada 2 urang lagi cousin saya.semua laki2 yang dbwanya ani..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;after that bla bla bla,kami take off dari rumah my angah ke GADONG!!!!!!oh hell mahnnn aku alum pernah ke Gadong.nadadehh.hahahaha my last time to GAdong was in March.hell mahnn...katil Rizqun pun jadi dua kali udah.Tukar nama tia kali udah rizqun ah.hahaha.that time was about 8 lalu udah.so we book tickets.we wanted to watch Ku an tam of su la se.haha but then kana balikan madahuha.Madagascar bah.inda kan di tolak kali?paksa jua kan..bukan duitku pun..hahahaha then kami ke arcade sementara menunggu show time.the arcade yang arah pool dulu.my cousin ani menchallenge main initial d.saya ani pantang dicabar ni.so apa lagi,saya accept lah.but then ya lawan my cousin sorang lagi.there were 3 of us,minus my sister.so ya kalahkan my cousin atu.then its my turn.adjust kerusinya the n piangg~~~~~~!!patah yo~!!!!!nadadehh.haha saya adjust sampai nyaman.then put in the token,select my car,my car was  Rx-7 213267284104 Nissan.wesehh detail hantap.haha nadadeh.but yes my car was rx 7.so my transmissin manual.nadadeh.auto lah,wet road.then the circuit saya antam2.my cousin kritanya evo.then kami belumba.SHOCKINGLY!!!!i won!!!!!!!!!!!!!haha then my cousin yang sorang ani kan melawan tah jua.kata saya karang,sibuk lakat.haha then ada this kid,tarus2 duduk arah initial d,which was next to me,which happened to be my opponent!then saya ani pandang rendah lah arah this kid.its gonna be easy i said.tapi yo,dayyummmm dat kidd...i did beat him but most of the time he leads wah.and i won pun kalok.masa almost finishing line saya putung ia.gila ehh dat kiddd.handall.he was about 4 years old in apperarance..then my cousin yang sorang lawan lagii..i lost and then stop playing.then watch the show~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;MADAGASCAR 2 was not as best as the first one.but this one more menyentuh hati but less funny.haha tapi cali lahh.rugged lah. i just love the song.will i am kali punya..then i almost cried during the show. masa the show saya banyak angan2 about u girl.seriously mahnn im sooo deep in love..its still not good u din noe anything about me loving u girl.u'll noe it soon. anyway fellas,yeah i was in love anyway..very..true. true.ahahahah.then after abis the show,it was 11+.that was my first time goin out till late at night.seriously.then we went home,and have a nice sleep.im so ketayaran..Tired bah.hehe.okay fellas.sorry i noe my post this time inda betantu sedikit.im on something.i have problems w/ my health and u dun worry about it=).okay matesss..see u when i see u. To u,I love u dearly.see u all when i see u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-2834454114746644843?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2834454114746644843/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=2834454114746644843' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/2834454114746644843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/2834454114746644843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-last.html' title='at last. . . . .'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-6074749718841275626</id><published>2008-11-13T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:10:37.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact is a fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the continuation of the Freaky Facts which i posted before this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The longest place name is 'Bangkok' in Thailand. It is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'Krungthep Mahanakhon Bovorn Ratanokosin Mahintharayutthaya Mahadilokpop Noparatratchathani Burirom Udomratchanivet Mahasathan Amornpiman Avatarnsathit Sakkathattiyavisnukarmprasit&lt;/span&gt;. It means 'City of Angel'. Usually shortened to Krungthep Mahanakhon for obvious reasons.(macam membaca jampi bah menyabut kadidia.hahaha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;record for holding one's breath underwater is 7.5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;(lapas atu mati tia.hahaha xp)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick' is the toughest tongue-twister in the english language.&lt;/span&gt;(kalau kan cuba bisai-bisai.Jaga saja babau ulihnya.gahahaha!=D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People photocopying their butts is the cause of 23 per cent of all photocopier malfunctions.&lt;/span&gt;(sadang sadang kan menalur ani.haha yatah mun kan photocopy d kadai,liat dulu mesinnya ah.mun kacanya betakah,ya udah tu pekerjanya menalurrr.hahahah)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n 1980, Las Vegas hospital&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; suspended workers for betting on when patients would die.&lt;/span&gt;(sanang manang ni.bunuh saja patientnya ah abis.haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most cows&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; give more milk when they listen music&lt;/span&gt;(Kung-pow inda jua.haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No words&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;english language rhyme with month,orange,silver or purple&lt;/span&gt;.(cari tia mun dapat.mesti ada dalam dictionary.nyehnyehnyeh menangis kamu mencari.haha=D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Dats all folks. Lets see if i can look out for more freaky facts. Aight but it is not a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chubby Meat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-6074749718841275626?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6074749718841275626/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=6074749718841275626' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6074749718841275626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6074749718841275626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/fact-is-fact.html' title='Fact is a fact'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-1477749535270652317</id><published>2008-11-07T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:19:03.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography and Biology is killing me=((</title><content type='html'>at first biology.studied almost all topics however still difficult.cried that night and realise later theres nothing i could do but to pray for a good result.Biology o level examination woke me up.To never give up,to never target the questions and to never stop studying.so the exams after biology i studied everything.then came geography.i remembered geography's examination format is easy as we can target the topics.so i didnt study well,about oly 4 topics and leave the rest.i studied only the topics my teacher targeted.unfortunately,unpredictably,shockingly,killing me,none of the topics i read came out.NONE OF THEM.I think the Geography exam this year is hard as we had to apply theories on our answer,not theoritically.u get the difference?its like maths.we have to apply.im down,upset,disappointed. .i answered the questions by logic thinking.i chose the questions 2 4 7 and 8.i didnt even write on all the pages of the answer booklet.i even left one page of my answer booklet empty.all my friends asked for another answer booklet.i realised during the exam,my dreams are all destroyed,collapsing.just because of my damn hell too much confident for the exam.im sorry if i sounded cocky and too much,but im targetting for the scholar next year.if its not possible,i hope i cud get 8 Os,or even better 5As or more.i can imagine my parents are disappointed in me. .im sorry and promised to do better in the upcoming exam.insya Allah. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly by chubby meat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-1477749535270652317?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1477749535270652317/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=1477749535270652317' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/1477749535270652317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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loving you brings me up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;even if you didnt do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the old,ugly hairy filthy beggar&lt;br /&gt;you are the princess with great kindness and of great beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me? Or not love me?&lt;br /&gt;As for things like that, it’s already fine either way&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I wish&lt;br /&gt;There are many unchangeable things in this world, right?&lt;br /&gt;That’s right, and because only the fact of my loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is the truth unchangeable by anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stop dreamin and tell it to you&lt;br /&gt;There’s something that I must tell you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved, but you don’t seem to love me&lt;br /&gt;I wander within that repetition&lt;br /&gt;I found one answer; that even if I’m scared&lt;br /&gt;Even if I’m hurt, I can say “I love you” to the person who I love&lt;br /&gt;It’s scary to turn my feelings into words&lt;br /&gt;But I can say “I love you” to the person who I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if those thoughts aren’t fulfilled, I can say “I love you” to the person who I love&lt;br /&gt;It’s the most wonderful thing in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To The God I've Never Seen But Who I Betray,&lt;br /&gt;please fulfill the retarded piece of my dream&lt;br /&gt;i admit i've been disobeying your orders&lt;br /&gt;To whom wud i ask for if it wasn't u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To The One,&lt;br /&gt;I love You,&lt;br /&gt;Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Madly,&lt;br /&gt;Deeply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-6085004552046832686?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6085004552046832686/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=6085004552046832686' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6085004552046832686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6085004552046832686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/heartspeaks.html' title='HeartSpeaks'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-6185468350314029234</id><published>2008-10-04T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T05:45:49.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm Hungry..</title><content type='html'>4/10&lt;br /&gt;-hoho today i didnt sleep.well actually i  did.more info refer to my blog before this one=p.okay laa i did sleep today but woke up around 4am,realising that my bro slept with the lappy.then i put on the charger and hah,start using it..i updated my blog, and so and so then dangar lagu dear god..ahhh kejiwa ayyy dat songg..i didnt know at first ya ke jiwa..then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EBY&lt;/span&gt; gitau dat song lawa.i searched for its lyrics and god,it was so damn true!!!thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EBY&lt;/span&gt;!!guitarnya menyanyi bah!handal a7x atuu.my class kan buat band tuu..namanya,WILJEESBALKOGING..consists of ajees (rhythm),zaim (lead),wilson (bassist),aku drummer antu(prasan hantapp..jees kau paham nii..hahaha) ,singer nya c joko,Bor(driver van)hahaha jahat aku ani eh..hahahaha joko?nadadehh..hahaha.anyway,aku dangar lagu then kacau my bro sleeping beauty..wth..haha yea skali ya bangun at 6,marah2,then tidur baliik at 630.then menaluurr..bagi makan paiting pis adik2 ku..then ke jamban melabur.then my mom knock the jamban door,asking me to take my bath..dat time 8 sumthing sudah.my daddy's flight kul 11..then i took my bath and kluar,banguni my adik suruh mandii..i was like ready dari kul 9 sudah..then 9.15,riuh tia rumah ahh..ada yang mengusut ada yang cari2 ada yang antaheh..aku diam ja.hhaha.boring2,i watch dvd..national treasure yang kedua.then my daddy callled me kan suruh angkatkan begnya..skali one final check..my dad sabut smua ticket,passport..then aku interrupt by saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kunci jangan lupa bah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skali my daddy check,haha kunci begnya ilangg..begnya bekunci udahh..then cari punya cari dapat tiaa..ulehku..skali my dad puji lerr..hahaha bangga ku tarus.hahaha..then afta that smua siap so,off we go to the airport.sampai saja d airport,my dad ropped me and my bro yang bungsu untuk bawakan the bag.so yea i did while durang cari parking..i asked my bro yang kedua bawa rubiks later ssince my hand's full..then off they go cari parking.me take a trolley and load the bag onto the trolley..haha mcam kan balik &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK&lt;/span&gt; rasanya,,beg lagi damit2(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA ATU YA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERASAN HANTAPP!!!&lt;/span&gt;)aaamiinn.then my bro sit arah frontside of the trolley cause ada space enuff for him to join the ride.as i enter the airport,looking for a seat,ada this gorl..hissing i mean macam psst psst..haha masa atu i was so sleepy..my vision was blurryy..then i looked arah that girl,with my eyes doing macam c ajeees buat kalau ya inda pakai contact lens.hahahaha.then shockingly,it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEE DEE&lt;/span&gt;.Ya Rabbi batah inda ku jumpa anak atuu..pakai baju kurung ya..haha then tagurnya kuu..aku ani malu2..haha ya ani malar calll my fon..mesti ada in one month.reason why?simply just because to keep in contact.sanggup ya makai payless c &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAGING&lt;/span&gt; balikan untuk call me..ohh so sweet of uu..haha then kami cakap2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:haii baalll&lt;br /&gt;me:oh haaiii..sorry aa inda ku kenal banar kau tadi aa&lt;br /&gt;Her:haha its okay..haha kau kan kemana ni?&lt;br /&gt;me:oh its my dad,..ya kan ke Korea..&lt;br /&gt;her:yawah?behapa ya disana?&lt;br /&gt;me:biasalahh..keraja..nada lainn..kau kan kemanani?&lt;br /&gt;her:indon..&lt;br /&gt;me:ah?apa ada?&lt;br /&gt;Her:biasa..balik kampung..eh atu my sis tu.u dun noe her kan?(calling her sis but inda sisnya mengaga kami)&lt;br /&gt;me:ohh iya tuu..(buat2 kenall)(heartspeaks:damn,lawa jua sisnya atu)ahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;her:awu iyaa tuu..mana daddy mu?&lt;br /&gt;me:durang cari parking..ani sama my bro&lt;br /&gt;her:haha kiut..eh kenapa tia kau makin ensem ani(heartspeaks:hahahahahahahahahahahahahha)&lt;br /&gt;me:hensem??nadalahh..bida kaliah(hahahaha dui aku ahh..anu inda biasa kana puji bahh)&lt;br /&gt;her:awu..makin kurus lagii..&lt;br /&gt;me:kurus tia karang..makin buncit ada..&lt;br /&gt;Her:awu inda pulang(heartspeaks:shit c ajees ni mempengaruhi anu menyakitkan hati ah)hahahah&lt;br /&gt;me:eh tu nah my family&lt;br /&gt;Her:barapa urang adi bradimu kann?&lt;br /&gt;me:4..ani twins ni sama my sister&lt;br /&gt;her:ohh..haha kiut..eh,aku salam tah ni(referring to my parents)&lt;br /&gt;me:well if u want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skali my dad and my mum di salamnya with 'hello'..i introduced her to them and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:okay dee see you&lt;br /&gt;her:okay bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off we go..my father aga arah matenya dangannya belayar..then crita2,waiting for this one mate lagi,representative from Borneo Bulletin.then after smua udah datang,datang lagi ambassador Korea..crita2..then datang lagi media..i mean journalists kali sal durang interview my dad,bawa note pad sama recorder..then photo session.after that baru my dad check in.masa my dad check in aku rasa aku jumpa a friend of mine,Hj faiz.tapi im not sure its he or not.then aku inda ingau and watch my father as he check in.then aku main trolley with my sibbs since urang inda ramai..mun ramai tau jua ku malu kali ah.haha.yhen abis my father check in,ya tukar duit..giilaaa atuu banyak duit korea aa..macam duit gangster america dalam tv..bebungkus kai gatah.haha nadadeh..inda saya nampak banar duit aa..skali my dad kan masuk gate..so salam,kiss2,gitau minta belikan apa.hahahahaha nadadeh..skali my dad masuk udah,i texted dee dee bon voyage..then kami jalan ke serusop makan..Ideal..datang ke ideal,paksa nunggu 20 min untuk ayamnya kan masak..aii damnn...skali kami jalan dulu..aku ke teguh raya wit my bro ke 2.ya bali komik shin chan..mahal dude d sana.5.70.skali kami jalan ke Bismi.i bought majalah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT,celebrity magazine&lt;/span&gt;.then my bro nampak laggi shin chan,harganya 4.70..giilaa seringgit bah bezanya.apa lagi,balinya tah jua.belagak kaya.raya ganya kau kaya..hahahahah.then me n my bro ke ideal balik.i called my mum thru phone and gtau ea kami tunggu sana saja.menalur kami duduk baca buku.then ada my aunt datang.tanya2.not long after that,my mum datang..durang cakap2 sambil jalan ke counter,,..my mum dapannya so yes!kami dapat order dulu..haha skadar..lapar banar bah dude masa atu.my mome bought whole chicken,cheesy fries and sour cream fries nya,2 belgium waffle.skali sudah our order siap,the whole chicken damiiit hantaapppp...macam spring chicken wahh..soo hampa my mum and me and semua lahh..skali buka nasinya,bukan garlic rice!aiii..hampa tah ku lagii..kata my mum tadi nada nasi garlic aa.my mum bought me 1 saja since nasinya bukan garlic rice..so i bought another 5.nadadehh,..haha 1 saja and replace my mum punya drinks.cawannya bucur.then makan2,inda kanyang,..so my adik2 ani makan inda abis,,so i guess this is the best time for me to do my job&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.VACUUMING&lt;/span&gt;!!!hahaha nasinya inda pulang,ayamnya samal chips saja..haha then datang tia belgium wafflee aa..kami bebagi since ia basar.then aku makan,haha aku ganya sorang yang kanyang.haha then happily,aku pulang saja tuu happy,kami jalan..my mum bawa arah this 1.80 shop.then balik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home,i switched on the bilik tamu punya air con and kipas and berehat d bilik tamu,sambil tunggu urang datang,if any.then ada mesej c &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julaly &lt;/span&gt;about tuition.after that i call my tuition teacher for my class replacement cause i didnt come last class.then katanya i can come later.so that means aku sama class with julaly and Isa!so happy,excited.notlong after that,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUMZ &lt;/span&gt;telpon.haha regarding haji faiz.banar ia wah.nyasal jua ku inda tagur.haha.then after that aku naik,took my bath and get ready for my tuition.sampai tuition,ada  this wonder.haha mun paham bisai.waiting for kawannya kali arah tangga.as i pass through her aku smile then ia smile jua.hehe ding ding,10 out of 100 chance ku udah.haha prasan..no lah i'll stick to one ah&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jees&lt;/span&gt; ahh..then masuk,start my tuition dangan 2 urang gila-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULALY AND ISA&lt;/span&gt;.haha maalaar i laugh masa tuiton ah.siuk inda lagi ramai urang tuu..haha then after that,balik,my mum balikan cheesy fries jollibee!!nyaman gilaa.tapi tinggal sikit cause my sibbs makan udah.then i asked my mum why buy sikit saja.katanya in a hurry sal my ngangah(my childhood guardian) waiting d rumah).then as we reached home,durang balik cause kan beraya lagi..guilty rasanya..luckily durang makan the meals,heavy meals my mum prepared for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLOSE FAMILY&lt;/span&gt; to EAT.then,me,tired,went upstairs and buka air con bilik.parut lapar,turun balik and makan.naik,cold enuff,buka baju,pakai sluar pendek,melayah,nahh..tetidur..that time was 8 o clock kalii..then i woke up at 1.look for my fon,and guess what,banyak misis and misscall!!!!then i remembered i promised to jul to tel him the match pukul berapa.4 messages and 1 misscall from him.wow..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41 lerr&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEN&lt;/span&gt; untuk kau ni!haha watever.and another message from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; EBY&lt;/span&gt;,same question asking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man u'&lt;/span&gt;s match.then i felt guilty brabiiss..i called both of them and only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULALY&lt;/span&gt; answered my call.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EBY&lt;/span&gt; ani tidur tia kali udahh..jadi slleping beauty.guilty rasakuu..guilty wee aaaa..guilty i fell soo empty wee aaa...haha jees tau tu lagu ah.i texted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EBY &lt;/span&gt;twice and miss call once.still no answer.waiting for ur,call im sick call im angry call im desperate for ur voice.haha lame!guess i had to call her later and say sorry.huhu then i watch man u,luckily manang 2-0 against blackburn!yahoo..haha till here buddies.hahaand im texting EBY now=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chubby meat-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-6185468350314029234?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6185468350314029234/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=6185468350314029234' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6185468350314029234'/><link rel='self' 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jamban buat bisnes.haha keluar dari jamban,i call my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;me: ma...&lt;br /&gt;me mommy: ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: mana tia bis uda apa ani ma?&lt;br /&gt;me mommy: antaheh.bejanji durang ani datang sebelum sembahyang jumat.mun durang  datang ahir inda mama bagi durang makan biar ya..&lt;br /&gt;me: canakan kami sembahyang jumat ni ma?babah lagi keraja.mun ya inda sampai balik?&lt;br /&gt;me mommy: paksatah mama ngantar tuu&lt;br /&gt;Me: bah.tapi mudah2an saja babah balik karang tengahari&lt;br /&gt;Me Mommy: Insya Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father kraja early morning til middayi. So if he inda sempat ya sembahyang masjid lain lah tuu..luckily,at around 12.10 midday,datang tia my angah anii..ya datang,dengan perasaan hampa.pikirnya durang tah paling ahir coz perjanjian was before Jumat Prayers.after that my Daddy call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me daddy:hello Bang big&lt;br /&gt;me:hello bah..kenapa bah?&lt;br /&gt;me daddy: dimana kamu udah?&lt;br /&gt;me: lakat lagi d rumah..baru kan sembahyang jumat&lt;br /&gt;Me daddy: sampat tunggu babah kah tu?babah on the way balik&lt;br /&gt;Me:bah ok tu&lt;br /&gt;Me daddy: bah tunggu saja babah&lt;br /&gt;me:bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then not long after that,datang tia my uncles and aunts..about 2 family saja baru datang.then semua di bilik tamu,and riuh to the max!then my father datang..masuk saja my daddy.berwudhu then kami off to pray d Masjid UBD.that time was like almost 1 o'clock in the afternoon so we rushed sikit laa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after jumaat prayers,i saw Fiffy di masjid aaa..ya sama adi,driver and fathanya.so kami handshake,minta mangap,udah atu cubit,..haha apakan..then kami balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai at my home, we had lunch.i didnt eat cause kanyang udah..sudah makan pagi tadi..(barutah ku pernah kanyang jua xp).after that menaluuurrr sampai kul 4 waiting for my granma and 3 more families.so when they came,bagi makan(baginya makan jua my mum aa),then PHOTO SESSION! i asked my that where'd he put the camera.katanya jangantah cause ya kan bawa esuk which is on 4th October 2008.oh yeah,my daddy's off to Korea 4th October 2008 for 10 DAYS!!batah jua tuu!!!raya lagii..but what can we do..he's off not for fun..keraja jua,..nada lain..so yeah,photo session,then pemberian angpau ulih me daddy.me daddy suruh the children and bagak sedikit untuk line up.punya banyak dude cousins ku..mati..bebaris,salam and kana bagi angpau..ada yang perasan muda,..hahaha sadar2 bah.hhahaha.after that we off,convoy to Pulaie to my nenek punya bro.open house,so apa lagi,makan!! but unfortunately panas berabis cause tutup karan...but hey,that didnt stop me from eating.hahaha..then kata my dad ya kan arah cousinnya since esuk ya blayar..so off we go,leaving the rest yang still convoy.my daddy's cousin ani mama alep outsie.so datang rumahnya,dari luar simple berabis dude,macaam bungalow.but as u crave in,modernnn..rugged laa..bungalow divided into three floors,..basement,groundfloor and first floor.rugged laa..basar lagii..soi met alep and apa lagi,cerita itu ini and meluahkan rasa KEGIANAN pada bula.ahahaha.we took some time jua dsana.then off we go,to Mulaut,arah my nini punya other bro which was our meeting point with families dangan kami convoy tadii.but we went to Hua Ho tanjung Bunut instead cause my daddy kan bali barang kan dibawa belayar katanya.d Hua Ho i met ramai teachers and no students of MS=p.i saw teacher Noorafizah,sama husbandnya saja..chehh..haha then Sir khairul Physics,sama familynya and miss zaza..semua inda saya tagur except cigu fizah cause ya macam not in a rush.sir khairul laju jalannya macam usain bolt.hahaha n miss zaza she went to the opposite direction..skali i smell my body,inda jua bebau tuu(kes bebau..hahahahah) nadadehh..haha then kami off to arah my nini punya bro..sana makan lagi..sana tah saya banyak makann..hahaha i met my old bibi and minta doakan for o..(mun doa ganya nada study inda pedah)hahahahaha.then,we left the convoying group and go our own way..haha apa kan..nadalah..we off to my daddy punya sister,which is my angah,which was my guardian masa damit,macam parents ku laa..my angah panggil cause ada open house kan.so off we go,then jumpa my niece(anak angah saya punya anak) or in other words my angah's grandson.3 urang semuanya.actually 6 but the other 3 di Mesir with parentsnya kraja d kedutaan..bukan durang ikut kraja ehh..haha lame..so,sana saya makan,and disana,i was like taking pictures saja with my young aunts..im not vain but im just being fotogenic =p.hahaha then main bunga api d luar,then makan..cuci tangan lah dulu..my angah masak ayam merah kegemaran saya.haha saya makan..sedapp geng..haha sekadar.haha after that we go home..saya ngalih,inda batah,naik ke bilik,buka baju apa..then tinggal seluar and baju lapis..melimpang,nah tetidur,then adi saya selimuti saya and panyap barang(generous ya ari ani sal aku bagi ya duit=p)..pakainya lappy..tetidur sama lappy..then saya tebangun at 0356 and found out that my adi tetdur dangan lappy.so i moved the lappy(dalam keadaan abis battery),put on the charger,and naahhh..memakai tia pulang.haha so sampai disini saja.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-2639728124322869225?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2639728124322869225/comments/default' title='Catat 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-7789211753157499910</id><published>2008-10-02T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:51:05.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Big To Fit In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry viewers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had just create a mp3 player and i upload it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however my blog's layout was too small that part of it had been cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to switch songs just press the previous button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next button is not available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the inconvinience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chubby meat-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-6776068171442230900</id><published>2008-10-02T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:18:00.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Facts!</title><content type='html'>These stuffs are soo True.So,believe it or not,its your own business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;An office desk has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;400 TIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; more bacteria &lt;/span&gt;than a toilet(mihir ehh..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Horn of the rhinoceros is made up of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPACT HAIR&lt;/span&gt;(pakai gel kali bah yatah karau =p)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Whale,the largest animal ever,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weighs as much as 4 large dinosaurs,23 elephants,230 cows or 1800 men&lt;/span&gt;(mun aku sorang saja kali eh =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Human sneeze exits the mouth at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; almost 480 kilometres per hour,which is the speed of the wind of the class five tornado&lt;/span&gt;.pheeww~(giilaa..baik jua ayu aku berasin mun inda ancur raya taun ani)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The estimated numbers of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; M&amp;amp;Ms sold each day in the USA is 200 million&lt;/span&gt;(banyak amputation nee eh sal over diabetes.hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there are 2&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 598 960 five-card hands possible in a 52-card deck of cards&lt;/span&gt;(ajeez paham nii xp)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More Monopoly money is printed than real money&lt;/span&gt; each year(Sadang2 kan bemain saja anii..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elephants and humans are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the only animals that can stand on their feet&lt;/span&gt;(baik inda sakit?mun aku kompom inda dapat=p)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More to come..next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaky aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still you gotta believe it cause its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-6776068171442230900?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6776068171442230900/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=6776068171442230900' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6776068171442230900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6776068171442230900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/freaky-facts.html' title='Freaky Facts!'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-6865912139408663883</id><published>2008-10-02T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:50:39.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autism,Get Involved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;autism&lt;/b&gt; is a brain development disorder&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neurodevelopmental_disorders" title="Neurodevelopmental disorders" class="mw-redirect"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that is characterized by impaired social interaction and communication, and restricted and repetitive behavior, all starting before a child is three years old. This set of signs distinguishes autism from milder &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autism_spectrum_disorder" title="Autism spectrum disorder" class="mw-redirect"&gt;autism spectrum disorders&lt;/a&gt; (ASD) such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asperger_syndrome" title="Asperger syndrome"&gt;Asperger syndrome&lt;/a&gt;.-info from Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person suffering autism can't talk properly.they for sure have difficulties in expressing their feelings...these people,autistic people,they have NO WAY of communicating with the people around them.i have a cousin who's autistic.fortunately he was able to understand some.example handshaking,shutting the door,big hug=p.His parents tried really hard to take care of him as we dont know his feelings.there's a school for autistic people in Brunei.there,they learn and study things.in the school,they even do their haircuts! these people are sometimes sensitive so haircuts need to be done by familiar person.i dont dare to talk more about autism cause i didnt know much about autism...anyway,by posting these,i get the opportunity to advise or somehow just give u guys some thoughts to be consider..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET INVOLVED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a drop of sweat can help a minimum of 10 people suffering autism.Your help is really appreciated.you act early,will help the autistic people in Brunei and if possible,the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEARN THE SIGNS,ACT EARLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Chubby Meat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-6865912139408663883?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6865912139408663883/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=6865912139408663883' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6865912139408663883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6865912139408663883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/autismget-involved.html' title='Autism,Get Involved!'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-6974678764993685049</id><published>2008-10-02T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:54:54.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>satu hari di hari raya..</title><content type='html'>2nd October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its first day raya so as usual,annual routine(hehe..)after Sembahyang Sunat Aidilfitri we went to my Grandparents' house(daddy's side) then to my grandparents again but momma's side.then convoy and visit my uncle and aunts houses..so i took a few pictures cause the battery abis tadi and i left the spare batteries at home.here i post only sikit saja the photos..only the one yang bisai2 and RELEVANT.hehehe the rest IRRELEVANT..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOUCnt1o_kI/AAAAAAAAADI/ptNGGBn7YK8/s1600-h/DSCF0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOUCnt1o_kI/AAAAAAAAADI/ptNGGBn7YK8/s320/DSCF0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252607421740285506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;training kan gambar scenery lapas anii=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOUCnzKu9rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Tu3SeeUtDUM/s1600-h/DSCF0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOUCnzKu9rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Tu3SeeUtDUM/s320/DSCF0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252607423170934450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the one in yellow Tee is a cousin of mine and he suffers autism.what's autism?next blog=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOUE0qcJ5vI/AAAAAAAAADY/6EYENkkedZ8/s1600-h/DSCF0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOUE0qcJ5vI/AAAAAAAAADY/6EYENkkedZ8/s320/DSCF0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252609843189638898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday cake for a cousin of mine..homemade cheese marble cake..yumyum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-6974678764993685049?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6974678764993685049/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOUCnt1o_kI/AAAAAAAAADI/ptNGGBn7YK8/s72-c/DSCF0104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-3635833382323257047</id><published>2008-10-01T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:58:47.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outsie in new jersey 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVhg3FC8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ep9cO1SIGlE/s1600-h/n716795484_708194_801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVhg3FC8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ep9cO1SIGlE/s320/n716795484_708194_801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252276362177481666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;macam kana paksa ada jua usulnya begambar aa..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVUKkpi4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OWWvt7hFrfM/s1600-h/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVUKkpi4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OWWvt7hFrfM/s320/lala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252276132856302466" border="0" /&gt;captain charlie,bravo,eh ani siapa nii??hahaha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVUH5elhI/AAAAAAAAACY/imSy8_FMQcI/s1600-h/n716795484_708193_487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVUH5elhI/AAAAAAAAACY/imSy8_FMQcI/s320/n716795484_708193_487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252276132138358290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;senyum atu ikhlas2..haha ani macam kana paksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVUoHjWXI/AAAAAAAAACg/_zdx8xkHX8I/s1600-h/n716795484_708192_146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVUoHjWXI/AAAAAAAAACg/_zdx8xkHX8I/s320/n716795484_708192_146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252276140787325298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;giila c aiman atuu..nampak bahh..haha mun paham bisaii~hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVUmLYuyI/AAAAAAAAACo/kA26Jy7VZ1s/s1600-h/n716795484_708198_2142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVUmLYuyI/AAAAAAAAACo/kA26Jy7VZ1s/s320/n716795484_708198_2142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252276140266535714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yan jangan dibuka yan!jangan!!awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVUqIXQSI/AAAAAAAAACw/9AH1NWLvAvY/s1600-h/n716795484_708196_1463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVUqIXQSI/AAAAAAAAACw/9AH1NWLvAvY/s320/n716795484_708196_1463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252276141327597858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;giilaa..urang paling handal batch form 5 nii..yang duduk bukan yang berdiri=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-3635833382323257047?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3635833382323257047/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=3635833382323257047' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/3635833382323257047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/3635833382323257047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/outsie-in-new-jersey-2008.html' title='Outsie in new jersey 2008!'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOPVhg3FC8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ep9cO1SIGlE/s72-c/n716795484_708194_801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-3794646071190883195</id><published>2008-10-01T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:25:52.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acah je..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOOi-vrDL5I/AAAAAAAAACI/OTAWmJd-PcY/s1600-h/n716795484_708197_1804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOOi-vrDL5I/AAAAAAAAACI/OTAWmJd-PcY/s320/n716795484_708197_1804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252220789276749714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku tu yang jersey 5 hensem muscular ah..haha prasan nada dehh..aku tu numbur 14 lampuh bida ahh.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOOiDib5CGI/AAAAAAAAABw/xyQYy82aHIY/s1600-h/IMAG0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOOiDib5CGI/AAAAAAAAABw/xyQYy82aHIY/s320/IMAG0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219772111226978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahaha restaurant ku..haha bengkrap sal makanannya aku ganya yang makan..inda lagi bebayar tuu..peduli apa kadaiku kaliah!hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOOiD8nk5JI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6RFtn7VMjI4/s1600-h/S.M.I.D.A+buoi%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOOiD8nk5JI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6RFtn7VMjI4/s320/S.M.I.D.A+buoi%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219779139560594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SMIDA atu acronym tuu..urang2 tertentu saja tau tuu..hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOOiD5FooAI/AAAAAAAAACA/limF8q-hogc/s1600-h/1_501859020l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOOiD5FooAI/AAAAAAAAACA/limF8q-hogc/s320/1_501859020l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252219778191892482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O's squad with Bahrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-3794646071190883195?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3794646071190883195/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=3794646071190883195' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/3794646071190883195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/3794646071190883195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/aku-tu-yang-jersey-5-hensem-muscular-ah.html' title='acah je..'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKhGoFp2qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cdxOnJ1O0IU/S220/IMG0042A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOOi-vrDL5I/AAAAAAAAACI/OTAWmJd-PcY/s72-c/n716795484_708197_1804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511702447869876164.post-1987952509505058255</id><published>2008-10-01T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:59:46.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missin' the old times..and the recent ones!</title><content type='html'>i've got nothing to say so i guess i should share some of my memories during the yesteryears n sekarang..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh..such a great year..i was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;primary 6A,PDS school&lt;/span&gt;(Now known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Seri Mulia Sarjana School&lt;/span&gt;).together along with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MUMTAZAH,JANNAH,ZAWANAH,HANAN SAKINAH,SYAFIQAH,ILHAM,AMAL NADIRAH,KHAIRUNNISA,NAZELLA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and more.sorry i coudn't remember you all..the guys were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HJ FAIZ,TAN EWE ZHANG,HAZIQ,AQIL,FAHMI,PADILLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and more..sorry again couldn't remember you all..&lt;br /&gt;during this year we were close to each other.what i mean is none of us in the class that we don't really noe..(apakan??) many activities were held during this year which tighten our relationship on one another  even more! some activities that i remembered were the children's day,the costumes thingy,visitting the past sultans' tomb and more.also,PSR was also held sometime in October if im not mistaken..luckily,i got 5as and had the opportunity to enter the science college,which at first i didnt want to.anyhow,i changed my mind and enter the science college to continue my studies..sadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied religious studies in the afternoon,in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Sekolah Ugama Beribi Gadong&lt;/span&gt;.i was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;darjah 4 Ba&lt;/span&gt;.i missed my besties there (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Matiin,Hisyam,fazlan,Izzati,Qawi&lt;/span&gt;).same story,i left the school after 5 years of studting inthat religious school.same reason,cause i decided to study in science college,both Religious studies and Normal studies.so yeah,i left the school at end of the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2004,2005,2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyoo..these 3 years i regard as one of the best years i've ever been through..why?&lt;br /&gt;simply because we love each other and we unite as family!!&lt;br /&gt;okay..in science college,the class is divide with respect to the subjects u had chosen..so the class u're in is the people choosing the same subject like u are!&lt;br /&gt;you will be in the same class for 3 consecutive years,which means until form 3..cant u imagine the bonds formed between each of us?damn!..its hard but we gotta go our own way after our &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;PMB&lt;/span&gt; for our form 4.but i will never forget the things we had done together,,...&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1i,2i,3i&lt;/span&gt;, I love u guys!im sorry if nowadays i rarely peer up with you guys and i hope you understand=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2007,2008&lt;/span&gt;(soon to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..speaking of these years,damn..exciting to duh max and upsetting at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;my mates for these two years were easygoing and helpful and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; CRAZY&lt;/span&gt; and everything nice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my batch took part in the National Day performance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kem Qiadah(ohh noo...!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was apologised by a certain someone who i really love(ajeez u noe who!haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i broke up with my ex-soulmate for some reasons which no one knows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to play guitar(Thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Daging&lt;/span&gt;..hahahah)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Involved in the youtube thingy which i was innocent but still pleaded guilty=(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr desmond(Geo teacher)left the school to continue his studies abroad=(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mr desmond's&lt;/span&gt; departure arent upsetting enuff cause he belanja us Ideal!hahaha delicious mayn!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My football team(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;outsyders&lt;/span&gt;) reach the semi final of the Z.I cup trophy and comes third after chitty chitty bang bang(2nd)!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went travelling for the whole month of december to Malaysia(KL and Penang)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;attend the school with full of dedication and commitment to my studies(chehh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;second month back to my old habits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my class bought a jersey for our class futsal team,costing up to $50!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;first time to ride the cts(bus) to haruns gym with my class football team from kiulap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to Penang during March,ALONE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;outsyders made new jersey,a nice one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to Penang again in June,with family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mama return home for good July&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;first time chosen as one of the representative to play for my sportshouse and did play for every match&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my sports house number 2 this year under Vovie(thanks Vovie n M.wali)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had my O'Level qualifying exam in august which sucks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fasting month!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;apply for broadband!xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;break the fast with classmates at rafa's till 11pm!!! which was soooo siuking xp(to duhhh max!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made my new email9chubby-meat_267@hotmail.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;first time blogging which was so interesting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;To be updated..thankss..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-1987952509505058255?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1987952509505058255/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKiW8n0waI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8daTT7GS1pw/s1600-h/40%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKiW8n0waI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8daTT7GS1pw/s320/40%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251938630581404066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baju kuning besasah so baju putih pulang..still 4o..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKiXGnUKgI/AAAAAAAAABA/xKs_nvxVDPI/s1600-h/1_181040938l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qoJDigEs__k/SOKiXGnUKgI/AAAAAAAAABA/xKs_nvxVDPI/s320/1_181040938l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251938633263622658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iski juaa c mizan ahh..haha this new generation of 5o&lt;br /&gt;bezanya nada bahrin sal ya pencen dulunyaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-6341393917037457336?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6341393917037457336/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=6341393917037457336' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/6341393917037457336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hahahha helau..dis is my first time blogging..diilhamkan dari beberapa orang sahabat(jees n mumz)..not really diilhamkan..haha aku iski banarnya..anyway apa ahh?kan buat about ari ani the day had just started..okaylah aku buat yesterday(30th september 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ohh ini hari saya inda tidur sampai sahur..chatting sama c khaliilah(Muaz's)..then sudah pukul 3 off saya..kononnya kan tidur nii..mun ayahanda dan bonda saya tau saya inda tidur,mati laa..skali saya off laptop apa..then melimpang di katil,cuba2 kan tidur..skalinya,...nada mau!!!saya pajal juaa..ahirnya kul 4 tidur...skali,kul 4.15,kana banguni sahur!!aii atu ya terhuyung hayang bah bejalan ahh..tapi inda mengapa sal parut ani merungut jua minta isi..turun bawah,menu d meja Sausage goreng,mixed vege,sama lauk beguring..hampa saya mlihat inda brapa nyaman sahur ari ani..tapi,dalam keadaan lapar ani,apa saja pun saya layanlah..jangan yang haram sudah..hahaha..udah abis makan,saya naik..then saya suruh adi saya on lappy..di onkannya..skali saya makai main game manager..minta ajar ya..skali kata saya,YOU GOTTA LOVE THE GAME OF FOOTBALL ONLY THEN I"LL TEACH HOW TO PLAy..hampa ya,melimpang,tetidur,..skali masa saya main atu,kalah tah saya..saya quit game ah,banguni adi saya.bangun tia,skali saya pulang tidurr..ya menyambung..masa tu hari siang udah.hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Afternoon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ahir saya bangun(andang jua ari2 ahir bangun ahh xp).then mama saya cakap kan ke kubur.saya cakap saya ada tuition kul 4 til 5.30.so kami jalan kul 3.20,antar saya dulu,then baru durang ke kubur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;* *  * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;balik saya dari tuition,ayahanda bawa ke restaurant Popular.indian food restaurant.katanya since maybe ani last day puasa,so ya bawa sungkai luar..then sampai ja d restaurant,call my grandma sama uncle saya..ayahanda saya invite durang,..then kami ngaut tah dulu sementara nunggu sungkai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Menunya,nyaman gilerr! tandoori chicken,plain briyani,peppered fish,dalcha,soup,nan,pappadum n minumannya bandung n fruitsnya  orange watermelon sama papaya..desserts nya salad n coleslaw..harganya adult $7,children $5.nyaman brabis ganya padas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;abis saja sungkai,kami ke Plaza athirah..Punya ramai jelama disana..ramai giler..kan kesana kan bali songkok saja..songkok sais kepala saya ani payah mencari..24 3/4 bah saisnya..then kami ke soon lee,liat2 barang2 deco..masa kan balik,nampak ku gabriel.inda ku nagur,hahah afta that balik tah kamii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;* * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;at home,duduk di dapur,makan lagi..not really makan..minum malam lah kirakan..after that,ayahanda minta dangani meng'combust' kayu bakas box trunk mama saya..skali saya sama ayahanda saya membakar tahh..atu hangat geng!haha lapas atu masuk,minum aing sajuk(ahhhhhhh)naik tarus mandi..then baca buku "freaky facts"..hahaha alum ku kan baca buku plajaran!hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;after that online.masa atu kul 12 lalu udah which is today..so kan mau tau apa tunggu tah karang malam.hahahahaha ok ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1511702447869876164-4864436938565654740?l=chubbymeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4864436938565654740/comments/default' title='Catat Ulasan'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1511702447869876164&amp;postID=4864436938565654740' title='0 Ulasan'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/4864436938565654740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1511702447869876164/posts/default/4864436938565654740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbymeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-gonna-do.html' title='what i gonna do?'/><author><name>Chubby Meat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09509897471229364399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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