<?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-7579726372298894178</id><updated>2011-10-01T10:37:12.360-07:00</updated><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhttp://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jid80aHAnXs/SeIBoP5QN9I/AAAAAAAABL4/QrF2udGvVCI/s400/DSC00235.JPGid80aHAnXs/SeIBoP5QN9I/AAAAAAAABL4/QrF2udGvVCI/s400/DSC00235.JPG'/><title type='text'>Poetry Within My Sarcasm</title><subtitle type='html'>It's like a drug,minus the negative side effects.It keeps you addicted,makes you think you should stop before things get out of hand,say "screw it" to yourself and come back for more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7846319503085834908</id><published>2011-04-07T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:22:00.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 177th: It's All About Her</title><content type='html'>It's been a freaking long time till I last updated,but I have certain feelings that I can't ignore any longer.Feelings that I can only express through words,so uh...thats why I have you eh blog?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing is blog,I feel like I'm stuck.I can't move.It's all because of her.It's always about her.I'm still in love with her.Eventhough I haven't seen her in 4 months.I can't get over her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pathetic.I see her in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johanna,if you're reading this,I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I'm in love with you.&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/7579726372298894178-7846319503085834908?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7846319503085834908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7846319503085834908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7846319503085834908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7846319503085834908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2011/04/chapter-177th-its-all-about-her.html' title='Chapter the 177th: It&apos;s All About Her'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4204588431875795181</id><published>2011-01-03T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:54:30.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 176th: Leaving</title><content type='html'>So,gonna leave for national service in a few hours.Will be gone for 70 days.Returning march the 13th.So i'll be in Pelangi Hill Resort at Kuala Kubu Baru Selangor.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss all my friends and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss my bed with all my pillows.):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wanted to do this.I still don't,but im resigned to my fate.Biggest regret would be not being able to say goodbye to Johanna.I want to spend more time with her.I wish there was more time.Just one extra month to hang with her.Not possible?haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,take care all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care Johanna Loh Jun Yi.Will wait for you to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blog dead till I return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s:I hate leaving.No matter who is doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.p.s:I love her.&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/7579726372298894178-4204588431875795181?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4204588431875795181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4204588431875795181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4204588431875795181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4204588431875795181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2011/01/chapter-176th-leaving.html' title='Chapter the 176th: Leaving'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-5761297200723953052</id><published>2010-12-25T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T09:23:37.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 175th: So Whats In A Name</title><content type='html'>Was a Merry Christmas for me.It really was.:)&lt;div&gt;But not because of the day itself.It was because at the end of the day,I finally got to talk to her after such a long time.I miss her so much.Things have been complicated for me lately,and we've grown distant.At least through my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't stress how much I miss her.Unfortunately,she told me we can't hang out at all.Her parents don't let her go out with anyone outside of church and scouts.So...I wont be seeing her at all.Which means I wont be able to say goodbye face to face.Which means,I wont be seeing her for 5 years.She's not even coming back to get her SPM results.Its...sad.More than sad.I'm devastated.I'm broken.But I'll hide it from the world.Nothing good comes from showing sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look up whenever I hear her name.Johanna.Joanna.Joana.No matter how its spelled.That name will forever effect me in a way.I'll never be the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautiful name.I'll never forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never forget her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-5761297200723953052?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5761297200723953052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=5761297200723953052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5761297200723953052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5761297200723953052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-175th.html' title='Chapter the 175th: So Whats In A Name'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7227276563296440164</id><published>2010-12-13T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:15:54.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 174th: Inspiraccion</title><content type='html'>Woke up early today.Well,earlier than usual so that I could show up in school to give her moral support for her seni exam.Thought it would suck if she had to do it without any moral support.Turns out I worried for nothing,as she had a couple of people taking the exam with her.I thought she was gonna do a painting of a fish,because thats what she told me she was doing before.Had this temptation to buy a fish for her to use as reference,but I thought it was just gonna end up in the toilet.Thank god I didn't buy it,because she changed her mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left her when the exams started and parted with a hug,somewhat hesitantly on her side.I went home,played a bit of xbox,and came back at 4.45 because the exam ends at 5.Found her walking around changed out of her school clothes,and she was wearing jeans that seem to flatter her and made her look possibly even more attractive than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh who am I kidding?The damn girl could be wearing a sack of potatoes and a fish for a hat and she would still be more beautiful than anyone else.Honestly,today was supposed to be the day I confessed to her.Been planning it for awhile.But unfortunately,things don't go my way.As usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We chatted about her guy the night before.She was missing him.I was a friend,I understood that.So I played my part,and cheered her up.Didn't expect the topic of him to come up again today,but he did.So I listened to her talk and rave about him.She was always so animated whenever she brought him up.I admit I'm jealous of the guy.Very jealous.I wonder if she talks about me the same way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She mentioned something that perked my ears.Her parents had read the messages I sent her,and questioned her about my feelings.She laughed and told them we we're just friends and that I didn't like her in that way.Oh how wrong you are.But I can't correct you because I shouldn't.And then you told me how he was angry at you for ending it with him.He didn't want to see your face,he stopped going to church,and I was irritated.This girl,the girl of my dreams,obviously likes you but you tell her to get lost?what the fuck?sure she broke up with you,but what right do you have??You tell her to get lost then tell her you love her,only to get mad at her again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The poor girl is confused.You are taking the smile away from her face,and thus I will never forgive you.never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But despite this all,she still loves you.It kills me.the smiles I put on lately are extra fake.I want to be her friend,but it hurts a lot.Why am I so weak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She decided to wait for her parents then,and that was my cue to go.she can't be seen with me.Went seperate ways,but I couldn't take it.I turned around and walked back to her,saying something about using her way is easier and less chance of getting struck by lightning or some crap.I just wanted to see her for another moment.Wanted to burn her face into my memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked home crying.Thank god it was raining,because she couldn't tell the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so many things I want to tell her,but I can't.Someday,she will get the link to this blog,and someday,she'll read all this.When that time comes,I hope she doesn't ignore me or anything.I love being her friend.I don't want to lose this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A simple rejection will do.Don't overcomplicate things by trying to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34 more days till till she flies off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34 more days left for me to tell her.&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/7579726372298894178-7227276563296440164?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7227276563296440164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7227276563296440164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7227276563296440164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7227276563296440164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-174th-inspiraccion.html' title='Chapter the 174th: Inspiraccion'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4803210598788167175</id><published>2010-12-09T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:10:01.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 173rd: Miserable in Rainbows</title><content type='html'>Dear blog.Today I'm miserable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm the worlds greatest actor.Only around her.Everyone else knows that I have feelings for her.It's obvious.Really obvious.I don't know how she misses it.Or maybe she notices it,but she ignores it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a friend to her.I know that.I'm not expecting more.I love that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just want her to know I like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats it.Expect nothing in return.I don't expect to couple with her.Or her to return my feeling.Hell,I'll be surprised if she does.I won't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thank god we talk through messages.If she could only see my face when she mentioned his name again.Yea,I'm okay with her liking him.Like I said,we're friends,and friends support each other.But it's only human to cringe when she mentions his name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a bad friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-4803210598788167175?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-39573381772358795</id><published>2010-12-04T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:14:16.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 172nd: Hey There</title><content type='html'>Hey there.I doubt you'll ever find this,unless I give you the link,which I might do if I'm crazy enough.And I'm pretty crazy.;)&lt;div&gt;As I'm doing this I'm actually writing your birthday card.Or bday letter,because I suck at making cards.It'll most probably have everything I'm gonna say here,but this is the full version.This is what I want to write.I'm not good with words,but that seems to be the only thing I can do right,so bare with me for awhile ey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you.I still remember the time I first met you.It was somewhere around September 2009.We both auditioned for MPT5,but I didn't see you then.It was after the auditions,when I was about to head back home when I saw you sitting on the bench waiting for your dad to come.You had this huge amp beside you,and I was intrigued.So I sat beside you and asked you about it.Then you told me you played violin,and you auditioned New Divide,which you played on the violin.You asked me if I saw you audition,And I lied and told you I did.You saw right through it of course.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then asked you to play for me,and you whipped out your violin and played.I was amazed.And I remember helping you carry your amp back to your car.I couldn't stop thinking of you that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks past and I had the guts to ask for your number.I still have the piece of paper you wrote it on,tho the writings faded.I started to message you,and it was fun.Getting to know a new person,and yeah.I enjoyed it.I developed a crush on you.Hahahaha!Couldn't help it.You were so cute and you liked MUSIC!And you listened to System Of A Down.Anyway,then I heard you had a boyfriend.Woooboy.That crushed me.But I still kept messaging you,coz why should a good thing stop,right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On you Birthday,8 December 2009,I wrote you a pathetic song.Yeah,it was my first that had meaning and it sucked.But you lied and told me it was good.Haha.You always cared for what others felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure when it started to happen,But I began falling for you more and more.I realised it by our schools carnival day.The half an hour break you got,and walked around with me aimlessly,was one of the best moments of my life.You kept on messaging your friend who was late,and I kept on looking at you.Slightly mesmerised,at every single aspect of you.The way the wind blew your hair,good gosh I wanted to run my hand through your hair so bad.You were gorgeous.Haha.After the carnival,I walked Liesl back home and I told her about how amazing you were.In fact,I would tell everyone who would listen how amazing you are.I think they're sick of it.Even liesl gets tired when I mention your name,but she's too nice to say it.;) When I got home,I kept playing back the short vids of you I took.I was kinda obsessed in a way.Then I realised how You had a boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.Forgot all about him.Haha.But you were happy with him,so it's not like I was gonna sabotage your relationship or anything.No,I wouldn't jeopardise your happiness for mine.In a way your emotions were connected to mine.I'm happy when you're happy,and upset when you are.I was jealous that you liked this guy so much.It hurt me every time you mentioned his name.In the end,I told you to stop mentioning it altogether.I know.I was an ass.I regret it.I really do.I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that was the first time I was upset with you.I'm still human,it's not like I can never be upset with you or anything.You're not perfect in my eyes,you're just...right.I ignored you for a week,which was quite an achievement because I made it my mission for you to not go two days without hearing my name.I was doing it not out of spite,but because I wanted to see if you noticed that I stopped talking to you.And you did.When I couldn't take it any longer and messaged you,you told me that you thought I was angry at you.I could never be angry at you.Upset maybe,but never angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was time for prom.I was nervous,as I wanted you to be my date so bad.I couldn't imagine going with anyone else.I asked you jokingly on the way to physics,and you told me that you don't want to go with anyone but him.And that crushed me again.You had no idea how long it took to muster enough courage to ask you that one time.But if there's one thing about me I'm sure you know by now,it's that I'm stubborn.I don't give up easily.And alas,A few night before prom I wrote you a very painful message on how I want to go with you just as friends and that it means nothing.You said yes,and it was bittersweet for me,knowing that I had to say it was just as friends to get you to say yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prom night came,and everything didn't matter anymore.The way you said yes,the way I had initially thought you would change your mind,the pain I felt,It didn't matter anymore.You were the only thing that mattered.That night was the best night of my life,because of you.The moment I walked to your table to say hi,the words couldn't come out.You took my breath away,literally.You were stunning,you were breathtaking,you were beautiful,and most importantly,you were mine.For just one night,you were mine.I couldn't believe that you were my date.You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen,and it was then that I realise that I was in love with you.You had become my everything.Everytime your name escaped my lips it was like....I'm not sure what the feeling is.All I know is the world suddenly gets more bearable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I found out you were serious when you told me you were going to move to Australia for 5 years in January.I couldn't help but cry at night.The thought of losing something so dear to me,the chance that you might forget me eventhough you say you won't,it was too much for me to take.I broke down for awhile inside,while maintaining a smile on my face.I had to find a way for you to remember me.I had to do it.5 years is way too long,and I'm sure I couldn't ask you to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing that happened was that you broke it off with him.But I wasn't happy,because I knew you weren't.I supported you instead,in the best way that I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now it's your Birthday again.But it's different.This time I'm sure about my feelings for you.And I'm going to tell you.Before you leave for Australia,I will tell you.Because I've never felt this way for anybody else.This is as sure as I've ever gotten.I won't be able to live with myself if I don't tell you exactly how I feel for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.I love you with everything I have.And you are the only girl I want to be with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll wait for you to come back.With a smile on my face.And It would be ok if you reject me,which I'm sure you will,because I'm me.Nothing much to give here.Nothing much to see.And you're you.The most amazing girl I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're friends.I'm not expecting more,I just want to tell you how I feel about you.We'll still be friends.I wouldn't trade that for the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;signing off.Take care of yourself aight?I'll always be here for you if you need me.No matter the time or distance.I'll be here.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you,JLJY.&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/7579726372298894178-39573381772358795?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/39573381772358795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=39573381772358795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/39573381772358795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/39573381772358795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/12/chapter-172nd-hey-there.html' title='Chapter the 172nd: Hey There'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-5555653241216874670</id><published>2010-11-30T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:21:33.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 171st: It's On The Way</title><content type='html'>So her birthday is coming up,and I'm thinking of giving her something that means a lot to me.Yeah,kinda cheap giving her something secondhand,but it has a lot of meaning to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I do it blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to sleep.3 am and I have add maths paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-5555653241216874670?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5555653241216874670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=5555653241216874670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Cheating With All These Short Posts</title><content type='html'>Soooo....It's over between him and her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be happy....right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...How can I be happy...when she looks so sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm conflicted.What is the right thing to do now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should I feel?I'm not happy,that's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smile is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-8488430334356788699?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/8488430334356788699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-8389564944734035038</id><published>2010-11-19T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T10:05:38.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 169th: This Is Starting To Become A Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey just want to say goodnight.:-) sleep well."&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: right;"&gt;message received at; 1:13 AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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;And I think I  just fell in love with her.And blog,you're the first to know.;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-8389564944734035038?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/8389564944734035038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=8389564944734035038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/8389564944734035038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/8389564944734035038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/11/chapter-169th-this-is-starting-to.html' title='Chapter the 169th: This Is Starting To Become A Habit'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-6548415618366366833</id><published>2010-11-13T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:07:04.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 167th: Coz It's 5 a.m And I Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Realised my daily routine is off.Shit forgot to message like usual.Oh wells.Thou shalt be in my mind tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/TN78zYT9S-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/wTEHYb_9vog/s320/76874_459954175776_661205776_5990900_1680610_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539142551341976546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my happy place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its gonna be a long wait,but I'll be here waiting for you,with maggi goreng in hand my friend.But SPM comes first tho.The departure comes later.The missing will come soon after.The emptiness will most probably be there till you get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fark,phone rosak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7579726372298894178-6548415618366366833?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6548415618366366833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=6548415618366366833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6548415618366366833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6548415618366366833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/11/chapter-167th-coz-its-5-am-and-i-cant.html' title='Chapter the 167th: Coz It&apos;s 5 a.m And I Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/TN78zYT9S-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/wTEHYb_9vog/s72-c/76874_459954175776_661205776_5990900_1680610_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-5285531940617298221</id><published>2010-11-12T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T03:53:29.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 166th: Losing Grip</title><content type='html'>Her smile with the wind blowing in her hair,was so contagious in the air.So satisfying,and I was smiling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now all this sadness is killing me.I swear that you don't have to go,I thought we could wait for the fireworks.Now its another night,another dream wasted on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-5285531940617298221?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5285531940617298221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=5285531940617298221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5285531940617298221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5285531940617298221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/11/chapter-166th-losing-grip.html' title='Chapter the 166th: Losing Grip'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-9158702322341793145</id><published>2010-11-01T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:45:51.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 165th: In Which I Asked Her Another Question</title><content type='html'>And she answered; "Yeah.I kissed him."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-9158702322341793145?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/9158702322341793145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=9158702322341793145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/9158702322341793145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/9158702322341793145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/11/chapter-165th-in-which-i-asked-her.html' title='Chapter the 165th: In Which I Asked Her Another Question'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4464770304568448895</id><published>2010-10-14T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T02:29:49.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 164th: The Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey internet people.I often hear stories,tales,and even songs about how wonderful love is.Whatever it is.People say it's an uplifting feeling,makes you high,makes you happy,the cheapest euphoria,the most beautiful sensation ever.Now,I wonder am I feeling the same thing?Because,so far,love has been nothing but a pain in the ass,and I call bullshit on everything wonderful describing this feeling you call "love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love isn't uplifting,nor is it euphoric.It's a living hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love sucks.Period.No other way to describe it.But I'm in love with her.I guess I am.It's not really true unless you fully believe in it is it?But fuck,when she smiles...I want to keep it that way.Never want to see her stop.She can play me like a fiddle,and I wouldn't mind.To quote Britney Spears,"I was born to make you happy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes I feel that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wish she feels the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure everyone is sick of hearing me talk about her.I'm sure alot of people are just waiting for me to give up,not because they're mean,because they think it's pointless.I think its pointless too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that whenever she looks into the distance,she's thinking of him.And I know that I can't settle for second best.So somewhere someone's got to give,but she doesn't have a need to.I'm the one in love with her,so she has nothing to lose,but I have everything to lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because at this point,she has become my everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late night talks and messages,you don't know how often I fondly go through them the next day.I do it with a smile on my face.I think of you.I smile.It hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm not sure if I should tell her or not,because at the first sign of making her smile go away,I'll hold back.she'll be worried about me,because she cares for me.Not in that way,but enough.I don't want to worry her,or make her feel guilty when she says no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love her.The girl I will never be with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality is a bitch,but I guess denial is a blessing.I'll always be in denial.Because I'm stubborn that way.And I'll always be here for you.I'll wait for you,even if its five years.I'll be right here,waiting for you and I'll be the first to welcome you back from wherever it is you went off to.I'll always have feelings for you.I would let myself suffer,just so that you can be happy with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now tell me,eventhough he's better than me,would he do the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out,Girl Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-4464770304568448895?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-1840980218914238231</id><published>2010-09-25T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:46:56.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 163rd: This Is Me Giving Up</title><content type='html'>Hey internet people.Today,I feel defeated.I wanted to post this up as a note in facebook,just because I should use the notes widget more often.But I got depressed because everyone is posting up their "We are soooo gonna rock prom and you're gonna be left staring from the audience,looking up at us and wishing you're on stage farhan!!" as their status.Not the same words,same feeling i get.I guess I just feel defeated.I could be proud and pretend like getting shut out every single time is what happens to every good musician at the start,but I just can't.I could tell myself that "hey dude,its okay.they just don't appreciate art." but the hell with that.what i do is not art.Its a means of telling everyone I don't suck.I just want to prove to people that I'm not all talk and dreams,but nothing to show for it.And now for the remainder of my highschool life,I have an absolutely clean slate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left nothing behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about that for a second.Here is a guy who wants to be a musician so bad,that whenever he sees people perform on stage he just wishes it was him,but he hasn't left his mark at all.It kills me.If I were to pass auditions,I wouldn't complain a single bit about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance,I won't complain about the lighting,the mics,the sound system,the size of the stage,the reaction of the audience,the fact that we got delayed 2 hours,or even if there was a power shortage.I would just relish and appreciate the chance.I'm sure a lot of performers will be complaining about little stuff on that day.The bloody ungrateful fuckbags.You got the chance.The chance I've been dreaming about.I've always wanted this,and what I don't get is why can't I get it?Am I just not talented enough?What am I lacking?I want this more than anyone else performing,and i know some of the performers are laughing at me for dreaming too high,yet they achieved exactly what i had been dreaming about with little effort,while I got nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the haters.stop laughing at me.stop bragging about your accomplishments.just....please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please stop.i beg you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im jealous.and i hate that im jealous.there shouldn't be a reason for me to be jealous.i...just...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please.don't rub it into my face whenever i switch on facebook.i beg you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i give up.&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/7579726372298894178-1840980218914238231?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1840980218914238231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=1840980218914238231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1840980218914238231'/><link rel='self' 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is gonna be what Farhan's blog posts are famous for.Oh yes.You get me.It's about time I fully utilised this fucking thing and used it for the main reason I created it anyway.This is gonna be a rant post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see,I'm in a rut.I can't decide if I want to feel sad,happy,or just fucking angry.I'm doing the third right now,but believe me,in the past 24 hours,I've cycled through all those emotions.You see,my band didn't get through auditions again.Yeah.nothing new,right?I don't get it anymore.Life just fucking sucks that way doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got an idea to form my band in form 3.that time,it was only me and Kai Lun.The aim: To perform at prom.I thought it was a cool idea,but I wasn't really serious.At the start of form 4,I met Nufail,and thought that maybe it was possible after all.So if became me,Kai Lun and Nufail,and we formed Part Of The Scene.That was like what?2 years ago?through those 2 years,We have auditioned for everything.EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We auditioned a total of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For seperate events of course,but its still alot.And out of those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9 times&lt;/span&gt;,guess how many times we passed the auditions?hohoho.Here comes the kicker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap.Thats us.Band paling rajin audition.0/9.Most probably the suckiest band in school.I mean,it TAKES FUCKING TALENT to fail EVERYTHING.It's so fucking annoying and wow,this is killing me.They announced the people who passed by giving us envelopes. Inside them theres a note that says whether you pass or not.And I looked around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah,Adam was smiling,Nicholas Ng was hugging Kai Lun (who joined Nicholas' band.Most probably after realising how sucky our band is and how it's getting nowhere,but that's a seperate rant.) Li Jian was going on about how he couldn't believe he passed,Shaun had that look on his face as if he knew he was gonna pass all along,but Of course he was.He's SHAUN.Liesl and the twins were jumping around,and in the middle of it all was me,nufail,and Ammar (our newest member),holding onto that tiny piece of folded paper that bore the words "We are sorry to inform that you DIDN'T get through auditions.Thanks for auditioning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloody fuck.It felt like everyone was singing "Sorry your not a winner" to my face. To be honest,I felt humiliated.Humiliated,that I couldn't pass auditions,after trying for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9 times&lt;/span&gt;.I couldn't look anyone in the eye,because I felt like their eyes would be mocking me.Jeering at me.Drilling in the fact that I couldn't do what they easily did.It felt like everyone was making fun of me behind their back,and eventhough they weren't,they could easily have.I already felt like a bona-fide loser.It was like a saucepan to the face everytime someone asked me if i passed or not.I didn't answer anyone,because i couldn't stand saying the words myself.At last,I answered Fahim when he asked.I shook my head and said No,and that one syllable word felt like acid.I swore I wouldn't say it gain,but then Johanna asked me,and of course I had to answer her.She was,part of the band.I told her the exact same thing,and the same metaphorical saucepan repeatedly smashed against the side of my cranium.She couldn't believe it,making me repeat it over and over again,and when she finally believed me,the slight tinge of disappointment in her face,the hesitant "It's okay Farhan" was more then I could bear.It was worse than getting hit by the metaphorical saucepan.I wanted so badly to tell her I got through.I wanted to smile and laugh and tell her I was joking,but I couldn't,because I wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like a joke.The whole purpose of me creating the band.Prom.It was all for nothing.A couple of rag tag people got together and jammed a few times and auditioned and got through.I have been jamming the same song with my band since LAST prom auditions,which was A WHOLE YEAR ago,and we couldn't do it.We practiced so hard,and I'm just not sure what to do anymore.I'm just uncertain what it takes.What does it take?I would ask them,but then they would answer with a "I don't know" or a "just lucky I guess." Well fuck,I need that kinda luck.they better appreciate the fucking opportunity they got,because god knows what I would do to have the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm jealous of them.So fucking jealous of them.I hate them.I'm happy for them.I feel like wiping the smiles off their faces with a hard object.I feel like I can't wait to see them perform.They are my friends,but this is my passion.They won't understand.They would think I'm over-reacting.But they are not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;0/9&lt;/span&gt;.They didn't get dejected.They didn't spend a whole year staging a big comeback just to fall flat on their faces.They never formed a band and told them that they were gonna rock out and make everyone finally acknowledge their musical abilities,just to break the news a few hours later that they didn't make the auditions for the last performance of our schooling year.They don't understand.I'm happy for them.I really am.But I can't help but feel jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my dreams of prom are officially shattered.No date.No performance.I'll just be like any one of the other losers in a suit,sitting in a corner without a date,reflecting on what they did wrong and what they could have changed to make things better.Reminiscing on the past five years and wondered if we just wasted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel broken.I'm a shell of a man,without the confidence,courage,or willpower to stand up to this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You finally got me eh world?Finally brought me crashing down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Part Of The Scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout&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/7579726372298894178-6304767483285398907?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6304767483285398907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=6304767483285398907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6304767483285398907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6304767483285398907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-162nd-when-world-gives-you.html' title='Chapter the 162nd: When The World Gives You Lemons,You Show It The Finger'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-5393878332562327089</id><published>2010-09-14T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:03:38.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 161st: A Swift Karate Chop</title><content type='html'>Hey there internet people.For the first time,it seems like I have too much time on my hands.What have I done today?Well,I worked out in a gym,I completed Spiderman:Shattered Dimensions,I watched WWE,I text messaged alot off people,and I've been online for 3 hours now.And amazingly,the clock ISN'T showing 4 am,like how it usually does.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my time management is improving.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's up with the title?nothing much really.It's just the move I used to beat Hammerhead in Spiderman just now.A swift chop to the face.Currently watching WWE NXT: Diva edition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And right now,I think I'm one of the happiest people in the world.I'm eating a Stew Bun,and watching hot girls all over each other on T.V.Can life get any better?Yeah it can,but it doesn't happen often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's obvious I haven't gotten back into the groove of blogging.My words lack humor or emotion.It's just boring words.I've got no Farhan in my words.Gotta try to get that back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So whats up you guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to regret taking Pure Science.Not wholly,just at times when I'm forced to study Physics.I don't hate the subject,I just can't bring myself to care about it.Mr Gan called me a stupid idiot the other day,and I guess I am.But contrary to what he thinks,I dont think I'm an idiot due to my lack of interest in his subject,I think I'm an idiot for choosing Pure Science.Just because it's a stream that has subjects that forces you to read crap that you barely care about.Okay,maybe "crap" is a harsh word,but yeah.Thats how I feel sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying that Art's stream is any easier,but I've seen their papers and I've got to say,no offence to them,but I could most probably ace those papers easier than I can score above 50 in add maths.So,I'm an idiot for digging my own grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't really mind it.Though it seems like I'm &lt;i&gt;hardcore &lt;/i&gt;complaining right now,I don't really mind it.Maybe some people are meant to wade through crap to get to the pot of gold at the end of the fucking rainbow.After al,you don't really appreciate stuff unless you have to work for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now,back to Bio,since i've got time to kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nites guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out,Girl scout.&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/7579726372298894178-5393878332562327089?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5393878332562327089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=5393878332562327089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5393878332562327089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5393878332562327089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-161st-swift-karate-chop.html' title='Chapter the 161st: A Swift Karate Chop'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-5307864338390946463</id><published>2010-09-06T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:02:41.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 160th: Capital M-E</title><content type='html'>Hey internet people.So,on Monday it was almost officially the start of the hols,and weirdly enough,all I wanted to do was have some alone time.How many of you guys feel that sometimes,all you need to do is just spent some quality time with no one but yourself?To have a little Capital M-E in your lives?Well for me,Monday was the day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up and I realised that my beloved Liesl Tan's birthday was the very next day,so I walked to Summit alone.In the rain.To buy her a present,which I shall reveal only after I've given it to her.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once there,I checked my watch and I guess I had time to kill,so I thought "hey,it's only 2,and I haven't watched Step Up 3 yet so..." I bought the ticket.Rm7.Called Zarif and asked him to join me,but he can't make it coz it's raining.(wimp) So you see,I wasn't alone by choice,I got rejected for a guy on guy bonding time.=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed the movie none the less.Really fast movements and stuff.I enjoy Step Up movies.It blatantly shows off things that I wish I could do but I can't.Not yet at least.Just you wait though,one day I'm gonna be spinning on my head like the best of 'em. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I walked home.alone.and it was STILL raining.And well....I guess thats it for the day.Nothing else happened.Till next time ,I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out,Girl Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-5307864338390946463?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-8959679760700579774</id><published>2010-09-05T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T08:09:46.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 159th: Red Wine And Champagne</title><content type='html'>Hey internet people.I don't really have anything to update about,but what I DO have is a re-written version of a song.It's from Step Up 3,and as much as I want to say I watched it,I haven't.&lt;div&gt;But I've heard of the official theme song by Flo Rida and David Guetta.I like David Guetta btw.Nice looking chap.would like to have tea with him one day and he can spin the decks while juggling tea cups and i can stand in awe.Why juggle tea cups?I'm not sure.I'm pretty sure ALL british people can do that though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,I know David Guetta isn't British,but what do you expect me to do?"Guetta" doesn't exactly reveal his nationality off the bat.Actually sounds kinda Italian.Anyways,they have a song called Club Can't Handle Me.And I changed the verse to sound cooler.heehee.My own words,but I didn't touch the chorus,it's genius enough.Only first verse so far up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Club Can't Handle Me by Flo Rida ft David Guetta(&lt;/b&gt;with verse from me!(:&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I know how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make em stop and stare as I zone out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The club can't even handle me right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watchin you watchin me I go all out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh x3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh x3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I own the club soon as I step in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pop the bottles red wine,champagne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lights so bright the people can't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But look closer,they starin at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Center stage in a crowded room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Party don't start till I start to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We so fine,we wear our shades indoors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We so fly can you ask for more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall out they can't handle this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All out it's so ridiculous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zone out so much attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scream out I'm in the building (hey! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They watchin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They staring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rockin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rollin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm holdin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I know how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make em stop and stare as I zone out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The club can't even handle me right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watchin you watchin me I go all out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh x3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The club can't even handle me right now (yeahhhhh x3)&lt;/div&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;Yeah,I don't have anything else to talk bout right now.Till next time i feel inspired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out,Girl Scout.&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/7579726372298894178-8959679760700579774?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-5265901693622082487</id><published>2010-09-03T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T11:40:04.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 158th: New Again</title><content type='html'>Hey there internet people.Woah.I miss saying that.Haven't blogged in ages,and as my fingers type,I can actually hear the joints creaking as they struggle to form coherent words.Why the sudden interest in blogging again?I'm not sure.It's inevitable if you think about it.Since I've started Facebook,I keep wanting to post up anything that I feel at that moment as my Facebook status.But there is only SO much emotion you can unleash onto your friends without people thinking you are either an attention whore,an emotional train wreck,or just someone who tries too hard to come up with wise and enlightening status updates.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I should move on to Twitter,but honestly I find Twitter a pain.For no apparent reason.Thats just the way it is.I have no intelligent excuse to not use Twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some here I am again.Trying to shake of the blogging cobwebs that seem to have taken root in between my fingers at 2.40 am while Man Vs Wild is playing on the T.V (holy shit that dude just ate a raw snake.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll update this with something more intelligent and meaningful next time.Hey,who knows?I MIGHT just discover the meaning of life tomorrow.If I do,I'll let you guys know.;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then though.I shall part with the words that i haven't used in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out, Girl Scout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-5265901693622082487?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5265901693622082487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=5265901693622082487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5265901693622082487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5265901693622082487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-158th-new-again.html' title='Chapter the 158th: New Again'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-400851543980545607</id><published>2010-03-15T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:27:56.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 157th: There Goes The Holiday</title><content type='html'>Holy shikes Batman!Why is this guy announcing the death of his holiday,when he has another 6 more days to go?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well internet people,its because of this tiny little game called Final Fantasy 13.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sarxos.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/final-fantasy-xiii-360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want it so bad!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,Its due for release on March 9th.No need to check your calendar.Its waaay past March 9th.But no ffXIII in stores?WTH??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you see guys,its because the english version of final fantasy 13 for the Xbox 360 wont reach Malaysia.And why is that?because the US placed a region lock on it,so it can't be played outside the US.And Malaysia can't find a way around the said region lock,so we will never get it.Unless Malaysian Pirates manage to up their i.t knowledge anytime soon,I'm stuck final fantasy-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird thing is,even the original one is not here.Hey,i'm willing to dish out Rm260 for this game.I am.In fact,I have the money right here.But even the ORIGINAL one is not in stores.WTF??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at 1752 hours,on the 15th of March 2010,my dreams has been crushed.A kid has lost his hope.No point in holidays now.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note,Ps3 has the original english and japanese version in stores.You Sony bastards.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-400851543980545607?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/400851543980545607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=400851543980545607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Link</title><content type='html'>I guess its over.Interact i.u auditions was like,the best fun I've ever had musically.It was awesome in every sense of the word.We've been planning it for a year now.We studied the moves,we learned the cues,the stops,the solos,everything.How can we not make it right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,we just didn't.Disappointment.Is that all I'll ever feel when it comes to music?Out of all the bands there,we most probably put the most effort into performing.We have been practicing since LAST JUNE.So it is not because we didn't try hard enough.Only one reason I can think of.It's because I suck.Enthusiasm will get you no where in this industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that,but I still HOPED that enthusiasm could make up for lack of talent.Someone told me that one of the the judges said that my singing sucked.That I can't sing.Sucks to know that my band didn't make it past auditions because of me.ME.I started the band.I got the members.I got the date of the audition.I did almost everything,and ironically,It's because of ME the band got nowhere.Because of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe Part of The Scene needs a new vocalist.Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-4360083828935046581?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4360083828935046581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4360083828935046581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey there internet people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/S5Eq8igT8gI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WrL1yZf7Fao/s1600-h/19269_215189433588_676133588_3241286_7045933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/S5Eq8igT8gI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WrL1yZf7Fao/s320/19269_215189433588_676133588_3241286_7045933_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445180644010488322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams are over,and now I get to chill out at home with nothing but my xbox and a tall glass of ice-lemon tea.And now holidays have come rolling in.So damn,I have too much free time for a week now.What on earth should I do to fill up the 9 days of no schooling?well...I'm sure I'll think of something.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short post today.Will try to upload four at once next time.till then though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out girl Scout.&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/7579726372298894178-4428265260371744795?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4428265260371744795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4428265260371744795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-1432264796666920935</id><published>2010-02-21T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:44:33.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 154th: The Damn Darksiders</title><content type='html'>Hey internet people.In case your wondering,I've been playing this one game called Darksiders.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digitalbattle.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Darksiders_Cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honest opinion,its a good game.Only thing preventing it from being an AMAZING game is the fact that its messily done.The camera lags,and there is always those moments in te game in which you are asking yourself "okay...now what the heck do I do now?".But the main problem is the camera.Playing the game makes me feel like I just took a ride on one of them "spiraly-loop-the-loop" roller-coasters.Oh yeah,and you are called a horseman.Been playing the game for a good 6 hours now,and I still haven't gotten my frickin horse.Why the hell do they do this??Just give me the frickin horse!my gosh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other things That I've done during the holidays include slepingalot,eating a lot,and jamming a lot.That's right.With Nick's band,which is yet to be named,and also my band,Part of The Scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hereby proud and happy to announce that Par of The Scene finally has enough members to function properly as a band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band members are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaac Jay: Manager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farhan Abdullah: Vocals/Bass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nufail Ismail: Guitar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wong Kai Lun: Guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ammar Arief: Drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johanna Loh: Violin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome!we are sooo gonna rock.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lookin forward to auditions.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out Girl Scout&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/7579726372298894178-1432264796666920935?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1432264796666920935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=1432264796666920935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1432264796666920935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1432264796666920935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-154th-damn-darksiders.html' title='Chapter the 154th: The Damn Darksiders'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-9211063804519862644</id><published>2010-02-21T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:05:24.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 153rd: A Thousand Miles Away</title><content type='html'>Hey internet people.School holidays have come to an end,and now we have to face the exams that are right around the corner.Like,literally right around the corner.It's next week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I didn't do anything productive during the holidays.I had so much work planned,but I ended up doing nothing.I've got to stop wasting my holidays like this.I hardly get free time as it is.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I most probably won't get good results for this test,but I'll still try my best to score as high as I can.But chances are I'll fail physics,add math and math.Math because I can't seem to pay attention in class,same for physics,and well...I just suck at add math.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the reason I suck at add math is because I'm not good at it,so I don't have the mood to study it.I'm the type that avoids doing stuff I suck at,and thats an attitude that has GOT to change.I need to get good results for SPM.My family has spent so much money on me throughout my 5 years of schooling.Just this year alone,my sis belanja me reference books,which costs around 100 bucks,tuition which is 225 bucks a month,and other school related stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be that ungrateful...Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time for a change.Am I up for it though?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-9211063804519862644?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/9211063804519862644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=9211063804519862644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/9211063804519862644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/9211063804519862644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-153rd-thousand-miles-away.html' title='Chapter the 153rd: A Thousand Miles Away'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-438521362918482390</id><published>2010-02-16T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:38:31.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 152nd: Expectations are for Losers</title><content type='html'>Hey there internet people.Though this comes kinda late,I hope you guys enjoyed your Valentines day/Chinese New Year celebration.I think CNY is not over yet,but I'm not sure.My neighbour all but set my roof on fire with fireworks though.haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna know how I spent my Sunday?Well,I woke up at 11,switched on the tv for awhile,and ended up watching reruns of Glee all the way till 5p.m.Yeap.It was verryy productive.Holidays have been going on for 4 days now,and I have yet to receive a message from any female acquaintance at all.Would make my whole holiday just to see a message from her in my new messages menu.But that'll never happen eh?haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Wolfman with the sister today.It was completely impromptu.She really wanted to go out to watch a movie,so we ust jumped into the next screening of any movie.Just so happens it was Wolfman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now,I'm never good at giving reviews without giving spoilers,But I'll try anyway.I rate the movie a 4/10.Which is not bad,considering the fact that Avatar kinda raised the bar for any movie to come.One thing I can sy bout Wolfman though.The policemen in Scotland Yard REALLY,DESPERATELY need to learn how to shoot a gun.There was this one scene,where the wolf was running straight towards a whole row of policemen in a narrow alley,and all the bullets seem to miss him.Like COME ON!the alley was about as wide as your mom's butt.You can't be THAT blind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if you were to TRY to miss the wolf you'd still probably end up hitting SOMETHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another thing that made the movie horrible,no Taylor Lautner.I shall hereby judge all werewolves by the standard of Taylor Lautner.Not Jacob Black,coz Jacob has bad taste in women.But Taylor Lautner,coz he dated Taylor Swift,which has no relation to why Taylor would make a good werewolf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found myself sitting on my bed at 2.30a.m writing a song about a girl who wants little to do with me.Why the fuck am I doing it even I don't know.the idea just popped in my head.Maybe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll call it "please don't kill me Jit Qi",coz thats what I'll be shouting if Jit Qi were to ever hear this song I wrote about her.Perhaps I should not have mentioned this.Mana tau dia baca blog aku,then later she come to school with a parang or something.Nasty thought.But I think she is more of the type to use a baseball bat to the balls.It's more,"in your face." In a matter of speaking.That girl scares me.But I find myself strangely fascinated by her.Its like i'm Indiana Jones and shes my Crystal Skull.You know its dangerous,but by gosh you just have to try to find out more about it.Two weeks ago and I would say "spider sense tingling!impending death glare coming!!" but now I would say "She's not that bad.She's actually kinda nice to talk to sometimes." but don't get me wrong,a part of my will still stay a good 20 feet away from her if I were to see her holding anything that could be used as a weapon.I know she hasn't done anything bad to me,I'm just wary of the fact she doesn't smile to me.Kinda makes me sad.Makes me go all "is she always like that,or did I do something wrong?"All I want is for her to smile at me...T.T But she's a nice girl.I know that.She's a nice girl who is nice to talk to.She has a nice smile.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I can't believe I just technically wrote a blog post about Jit Qi.oh well.next up,alligators in the sewers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out,Girl Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-438521362918482390?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/438521362918482390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=438521362918482390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/438521362918482390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/438521362918482390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-152nd-expectations-are-for.html' title='Chapter the 152nd: Expectations are for Losers'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4903342773109943655</id><published>2010-02-16T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:41:38.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 151st: Stalker</title><content type='html'>Hey there internet people.I was looking at my past posts and I noticed I accidentally jumbled up he order of my posts.If you notice,it goes from Chapter 149 and the next chapter is 148.Minor setback,but you guys din't notice it either,so I guess that just goes to show how many of you guys REALLY pay attention while reading this thing.;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading a lot of Spiderman comics lately,and part of the reason I'm doing so is because of Mary-Jane.Y'know,that red head chick that Kirsten Dunst kinda butchered in the second movie?well,I have a sneaking suspicion that I like Mary-Jane just because she's a red head,and red heads remind me of Hayley Williams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeOWFU4K6MM/SpAVRCs7s_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8xy19IRBh3E/s400/Invincible-65-be+gentle.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mary Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnpKTERvX1VBM2hHZllpVm9zYllTQkEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hayley Williams overdose.*heaven*(credits to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=423815"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;»LEXiiOHHHs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;, whose photobucket I stole it from)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because of Hayley I would never look at the colour red the same way again.I mean,I would definitely stalk her if I have the money and means.She's not exactly the Victoria Secret pin-up type,but I would still eat her shorts and make her sandwiches.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess I will get the chance to stalk her tho,coz GUESS WHO'S GOING TO WATCH PARAMORE LIVE IN SINGAPORE ON MARCH 7TH????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;me.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and Zarif,ammar and Syamil,but don't mind them.Merely wallpaper material.I have the star potential.she'll be swooned by me.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but babi,my seat damn far from the stage.=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out Girl Scout&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/7579726372298894178-4903342773109943655?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BeOWFU4K6MM/SpAVRCs7s_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8xy19IRBh3E/s72-c/Invincible-65-be+gentle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7711944205719484362</id><published>2010-02-11T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:30:06.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 150th: An F in Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Callie: Hey Farhan,where is your house ah?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Just go straight and turn right.It's right in front of the third bump&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Callie: Okay,I'm gonna go your house and burn it later&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTF??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey there internet people.The conversation above took place at the bus stop on Tuesday.I just don't get it.Am I THAT big a jerk for people to wnat to some to my house to burn it??I mean,that must be like,the 10th threat I've gotten regarding my house.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The weirdest is by that ex form 5,Shaun.He threatened to throw a pig into my house.That is just odd.hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;on a vompletely unrelated note,I heard a story about a mom who punished her child for failing math.His punishment,to kill his pet dog,using a hammer.The poor boy was just in fifth grade.What the holy fuck??that mom SERIOUSLY needs to get her morals in check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bad parenting has been a seriously horrible problem these days.Kids have been getting it on when they are waaay to young to even know what to do with their raging hormones.So as a result,we get girls who have babies when they are like,16 or so.Not something you can proudly write on a college application form.But if your proud of it,hey,good for you I say.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the future I might not be the best dad,so if I have a son,the best thing I can do is hand him a pack of condoms and a fistful of moral values.If its a daughter then well,so help me god.I'll let the mom do the work.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of underage sex,y'know the girl I mentioned in the previous post?Chatted with her just now.And whaddaya know,she IS a pornstar.haha!awkward moment in a 17 year old boys life.Meeting in person the girls on magazine covers he wished he could date.But I don't think this girl is in any magazine covers that are available in Malaysia though.Don't think we'll be keeping in touch.One thing I want to say to her though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"No,I do NOT like to bend things over."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace Out,Girl Scout.;D&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;&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;&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/7579726372298894178-7711944205719484362?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7711944205719484362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7711944205719484362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7711944205719484362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7711944205719484362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-150th-f-in-math.html' title='Chapter the 150th: An F in Math'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7229818658329531976</id><published>2010-02-07T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:26:46.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 148th: Heheh</title><content type='html'>eh,fuck.haven't updated in a while.Currently catching up with homework.In the words of the great Arnold,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'll be back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blog not on hiatus.yet.heheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-7229818658329531976?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7229818658329531976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7229818658329531976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7229818658329531976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7229818658329531976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-148th-heheh.html' title='Chapter the 148th: Heheh'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-2345166560390497632</id><published>2010-02-05T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:51:05.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 149th: It's like a Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>Many people think I have abandoned this thing,as many people have abandoned theirs.I Don't think I'll do that.I love this thing.Its like,somebody I can always rely on to be here for me.I regret not spending time to update it though.=/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey there internet people.School has been eating my time a lot,so updates will come really slow.But I promise,I will spend a lot more time here.I still remember my new years resolution of reaching 200 posts by 17th May,my birthday.So,it'll be totally awesome if you guys stick with me.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note,I've received a comment on one of my posts,the one titled "her pictures on the wall."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some weird person named TeaTeaTea1234 or something like that commented in some asian language.I think it's chinese.Anyway,I clicked on the comment and it led me to a website filled with asian chicks in little clothing.I'm not sure who this person is,but I guess I appreciate your Valentine's Day gift to me.=B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously did not expect that.And I think like,2 girls from one of those webcam stripping sites added me on MSN.I don't know how the hell they got my email address.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean,kerusipatahmejapecah@hotmail.com is not something you just randomly type in.Only person who has access to my email besides me is Isaac,so that indian boy has some explaining to do.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean,I don't really mind,coz at least I have friends in the adult entertainment *cough*porn*cough* industry,y'know,in case I ever need something to fall back on.*wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I checked out one of them though,out of curiosity and my god,I did not know the human body can bend that way.....looks painful.I would not enjoy that.But props for dedication to your job!Holla at ya Cassie273!=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just nudged her on msn.She din't respond.I wonder what she could be doing.Oh wait,her status just changed to busy.haha.Wonder what she's busy with.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay,this is getting no where.till next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out,Girl Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-2345166560390497632?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2345166560390497632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=2345166560390497632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2345166560390497632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2345166560390497632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-149th-its-like-sanctuary.html' title='Chapter the 149th: It&apos;s like a Sanctuary'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4240472750261603089</id><published>2010-01-25T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T05:58:26.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 147th: Her Picture's On The Wall</title><content type='html'>Its funny.It really is.I find it amazingly amusing how I am so into this girl who has no chance in hell of feeling the same way about me.Its like,part of the reason I haven't given up yet is because I want to see what would happen if I continue pursuing her.Would I regret it?Would I get to hear her laugh,everyday?Would she smile,just for me?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her smile.Oh god her smile.If you had told me that perfection could be achieved with a single smile before I met her,I wouldn't believe you.Now every nerve,every vein,every blood vessel,every single cell and muscle and whatever there is in my body yearns to see it.That slight lifting of her lips.The way her laugh seems to be sweeter than any musical instrument could ever hope to sound like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mischievous grin makes everything worthwhile.The way she always looks like she's got something planned,like I'm not seeing the bigger picture.The way she seems to walk on air,as if she stole that grace right from underneath a ballerina's mary janes. The way my nose catches a whiff of her shampoo everytime a breeze blows through her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all seems so surreal.Such an amazing girl.You don't meet someone like her very often.I might never meet anyone like her ever again.But if there is one fault to her that I can think of.One fault that I can't hope to correct.One fault that my selfish self would allow myself to blatantly see,and its the only fault which she does not notice.Eventhough she notices every other trivial matter such as the way her thighs are too "fat" or her arms are too "flabby".She does not see that perfection is never without its own flaws.The one flaw to her,the one dent in the sculpture,the one crack on the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one flaw that kills me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that she is not with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her picture on the wall is all I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-4240472750261603089?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4240472750261603089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4240472750261603089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4240472750261603089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4240472750261603089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-147th-her-pictures-on-wall.html' title='Chapter the 147th: Her Picture&apos;s On The Wall'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4448315019570608146</id><published>2010-01-25T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T05:35:36.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 146th: Thus Far</title><content type='html'>Hey there internet people.Im not gonna waste any time apologizing for not updating much,mainly because I don't have a good excuse.So,on with today's post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One question though,how many of you still READ this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.I can't help but feel that Form 5 is steering me into a whirlpool.Or maybe I'm already IN that said whirlpool,as I have no idea where I'm going.It's like,I'm just going through each day without giving much thought about it.Kinda like reading a whole book,but not understanding the words you just read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should not be going on this way.But I can't help but feel like I should be enjoying the moment.Milking out my last year in high school.I'm not giving myself a chance to breathe.I don't know why,but I'm drowning in my own little world.Does anybody else feel this way?Is it just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so freaking hectic,that I don't even have time to Youtube as often,and that is saying something,as I'm ALWAYS able to squeeze in some youtube time everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extracurricular activities driving me up the wall.Can't believe EST is that much of a pain.Frisbee is still fun.Hope I get a post or something tho.Would make it awesome,coz I'm like,one of the few people who gila semangat to play.haha.And as usual,I joined lontar peluru and tarik tali for my house team.UNGU AKAN MENAG TAHUN NI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right Jay Han?haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my schoolbag is in danger of committing harakiri from all the books I'm forced to carry everyday.Do we really NEED textbooks that thick???I guess we do,but sheesh.Couldn't they have used a smaller font or something to save pages?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note,the only subjects which I have homework lately are English and Add Math.Add Math is starting to get fun.So is English,as previous teachers have left me freaking jaded with the subject.Pn.Phung or Pang or wtv her name is really made my year with that Unsung Heroes assignment.In case you guys din't get the assignment,its basically us writing a song about unsung heroes in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I just made enemies with almost all the teachers in my class.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not my fault I'm loud.And It's not my fault the whole class is so freaking quiet.Well,Isaac makes a lot of noise,but the teachers all love him for some reason.Or maybe they can't see him coz he's black,thus it seems like I'm the only one making the noise.hmmm...could be...could be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah,and I'm ketua kebersihan.Yeah,I know.What the hell were they thinking??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ponteng time this year has been cut,due to no Zarif.So is jamming time,due to no Nufail and Zarif.I wonder how form 5 would be like if there was never the streaming?I think It would be kinda neat.But no time to dawdle about the past.The present is all that matters now.SPM is a huge dick,but i guess we all gotta face it.May as well jump at it headfirst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that,my fellow readers,is my life thus far,in a nutshell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out,Girl Scout&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/7579726372298894178-4448315019570608146?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4448315019570608146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4448315019570608146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4448315019570608146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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good excuse.I DO however,have a good reason for updating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has anyone seen my Nike CTR360?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anyone seen this???:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N4AojgMoLEs/SxtLgwZ7gHI/AAAAAAAAABY/LPavgBBqjjg/s320/Nike+CTR360+Libretto+Ic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beloved Nike CTR360&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;coz it is FUCKING NOT IN MY SHOE CUPBOARD!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;please let it be in Ammar or zarif or iQan's house or something,because I really fucking love it and its gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If anyone has any information,please inform me A.S.A.P.the shoe is sorely missed.Dad thinks that maybe someone broke in and stole it.LIKE WTF WEI!!200 BUCKS LAH!!YOU GO THROUGH ALL THAT TROUBLE JUST TO STEAL ONE PAIR OF SHOES ONLY AH???SIAL!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know takde org pinjam,coz noone else size 12 right??&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;****UPDATE!!*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Laporan polis telah dibuat.Anybody spotted wearing a pair of CTR360 in the area around my house,will kena tahan by polis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BABI!!THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR MESSING WITH FARHAN ABDULLAH.NOBODY,I REPEAT,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO-FUCKING-BODY MESSES WTH FARHAN ABDULLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/S1cgjFgsDyI/AAAAAAAAANw/lOAGEJ4gL5A/s320/Image23.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428843662965215010" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Don't screw with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s,if I tertinggal the shoe anywhere and you found it,please return it.I will be severely grateful.Because it is still not comfirmed that it is stolen.Police have been notified though.&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;&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/7579726372298894178-6398013579520649439?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6398013579520649439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=6398013579520649439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6398013579520649439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6398013579520649439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2010/01/chapter-145th-may-god-bless-your-soul.html' title='Chapter the 145th: May God Bless Your Soul'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N4AojgMoLEs/SxtLgwZ7gHI/AAAAAAAAABY/LPavgBBqjjg/s72-c/Nike+CTR360+Libretto+Ic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-1360589156740032877</id><published>2009-12-20T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:57:05.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>144 to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Sy5lIA2OjtI/AAAAAAAAANo/3e5AT_TTd40/s1600-h/28052009011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Sy5lIA2OjtI/AAAAAAAAANo/3e5AT_TTd40/s320/28052009011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417378590114090706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Im not the guy ridding Mr.Farhan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello there girl scouts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we all know my Malay brother is in some lost island. So..... I've been asked to update his blog. Lets see.... what would Farhan like me to blog about? I know, Farhan likes to blog about life, so ill give it a shot. Well I have been thinking lately, not really but  i've been kinda busy lately, no no thats a lie too. I have been up to nothing lately, Ken has offered me a job tomorrow but if i'm blogging now I think ill be late for my first ever job which is kinda bad on my resume, but since me and Ken  already have "&lt;i&gt;lesen main dan padam api"  &lt;/i&gt;on our resume's I guess finding a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; would not be that hard right Ken? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now i'm just gonna randomly pick a picture okay, so i'm not gonna peek...lets see what comes out.&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Sy5ken3cY-I/AAAAAAAAANg/27Y5d5hbUQM/s320/P7260936.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417377879033668578" /&gt;What are the odds, I mean Farhan's not there, maybe he is in the background*LOOK AT THE BACKGROUND*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a wrap boys, I am Isaac Jay Pandian and I approve this message.&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/7579726372298894178-1360589156740032877?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1360589156740032877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=1360589156740032877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1360589156740032877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1360589156740032877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/12/144-to-remember.html' title='144 to remember'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Sy5lIA2OjtI/AAAAAAAAANo/3e5AT_TTd40/s72-c/28052009011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-3602573538938240786</id><published>2009-12-16T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:46:54.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 143rd: Advancement Of Technology Does NOT Help</title><content type='html'>Hey internet people.I've been absolutely busy lately,and its AMAZING how I managed to find the time to update this here blog of mine,which still only has 3 followers.&lt;div&gt;("Why won't you come BACK??" I yell into the distance...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I lied.I've been stuck on this sofa for the past few days.But I didn't lie about the follower thing though.Maybe I should do something to attract people to this blog.Like put up more pictures of hot babes playing xbox or somethin.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.1pstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/100_3316.jpg" alt="user posted image" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;err...Achievement Unlocked?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,I'm gonna be flying to New Zealand on the 17th Of December,at 9.30 pm.Coming back to Malaysia on the 24th,at around...9pm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think.Haha.Gonna miss everyone.Gonna miss a certain someone more than the rest though.And no Isaac and ken,that person ain't either of you.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna be posting up a song on youtube.I'll post a link on this post when it's up.Keep checking this particular post,because I don't think I'm gonna be updating in awhile.A week feels like such a freaking long time.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait,OMFG!is that a FREAKING MOUNTAIN DEW can in the picture of the babe licking the controller?Holy Jeepers Batman!I think I'm in LOVE.haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,till next time then.Take care all of you,and a Happy Hanukkah to those of you who celebrate it.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps;Shane Dawson got 1000,000 subscribers!!Freakin happy for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-3602573538938240786?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3602573538938240786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=3602573538938240786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3602573538938240786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3602573538938240786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-143rd-advancement-of-technology.html' title='Chapter the 143rd: Advancement Of Technology Does NOT Help'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-8828052106690786827</id><published>2009-12-16T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:05:37.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 142nd: Operation P.o.T.S</title><content type='html'>Hey there internet people.Had a jamming session with my band today,without a drummer since we did it in my house,which does not possess a drumset.YET.haha!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay,I just decided something,based on what Nufail said just now.Next year,we are going to hebohkan about our band.Part of The Scene.We are gonna publicise it,we are going to perform everywhere,we are going to add youtube videos,maybe even make a facebook or myspace or whatever the kids these days are into,especially for the band.Next year is gonna be our year.I can feel it!haha.Gonna learn from all the past mistakes our band previously made,gonna audition for everything we can get our hands on,and eventhough its off topic,we are going to do all this and still get good grades for SPM.Can't forget SPM.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band publicity has officially been added onto the Farhan Abdullah book of to-do lists for 2010.;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone out there,please spread the word about our band,even though you guys have never heard us perform,trust me.We are pretty good.The first gig next year would most probably be Leo I.U.If we can pass the auditions for that,then that would be the debut of the band.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We might have to work our asses off like seriously though.I don't think the Leo people are very keen on letting us perform after our disastrous Leo installation audition.*shudder*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gives me nightmares just thinking bout it.haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,just sit back,and let us rock your socks off.I'm The Hanz from Part of the Scene,and I approve this message.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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/7579726372298894178-8828052106690786827?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/8828052106690786827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=8828052106690786827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/8828052106690786827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/8828052106690786827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-142nd-operation-pots.html' title='Chapter the 142nd: Operation P.o.T.S'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-6379144946930290611</id><published>2009-12-14T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:19:22.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 141st: Sorry?</title><content type='html'>Hey internet people.Haven't had a real personal post in awhile,and basically this post goes out to a girl.Yeah,it always does,doesn't it?;D&lt;div&gt;Anyway,I don't think it really matters much to her,but it means a lot to me.I kinda promised her a song for her birthday,and I still havent delivered on it,eventhough her birthday was like,the 8th?Haha.Don't think she reads this,but if she does,just wanted to apologise to her for delaying it.The song doesn't feel right yet.And I can't message you to tell you this because I don't want to disturb you have your fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your in camp now right?haha.What are the odds of you going online and reading this post?slim to none.Anyway yeah,its nothing big,but I feel guilty not following up on a promise.Haha!I'll hustle and try to post it up before I leave for New Zealand on the 17th.If its done by then,I guess I'll notify you.If its not...well...sorry in advance?It will be up though.Its not gonna be one of those empty promises,I can guarantee you that.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,chances are you don't really care about a single song written by me.Chances are you FORGOT that I promised you a song.Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rambling now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random side note:I just drank a cup of expired grape juice.I think this is how wine tastes like.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out,Girl Scout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!(coincidentially,she IS a girl,and she IS in scouts!HAHAHA!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-6379144946930290611?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6379144946930290611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=6379144946930290611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6379144946930290611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6379144946930290611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-141st-i-see-your-face-reflected.html' title='Chapter the 141st: Sorry?'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7028612995060879060</id><published>2009-12-12T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:44:39.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 140th: Pictures Taken By My Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey internet people.Title basically says it all.This post is actually a random one just because I wanted to reach my 140th blogpost.Realised that this blog has been around since mid 2007,and I only have 140 posts.Take me away!Lock me up and throw the keys!I'm a lazy bastardchild!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Years Resolution,to get to chapter 200 by my birthday next year.Should be easy enough.My birthday is on May 17th.plenty of time.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SyPlWiChhxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/D0uLBKHS7dI/s320/08122009352.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414423352286742290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sandy,Isaac's snake yang sangat buncit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SyPlWShMS-I/AAAAAAAAANI/Xv27NCcEoOg/s320/08122009354.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414423348120407010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cool sticker I found stuck on a car in Subang Parade's parking lot.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SyPlV-5-SaI/AAAAAAAAANA/OjY5ZEgw0U4/s320/11122009356.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414423342855637410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A real keris that I wore with my tradisional baju melayu set for the Sultan's B'day bash.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SyPlVU1Y3aI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6pcI94500yk/s320/12122009376.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414423331562118562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A medal my mom got.Don't ask me for what though,I don't think I'm inclined to tell.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha!and that's it.till next time then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out,Girl Scout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/7579726372298894178-7028612995060879060?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7028612995060879060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7028612995060879060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7028612995060879060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7028612995060879060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-140th-pictures-taken-by-my.html' title='Chapter the 140th: Pictures Taken By My Phone'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SyPlWiChhxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/D0uLBKHS7dI/s72-c/08122009352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-1225040820358520619</id><published>2009-12-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:27:46.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 139th: I Need Goggles</title><content type='html'>Hey there internet people.I've been gaming alot lately,ever since I got my xbox 360 in November,(Isaac,achievements 2730!!haha) and I have to say,I spend more time looking at the tv screen then I do on youtube.And that is saying something,coz if you don't know me,I youtube A LOT.Like a lot.seriously.I can name almost every youtuber that is a member of the youtube staff.i think.=/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,in case you are wondering what games have I been playing,here is a few.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WLYpWstFSo/SfXbt8GHAbI/AAAAAAAAEnk/NdyvsKJe9Mc/s400/WetTheGame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just completed.short.Not advisable for purchase unless you like hot chicks with guns(I DO!!=D) and achievements.(Hell Yeah!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache-08.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/9/2009/08/340x_borderlands_box_art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZOMGJIZZ!!!!!need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ui21.gamespot.com/1044/94367296987front_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OmG its Jack Black in a game based on HEAVY METAL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/14030/824170-fable2_cover_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old game,but pure genius as well.Gets you all..EPIC.haha(completed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/3/30014/1129403-left4dead2cover_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does this game need a fuckin intro??COME ON!!hahaha(completed?you can't really tell...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I play a lot more,but hey.Most of them might not be worthy of mention.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah,sebelum terlupa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.agorabd.com/images/sub_cat_img/27525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the food of gamers.Walaupun this one dah expired.hahahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-1225040820358520619?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1225040820358520619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=1225040820358520619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1225040820358520619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1225040820358520619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-139th-i-need-goggles.html' title='Chapter the 139th: I Need Goggles'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WLYpWstFSo/SfXbt8GHAbI/AAAAAAAAEnk/NdyvsKJe9Mc/s72-c/WetTheGame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7288282152389008026</id><published>2009-12-12T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:57:26.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 138th: Yo' Sex Is On Fire</title><content type='html'>Hey internet people.Watched Battle Of The Bands at Sunway just now.Damn,dah dapat semangat nak jamming lagi!!haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't jammed much this whole holidays.By much,I mean we haven't jammed at all.Don't think P.o.T.S will be ready next year.Thats the name of the band btw.P.o.T.S,meaning Part of The Scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We seriously haven't jammed much,and we don't have a drummer and a capable bassist.Weirdly enough,we have a violinist.Haha.Hardly something a typical rock band would have,but she is awesome and I'm sure it will help the band mengembangkan sayap kreativitinya.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks to Johanna for willing to become part of a dysfunctional band.;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My god,I need a drummer.Anybody willing to be a drummer?My current drummer is in another band,and I would hate to make him work two bands,as it is tiring and most probs he won't be able to give his 100% to both bands.Not to undermine his talent,coz he has plenty.Its just that I'm pretty sure he would be more committed to his other band,as he is closer to them and he kinda started off with them.I would love to stick with him though,as he is kinda sporting with our song choices,and we have bullshit song choices.hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah,while I'm at it,I'm available as a bassist,if you want a self trained and awkward bassist playing for your band.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also don't mind being a vocalist,but hey,our school is already overflowing with those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.o.T.S has to work their butts off next year,because after school,Battle Of The Bands will be waiting for us!!As if we can't get in while we are in form 5.I mean,I have connections and stuff,but at the rate we are going,macam guarantee to suck aje.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,here is wishing for a good year ahead for P.o.T.S,and may the rock gods shine down upon us and give us the strength to blow minds and melt faces.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout&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/7579726372298894178-7288282152389008026?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7288282152389008026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7288282152389008026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7288282152389008026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7288282152389008026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-138th-yo-sex-is-on-fire.html' title='Chapter the 138th: Yo&apos; Sex Is On Fire'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-5726225459480912608</id><published>2009-12-12T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:29:39.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 137th: A Story From Back Then</title><content type='html'>Whats up internet people.Haven't been updating for awhile,and I seriously need to stop starting my posts with that.Its just that I've been very busy lately,and there has been a lot of personal issues as well,so to make for that,I'll update with as many posts as I can manage in one go.Alright?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay,now I want to share a fascinating story from back when I was 5 years old.At that time,I really loved to watch t.v,as there was nothing much to do back then.I used to watch National Geographic on Rtm1 while eating Maggi's instant kuey teow soup.That was the life man!Dunno why they stopped making the instant kuey teow soup though.One of the best things they've ever made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,after National Geographic,this one police show would come on,and basically its the police solving murder cases.As a kid,I naively watched these murder stories without asking questions,but then it dawned on me that if people in the T.V can die,I can die too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I freaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was 5,and I started praying like some anak imam coz I was so freaking scared of dying.I didn't know what would happen if I died,and I didn't want to find out.I became distant,while trying to come up with a plan to avoid death.I asked my dad if he had any brilliant ideas,and that basically made my whole family panic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because here they have a 5 year old,who is worried about dying,while his peers were happily playing with their batman figurines and gameboys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad had a brilliant solution though.He did what every father does when their child has an issue they want their child to forget.They bribe them.In my case,my dad told me that every year that I stay alive,he would get me a new toy.He was a smart one my dad.I looked forward to every year,hoping that he would keep his promise.It was only when I was 7 that I realised that the presents that he gets me every year were actually Birthday presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T'was then that I had a new perspective on birthdays.It meant that I survived another year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey,I was a morbid child,but I was happy.Because I had a whole new reason to look forward to birthdays.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that was a fascinating story yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sadface*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-5726225459480912608?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5726225459480912608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=5726225459480912608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5726225459480912608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5726225459480912608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-137th-story-from-back-then.html' title='Chapter the 137th: A Story From Back Then'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-2719666609361183269</id><published>2009-12-04T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:29:06.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 136th: FailBlog</title><content type='html'>Hey there internet people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you guys heard of failblog?Surely most of you people out there who have used youtube before have seen one of their videos before.Either by chance or you have heard about them before.Anyway,incase you guys didn't know (wth?duduk bawah batu ke?),failblog basically has videos of some of the stupidest and funniest things ever recorded by mankind.Its basically you laughing at the misfortunes of other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course senang gila nak laugh when its not you yang kena kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I mentioning this to you guys?Coz I can't get enough of it.it's like,"oooh,goalkeeper fail!jom tengok" and you watch a vid of some goalkeeper doing a stupid own goal,then you look at the related videos and see the words "Building demolition fail" and you click on that,and well,it goes on for about a few hours or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would put a few failblog videos on my blog,but I don't know how to.I freaking noob at all these computer things lah.I don't even know what that weird symbol on the button that says "insert" means.(what the hell...Is that freakin greek??Ini laptop FUJITSU lah!you should be speaking Japanese!!not that thats any better lah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not to say I hate my laptop.I love this tiny guy.Coz he's RED.haha!Love him so much I haven't even taken the plastic off of him.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Subang Parade just now.One of my most favorite places to shop at.Love the atmosphere there.Its soo...homey.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate at Nando's,and saw one of my old schoolmates,Cherlyn Liew.I think thats her last name.Dia kerja jadi waitress pulak.Fuihh...she hasn't changed one bit in the last four years since I saw her.And she recognised me!bangga jugak ah.And guess who sat beside me?Faris,the form 3 prefect who is a killer bassist.Then went to lepak at Toys R Us to check on the christmas sales (menipu!the price is the same!damn you Toys R Us!!) and saw Carlos working there.haha.Then on the way back home bumped into Felicia.She was busy staring at the Make-Your-Own-Teddy-Bear display in front of HSL,sampai she didn't see me.Had to tegur her first.haha!Hard to miss me lah,I so freaking bulat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small world man...small world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised that this post has just turned into one of those "This is what I did today:Number 1)..." kind of blogposts.Haven't done that in awhile.I think i have writers block.No idea how to make this more entertaining.I want my followers back.=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well,till next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout&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/7579726372298894178-2719666609361183269?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2719666609361183269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=2719666609361183269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2719666609361183269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2719666609361183269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-136th-failblog.html' title='Chapter the 136th: FailBlog'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-1810908839876387670</id><published>2009-12-02T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:19:08.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 135th: It Was Bound To Happen</title><content type='html'>Hey,sorry for not updating in awhile,internet people.Been awful busy and stuff.Okay I'm lying.Haven't been busy in a long time.And I lost another follower.It's okay,I deserve that.Haha.But please come back.=(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been thinking lately.At this time next year,I'll most probably be posting a blogpost about how much I'll miss school,and about how life from then on will be awesome and such.After next year,there will be no more school for me.No more school uniform.No more wearing the seafield badge.Heck,I kinda like our school badge.God bless the person who designed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still,life after school might be a blast,but holy fuck will it be scary.Goes without saying,next year will most probably be the hardest year of my life.The most fucked up 365 days I'll ever live through.The most annoying,exasperating, exhausting year of of my life.Yet,it might be my most accomplished.My most satisfying. The happiest 365 days I'll ever live through.It might be a blast.It might be awesome.It might be downright LEGENDARY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,heh.This post was bound to happen.The whole,"Where will I be in 2011?" crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly,I don't know.I always wanted to be in the entertainment industry.Start a real band or something,but my mom says that you can hardly make a living in Malaysia through music.Unless your really good.Maybe my band could revolutionise music in Malaysia.We could be the band,the reason that Nicholas Ng and Ken change their opinion of the local music scene.Managed by my good friend,and equally cun manager Isaac Jay Pandian.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or I could just go to plan B and move to LA with Zarif and we can start a band there.Indy bands there are awesome.They have alot more major record labels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom suggested I go into Video Game Designing or Graphic Designing.I might just do that,though I don't know where to start.Maybe I'll just manage a Mydin chain.The owner is close to the famiy anyway,but I'd rather not use connections.I'd rather rise to the top using my on abilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I rambling on too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,next year will be eventful,thats for sure.Maybe I'll just sit back and enjoy the view.The road may be bumpy,but hell,there would be plenty of Kodak Moments along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave a comment 'bout what YOU guys want to do when you leave school.Go to college?Get a job?Go to college and THEN get a job?If you go to college what course would you choose?I want to know.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow.Kinda funny feeling.2 more years and Im out in the open.I barely feel like I've reached puberty!haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out Girls Scout&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/7579726372298894178-1810908839876387670?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1810908839876387670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=1810908839876387670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1810908839876387670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1810908839876387670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/12/chapter-135th-it-was-bound-to-happen.html' title='Chapter the 135th: It Was Bound To Happen'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-2565870597892765903</id><published>2009-11-23T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:38:58.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 134th: She Wants Bad Boys</title><content type='html'>Alright,am i doing something wrong?I have to be,right?Why won't she reply me?=(&lt;div&gt;Now I'm caught between pretending that everything is going alright and tearing my hair out trying to find out what makes that girl tick.Crap.I'm in that awkward point in a relationship where I continuously ask myself "Will she call back?" and reassuring myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think that you should start getting worried when you talk to yourself more often then you talk to other people.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if I'm doing it right?Or am I just fucking things up for myself.I think I'm fucking things up.Yeap.Definitely fucking things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That girl is so perfect.I can see her halo and the wind that blows whenever she flips her hair or when the sun seems to shine the brightest when she smiles.She bleeds rainbows and eats the hearts of her many admirers for breakfast and lunch.for dinner she can feed on the stares of all the onlookers that gawk and gaze at her as she walks down the street,hoping that she would spare them a glance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She dances in the sky with stars that shine like diamonds.I'm nobody.I'm nobody when it comes to her.I'm nothing.Just another poor hapless chap on her lunch menu.She doesn't ask for it,but she gets it anyway.No,she doesn't ask for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's an angel.And angels don't hurt others.They're better than that.Yet,in the process of her not hurting me,she is making me self destruct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird thing is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.im off the edge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout=).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-2565870597892765903?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2565870597892765903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=2565870597892765903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2565870597892765903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2565870597892765903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-134thi-may-be.html' title='Chapter the 134th: She Wants Bad Boys'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4450600313384658073</id><published>2009-11-21T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:21:11.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 133rd: Tear You A New One</title><content type='html'>I don't really have to update.usually I would give time for my previous post to sink in first or something,but biarlah.I don't think anybody else will be commenting on my hair.haha!&lt;div&gt;So,I guess my regular blogging schedule should be back.If you guys even give a damn.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates in my life: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:bS6omkTCmS8ZWM:http://www.bringmeasandwich.com/images/coke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say goodbye to coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:yk7vPof4ALKjOM:http://gurugupta.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/diet-coke-english.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello Diet Coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yeap.I converted.I'm now drinking diet coke.Part of a new health thingy I guess.Thing about diet coke is,it contains 0% of fat,energy,sugar and carbs.So technically your just drinking carbonated coffee.Well,GOOD carbonated coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also watched 2012 recently.Good show.Really long,but it was a good show.But there was this couple to my right ah,ish.tak senonoh betul dalam cinema doh.haha!takpe ah.I should mind my own business.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright,usually I only update when I have something to share,but heh.Not this time.Oh yeah,I won't be here on the 17th till the 23rd of december,as I'm gonna be going to New Zealand.I think.Mom hasn't really decided.Again,I'm not that keen on going,coz I'm kinda jaded with all the travelling.Been doing it ever since I'm a kid.I think my first passport was when i was like what,2?I think that was to London.Can't be sure.But you get the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I mentioned in one of my previous blog posts that I've been writing a song.Well,there has been ZERO progress on it.Well,music is starting to piss me off lately.Mainly because of that jackass who acts like a complete fucktard whenever I do ANYTHING associated with music near him.Kinda dampens the mood.And knowing that whenever I play music or mention it I'm actually annoying someone kinda makes me off music.Sure I still pick up my bass once in a while,but whenever I terbayangkan his face,I feel macam nauseated and I stop playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well he can go fuck himself.I'm sure he gladly will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna keep on playing.HAH!eat that beeotch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah,I was actually planning on ending this post with a "I'll Keep On Rocking" but that sounds too cheesy overdramatic.Macam bajet cool je.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah,time now is 4.22am.Genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout&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;&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/7579726372298894178-4450600313384658073?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4450600313384658073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4450600313384658073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4450600313384658073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4450600313384658073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-133rd-tear-you-new-one.html' title='Chapter the 133rd: Tear You A New One'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4385124725274516072</id><published>2009-11-20T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:56:44.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 132nd: Metrosexualism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright,so Zarif managed to convince me to do something quite crazy.I mentioned it casually to him one day in class. "Wei,aku rasa one day aku nak buat rebonding lah.".he replied "Iye ke?Aku pon nak buat.JOM!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't think he was serious.When he told me he was,I just went along with him.SOMEHOW,he managed to convince me to join him in straightening his hair.Thing is,it seemed like a blardy crazy idea at the time.I mean,macam bazir duit je kan?But I don't regret it pulak.Haha.Not one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met in Summit after sembahyang jumaat.Nufail and Ammar tagged along.Me and Zarif were trying to delay the moment as long as we can.Memang lah,first time kan?mestilah cuak sikit.At last,we managed to get the guts to do it.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SwbqU-Cdd7I/AAAAAAAAALY/I6I5TeTLc28/s320/20112009294.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406266048676460466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me.Gay gila kan this pic?Had to tunggu like 1 and a half hours.takdelah lama sangat,but bontot nak tanggal after sitting so long.haha(and i'm hyperactive.I can't sit still for long.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SwbqWGYYS6I/AAAAAAAAALw/XQWzWd8H_Wo/s320/20112009296.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406266068095749026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Binatang apa ni??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SwbqWSpu9YI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EAxc9uVXhEc/s320/20112009299.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406266071389762946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh,its Zarif!!haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SwbqVnRVYCI/AAAAAAAAALo/Kj3qyeVdDmw/s320/20112009297.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406266059744698402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pura-pura malu.haha.Patutnya biar je rambut camni doh.style!!haha&lt;/div&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;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SwbqVfFms2I/AAAAAAAAALg/hv_euK1ZBjo/s320/20112009298.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406266057548018530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zarif praying.Ammar having fun.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Swbt5VkjXfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UQuHuELeKxw/s320/20112009300.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406269972003642866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zarif: Nampak bicep aku tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: tak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zarif: Bodoh ah ko ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After like,one and a half hours,The whole thing is done!yes!bontot dah tak cramp dah!haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't manage to get any of zarifs "after" photos,so this part shall be all about me.haha.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Swbt444OqoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Tmzbeo6rRkU/s320/20112009293.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406269964301544066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Zarif's hair before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is me after:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You really ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After 16 years of having curly hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After 16 years of not being able to run my fingers through my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it goes.&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;*BEWARE!AMATEUR SS-ING BELOW*&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;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Swbwu4wXmmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iyP7RC0ScTM/s320/21112009344.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406273091004766818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta-daa!I can finally run my fingers through my hair!!dulu curly sangat.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Swbt595m9gI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Z1u_I40W5xc/s320/20112009309.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406269982829377026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my penyapu.haha(I GOTS to learn how to smile.haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SwbwuiUuvBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2jOx2TfbUXA/s320/21112009332.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406273084983262226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mata untuk tengok perempuan.haha.(pergh.a bit more and I get my emo hair.haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Swbt5ipAMCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nZKvAXKeA_I/s320/20112009306.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406269975511969826" /&gt;heehee.I like this pic.=D&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: left;"&gt;So,yeah.thats all.I straightened my hair,and I'm happy now.My head feels lighter.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till next time then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out girl scout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps: thanks zarif,for convincing me.thanks nuf and ammar,for temaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pps:this will only last for two months,but who knows?i might buat balik.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-4385124725274516072?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4385124725274516072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4385124725274516072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4385124725274516072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4385124725274516072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-132nd-metrosexualism.html' title='Chapter the 132nd: Metrosexualism'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SwbqU-Cdd7I/AAAAAAAAALY/I6I5TeTLc28/s72-c/20112009294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-1794013908517508286</id><published>2009-11-13T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:02:17.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 131st: Datang Lagi Budak Ni...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi kawan-kawan!lama kita tak jumpa!haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reason i havent been updating in awhile is because I've been busy playing with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SwblP5h6-VI/AAAAAAAAALI/mLYV7QjM2Hk/s320/21112009341.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406260464008755538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XBOX360 AKU!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so faham2 jelah why updates will be less frequent than before.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next post will have a lot of pics,so that should make up for it.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shout out to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ISAAC JAY PANDIAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GAN JAY HAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;for temaning me buy.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till the next post then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SwblPtyIDZI/AAAAAAAAALA/t1fYCvS4nDI/s320/21112009339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace out girl scout=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-1794013908517508286?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1794013908517508286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=1794013908517508286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1794013908517508286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1794013908517508286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-131st-datang-lagi-budak-ni.html' title='Chapter the 131st: Datang Lagi Budak Ni...'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SwblP5h6-VI/AAAAAAAAALI/mLYV7QjM2Hk/s72-c/21112009341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4216134768037696961</id><published>2009-11-12T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T04:54:55.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 130th: Juliet Loves The Beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Juliet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; loves the beat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the Lust it commands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grab a dagger and weep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;at the blood on your hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romeo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mediastar.de/uploads/RTEmagicC_20060707144201-xbox360.jpg.jpg" /&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 need one of these so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well incase you didn't know,my 6 year old ps2 died a few weeks back.After much begging and pleading and saving and not-spending in general,I should be getting that beautiful machine in the picture above sometime soon.Hopefully by this weekend.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well honestly,thats all that I wanted to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out girl scout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-4216134768037696961?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4216134768037696961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4216134768037696961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4216134768037696961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4216134768037696961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-130th-juliet-loves-beat.html' title='Chapter the 130th: Juliet Loves The Beat'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-32708310913707926</id><published>2009-11-12T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T03:49:02.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 129th: Spit Me A Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just realised that my blog has lost a follower.Am I doing something wrong?=/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey internet people.Haven't updated in awhile.In a crappy mood lately,for reasons that I shall not reveal here.(no,I'm not pregnant.Nor am I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having a period.But I AM really into vinegar flavoured chips lately,so thats something to think about.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class had a class party in my place,as I mentioned in one of my previous posts.(shout out to Ammar Arief bin Abdul Kareem for the xbox360),As a resu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lt of that oh so fantastical gathering of people,I'm left with too many leftovers in the form of potato chips,a.k.a the sinfully delightful way to get fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those chips are bastards.Can't stop eating them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know,I really wished my blog had a theme song.Not just some random song I put on the music player which I'm sure most of you mute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;,but something that gives a touch of flair or personality to my little blog.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes,I really consider vlogging,but thats a pain,as I don't have a proper camera.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note,I was happily going through my daily routine of watching por-I mean youtube when I suddenly came across this niffy little image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Svvzx6PrZ0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/8QaENIPhe0Y/s320/imgad.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403180216735196994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what the fuck??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What the shit-hole has humanity come to?Jeez...I guess this is one of those games in which even if you win,you still feel like a complete loser.&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;till next time tho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace Out Girl Scout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-32708310913707926?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/32708310913707926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=32708310913707926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/32708310913707926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/32708310913707926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/11/chapter-129th-spit-me-reason.html' title='Chapter the 129th: Spit Me A Reason'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Svvzx6PrZ0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/8QaENIPhe0Y/s72-c/imgad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-6124277748530767394</id><published>2009-11-06T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T02:54:50.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 128th: The Brother And The Reason</title><content type='html'>When I first masuk SMK Seafield,aku panic gila,sebab takde kawan dalam kelas aku.Then came along this indian dude who sat next to me during orientation.He commented on my drawing,and we have been best friends since then. Inseparable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SvRvzmuhNmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c36nxb3D44E/s320/20072009003.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401064785483740770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inilah Isaac Jay Pandian.Suka pergi mamak,Order Milo/Neslo ngan Roti Canai.Also likes ayam goreng from Paandi.Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SvRwleEW-PI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wbASjuRkvPM/s1600-h/06102009247.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SvRwleEW-PI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wbASjuRkvPM/s1600-h/06102009247.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SvRwleEW-PI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wbASjuRkvPM/s320/06102009247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401065642152884466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inilah Isaac Jay Pandian.Waktu tution pon suka amik gambar.He loves Kadazan people,as is obvious in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SvRvzczD8AI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C9DocJqcs-w/s320/23072009010.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401064782818439170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Isaac Jay Pandian.He can sense a camera pointed at him a mile and 3/4 away.Tapi tak sampai 2 miles.2 miles dia punya reception tak clear sikit.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SvRwkk2gsJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4zGNih-IbQ0/s320/07092009129.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401065626793980050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Isaac Jay Pandian.Serious when he doesn't need to be.He also loves monkeys,as is obvious in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SvRv0mZnkRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/IXFjlybKM2g/s320/07092009131.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401064802575946002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Isaac Jay Pandian.He paid RM1.80 for that mask.Guess whose RM1.80 that was.haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SvRv0Qg1Y2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ADbyUHoK0u8/s320/12102009254.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401064796700631906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Isaac Jay Pandian.For the first time he is wearing clothes with matching colours.He loves that green t-shirt of his.He wore it when he got baptised.Coincidentally it has a monkey on it.heh.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SvRwk7nUj9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/NDFZqHhcMBs/s320/06112009274.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401065632904286162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Is Isaac Jay Pandian.As Of 7/11/2009,he is 16 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SvRvzAVpOsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3XNVVMbfGeI/s320/24092009226.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401064775178861250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Isaac Jay Pandian.A friend and a brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Isaac Jay Pandian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday bro.Aku lupa beli hadiah.haha&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-6124277748530767394?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6124277748530767394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SvRvzmuhNmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c36nxb3D44E/s72-c/20072009003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-6980940969204900619</id><published>2009-11-02T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:21:29.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 127th: It's Alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright internet people.Today I've got an old but none the less hilarious picture to share with the lot of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Su6uPn_PYCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mx7CoN2kpt0/s320/Megan+Fox+and+the+Kid+with+the+Flower+-+Megan+Fox+rejects+kid.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399444586719305762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look at the look on that poor boy's face as Megan Fox is seemingly rejecting the yellow rose he is handing her.The sad child.He ain't gonna have no social gathering in his pants tonight.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well,Kodak actually offered MONEY to the person who manages to put a name to sad flower boy here.Well,he is an eleven year old who really likes celebrities and acting.Or something like that.As for his name?I forgot.I think its George something.Has to be a George.Every creeper stalker has a George somewhere in their name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well,Megan Fox has apologised to this kid.She claims that this was one of those coincidental pictures,taken at the right place,at the right time.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well,another short update.Regular long updates will be back after exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out girl scout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-6980940969204900619?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6980940969204900619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=6980940969204900619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4702111500404968843</id><published>2009-10-31T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T01:45:43.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 126th: A View From Across The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Monday,I'm a free man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just sayin.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been doing alot of things to relieve my examination stress.For one,I've been trying to write a song.Well,I've mentioned this ALOT,but it's really kind of a big deal for me,as I've never actually written a song with CHORDS before.So when it's complete,its going to be one of my personal accomplishments.I haven't given it a title yet,but I'm pretty sure It's not gonna be something cheesy.I'll try to stray from that path.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I've been doing is text messaging friends.Which I've been doing more frequently than normal.So,a shout out to Kai Lun,Isaac,Johanna,and Liesl,for keeping me company.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Ps2 broke down,days before my class is having a class party at mah crib.I'm wondering if my place is BIG enough to hold 47 people in.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks big on the outside,but the inside is another matter.haha.&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&gt;Oh yeah,in case you guys tak tau how my house looks like.(alamak,dah!stalker gonna come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah.one picture.=B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Su6o7iC3LeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qhizv7QR0SU/s320/02112009273.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399438743968361954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(note the thunderclouds on the top left of the pic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nah.now quit bothering me by asking me mana rumah aku.chiao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out girl scout&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/7579726372298894178-4702111500404968843?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/Su6o7iC3LeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qhizv7QR0SU/s72-c/02112009273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-3679721010507644357</id><published>2009-10-29T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:04:18.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 125th: Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tak paham math.Taking a short break.hahhaha.I actually nak tukar lagu blog je,but felt guilty tukar lagu blog tapi tak update.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Better get to studying math now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to thesong.it got stuck in my head while doing chem 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that was annoying.haha&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/7579726372298894178-3679721010507644357?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3679721010507644357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=3679721010507644357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3679721010507644357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3679721010507644357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-125th-math.html' title='Chapter the 125th: Math'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-8357912320445135119</id><published>2009-10-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:34:41.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 124th: Right Now</title><content type='html'>Is it possible for me to hate my dad anymore than I do now?Probably.But right now is most probably one of the top 3's.I preferred when he was in Bangi,and out of my life.When he's home all he does is remind me how useless I am anyway.Meh,he seems to have a screwed up sense of being a father.He thinks that by calling me a piece of shit,shouting at me and threatening the life out of me that it would motivate me to prove him wrong.Well,it works..but does that still make the method right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why should I listen to HIS point of view,when the only thing he sees is himself?so full of it.He has his head shoved up his own ass....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now I'm hating myself because I just spent 5 minutes writing about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-8357912320445135119?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-244931121883973216</id><published>2009-10-17T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:03:19.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 123rd: It's All About The Smiley,Miley</title><content type='html'>I was at Subang Parade just now,buying some strings from Yamaha coz the strings on my acoustic went harakiri on me.Bought some very decent ones,and I thought, "Hey,I haven't bought a new album in awhile.May as well drop by Rock Corner and check out some albums."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went I went there,I was quite disappointed because I was all gung-ho to buy a new album but then NONE caught my eye.I dunno,I should have bought Paramore's latest album I guess,being big fans of them and all.Summore my gf lead singer of that band.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dunno why,takde mood nak buy Paramore.If only they carried All Time Low.I would buy that in a heartbeat.Should have bought Cobra Starship's album as well.Not their new "Hot Mess" album.Their first one."When the city sleeps,We rule the streets."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I preferred their older works compared to their more recent ones.Their new ones are like,too night club-ish.Their older ones are more "Wth,lets bend all the typical stereotypes for music and just throw one song into the audience and lets see what they think of it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which shows the genius that is Gabe Saporta,Ryland,Vicky-T,and those other people.Sorry dude or dudes,I don't remember your names.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,while I was at Rock Corner,there WERE two albums that caught my eye.Miley Cyrus's new album and Demi Lovato's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WTF??"the readers go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok,ok.Before you guys press that big 'X' button at the top right corner of the screen,let me tell you the reason why.Or better yet,let me &lt;i&gt;show&lt;/i&gt; you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4c/The_Time_of_Our_Lives_Miley_Cyrus_UK.jpg/200px-The_Time_of_Our_Lives_Miley_Cyrus_UK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the Special Edition Cover of her new album,'The Time Of Our Lives'.Alright,tell me.Does she look like Miley?Lain gila kan?This album cover is only available in Malaysia,Europe,Australia,Brazil.Aww...she remembers us.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rest of the world gets this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/b6/Miley_Cyrus_-_Time_of_Our_Lives.jpg/200px-Miley_Cyrus_-_Time_of_Our_Lives.jpg" alt="The right profile of a long-haired brunette teenager holding a green and white colored, electric guitar with her face tilting up. She is wearing a gray tee-shirt and blue zebra-patterned pants. Beneath her are letter stating in cursive &amp;quot;Miley Cyrus&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;The Time of Our Lives.&amp;quot; The background is purple and has cursive writing on it." /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it reminds me of her "the climb" music vid.heh.baju sama.I wonder why we are special?=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/03/Demi_lovato_here_we_go_again_cover.jpg/200px-Demi_lovato_here_we_go_again_cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now,I always thought that Demi was hot,And the pic above kinda proves it.That's the cover for her new album.haha.Never really liked her &lt;i&gt;performing &lt;/i&gt;though...but she takes pretty pictures.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But only the pictures where she is not grinning like she just spotted the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On another note,I think I'm catching a fever.Seriously,its like,freakin hot in my house yet I'm wearing a blanket.This is not good.Someone help?=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh great,it started to rain.Now I'm gonna be freezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out girl scout&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-244931121883973216?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/244931121883973216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=244931121883973216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/244931121883973216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/244931121883973216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-123rd-its-all-about-smileymiley.html' title='Chapter the 123rd: It&apos;s All About The Smiley,Miley'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-5670339676646246568</id><published>2009-10-16T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:52:30.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 122nd: Nacho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn I want nachos.Specifically the nachos you get at Chilli's.iQan can hook me up?=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rindu doh.It's like,at the start of the year my family has all these birthday lunches/dinners.We usually go to Chilli's coz the food there is like a slice of heaven dripping with cheese.Now that all the bdays are over,no celebrating,so no Chilli's.No Chilli's= No Nachos and Beef Quesadillas.I'm hungry.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back,internet people.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/StjDH5hihVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bxIgLVqpE4s/s320/09102009251.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393275094244164946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reason why picture its so blurry?It's because I took it while I was walking and it was raining really heavily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took it on the way to summit.I got bored at home,so decided to go for a walk.Met iQan,Zarif,and the rest of The Temp. there.They were jamming for their Mpt5 gig.Haha.Band aku tak lepas.=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O yeah,Johanna also got through the auditions.Good luck to you guys.Semoga you guys rock the stage.Zarif is gonna try to smuggle me in when they are performing,so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;if it jadi I guess I'll see you guys there.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so freaking bored.Exams are a bitch + 3.That makes 4 bitches,which is 4 bitches too many in my opinion.What am I saying?I dunno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I never seem to have a point everytime I blog.I should seriously fill my p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;osts with something enlightening and thought-provoking.Then again,it could be worse.It could be like those blogs that go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Today I woke up at 7 a.m and had an omelette for breakfast.At 9 I was watching some tv.I was flipping between channels 551 and 615.At 10.00 I went out to Sunway to catch a movie with friend A and friend B.We watched...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ridiculous isn't it?!I mean,waking up at 7 am when you don't even need to go to school.Utterly ridiculous.I bet the British people do that,coz they're rockin that way.British people make THE most BORING cooking show hosts EVER.The only British cooking show host that I can watch without feeling like I'm gonna fall asleep while chopping my Spring Onions is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Jamie Oliver.I guess that's why he's the highest paid tv cooking show host.Not because he's the best,but because HE'S the only one people can STAND.Not to insult him or anything.Love that guy to bits,in a strictly heterosexual way.I own around 3 of his major cookbooks.Those thick ones.Yeah,I own them.They are like my guiding light in the kitchen.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My hair is geting long.I should really cut it.But Zarif would kill me,coz I promised I would teman him do re-bonding at the end of the year.I'm not even sure wether I want to.I mean,Can you imagine me with straight hair?kinda hard right?Maybe I'll finally look like my Youtube idol Shane Dawson if I straighten my hair.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/iSA24qORiUA/hqdefault.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A guy can dream,Can't he?=D&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs49/f/2009/204/7/7/Shane_Dawson_by_AnimeAmy16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=P&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7579726372298894178-5670339676646246568?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5670339676646246568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=5670339676646246568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5670339676646246568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5670339676646246568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-122nd-nacho.html' title='Chapter the 122nd: Nacho'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/StjDH5hihVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bxIgLVqpE4s/s72-c/09102009251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-474723043051412709</id><published>2009-10-08T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T04:39:07.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 121st: Straight To The Point</title><content type='html'>I like people who are so kind as to state the obvious just in case you didn't get their point.Like the manager of a bar in Nigeria.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://208.106.250.72/_media/imgs/articles/a103_a11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Genius.You won't find people asking him why his bar is not open.Haha.short post,just saw the pic and thought it was funny so I decided to show post it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah,and I watched "I Love Beth Cooper" last night.Love these type of movies.I'm a sap.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haven't watched a movie like this in ages.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I can say is;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/09/audrina-patridge-sorority-row-opens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;move over Audrina Patridge.Current obsession is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.topnews.in/files/Hayden_Panettiere.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hellooo Hayden Panettiere .=D (ambik kau.spelled her name correctly without using referance.haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pdz1UBXpP3s/Sb1r_PVaz3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/R14W8GgQyzE/s400/Olivia+Wilde+crochet+dress+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tapi Olivia Wilde is still at the top of my list of hot actresses.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Megan Fox?Who's that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-474723043051412709?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/474723043051412709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=474723043051412709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/474723043051412709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/474723043051412709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-121st-straight-to-point.html' title='Chapter the 121st: Straight To The Point'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pdz1UBXpP3s/Sb1r_PVaz3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/R14W8GgQyzE/s72-c/Olivia+Wilde+crochet+dress+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-6012504347910164166</id><published>2009-09-30T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:54:11.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 120th: A Winter Thats Too Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Random title again.I'm filled with them.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not gonna be updating bout Vietnam yet,even though I already did my oral.Kinda lazy.Very lazy.Damn I'm lazy.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam is coming up.(duh) as if you all didn't already know.This means people won't update their blog as often as they usually do.This also means that fewer people will be commenting on my cbox.Case and point,my last post only had one commenter.Thanks iQan,for standing by the side of my blog.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,Paramore's new album came out yesterday.(29th Sept).Was thinking of buying it,but it only has 12 songs.(actually its 11 songs plus Decode.You know,that Twilight son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g?) and it cost Rm40.90.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai Lun downloaded the whole Brand New Eye's album (that's what Paramore's new album is called,btw) a week before its scheduled release,the bastard!=O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about the quality of ths album.I think its more edgier and hardcore compared to their previous works.I've heard 3 songs off their latest album so far,which are Ignorance,Playing God,and Looking Up.Ignorance is genius and amazing when its played acoustically.Playing god has really emotionally angry lyrics,while there is nothing that special about Lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oking Up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should buy an All American Rejects album.I mean,you get a free ticket to their performance on the 10th of Octobe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;r if you buy their album,so why not?=B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I end this post with a little picture I found in my hard drive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x225/Shainex3/HALEYandJOSHOMGG.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 401px; height: 316px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!sapa takde kerja amik gambar aku tgh bermesra ngan gf aku Hayley willams yang teramat cute itu???&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;meh.its actually her and josh farro,her ex bf/current lead guitarist.&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/7579726372298894178-6012504347910164166?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6012504347910164166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=6012504347910164166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6012504347910164166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6012504347910164166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-120th-winter-thats-too-cold.html' title='Chapter the 120th: A Winter Thats Too Cold'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-2907568204319523104</id><published>2009-09-25T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:41:16.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 119th: Falling In Love Is Hard On The Knees</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Vietnam today.I guess i'll update about it some other day.quite tired now.I know how I promise to update bout something but I never do.haha!Like my U.K trip at the beginning of the year,but THIS time,I have a perfectly good reason to delay the post.&lt;div&gt;It's because I have an oral thingy coming up so I thought I would talk about Vietnam,and I don't want to write anything down here as there is a chance Pn.Sharizad might find this blog and read it before I present it to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll never know.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the Farhan has fallen for someone again.Yeap.Again.It seems like I can't live my days without fawning over someone.But what is this thats holding me back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might be fear,as I don't think I have the balls to make a move.You see,I have a history of unrequited love.Come to think of it,this whole blog started off with a relationship problem.Well,can't exactly call it a relationship since it was one sided,but you guys get my drift.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess there's just nothing that charming about me.But harbouring feelings for someone feels...good.Its nice to have something to hold onto,that reason to go to school,that one thing you can look forward to to put a smile on your face.But as the feeling lifts you high,rejection can send you tumbling down really hard.Falling in love is freakin' hard on the knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I go for it?I'm not sure.I barely know anything bout her.Not even her birthday,her email,her phone number,or any other means of contact.(I do know her address though,haha.But sending letters is sooo 1970's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a chance.I would be setting myself up to fall down flat on my face,but at the rate I'm going I'm pretty sure that eventhough my face is buried in the dirt I would still be kissing the ground she walks on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too tired to think now.haha.So,I'm off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out girl scout.&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/7579726372298894178-2907568204319523104?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2907568204319523104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=2907568204319523104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2907568204319523104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2907568204319523104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-119th-falling-in-love-is-hard.html' title='Chapter the 119th: Falling In Love Is Hard On The Knees'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4739844089409427270</id><published>2009-09-25T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:29:01.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 118th: When Your Heart Stops Beating</title><content type='html'>Had to change my blog song .The previous one started off so loud and sudden that my heart jumped out of my throat in shock everytime I open my blog.I'm quite satisfied with my current playlist.=D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've not been doing anything at home besides youtube-ing,and trust me,eventhough I love youtube,it has its limits.After awhile I got sick of people making fun of Miley Cyrus,coz that seems to be the place almost every Miley hater goes to.Its like,if you're not uploading Hannah Montana tribute videos,you are making videos about how much you freaking hate her guts.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people often leave really confusing comments on her vids,like "She's such a dumb slut I wanna shove my dick in her face and make her shout out the chorus to 'the climb'.stupid girl can die."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is really confusing,coz why would you even bother to shove your little buddy in a place that you hate?Do you like or hate her?Honestly,I don't hate her.In fact,I can't seem to find anything wrong with the girl,let alone anything substantial enough to make me hate her.People who waste their time saying that she should die should really re-evaluate their goals in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise that I have trouble writing a simple essay without being obscene.Be it the use of an obscene word or the mention of an obscene body part.I should be worried.English exam coming up.Would hate to disappoint Pn.Sharizad by using a curse word in my section C.The woman's heart might not be able to stand the shock.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah,I'm not going to school on Monday,and possibly Tuesday coz I'll be going to Vietnam.Mom suddenly felt like going,and before I could tell her "NO!I wanna study!" she already bought the tickets.Meh,I suppose a holiday would do my family good,since they seem to all be stressed up lately.I on the other hand,have not found a reason to be excited about the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully when I'll start to think differently when I'm there.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out girl scout.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-4739844089409427270?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4739844089409427270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4739844089409427270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4739844089409427270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4739844089409427270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-118th-when-your-heart-stops.html' title='Chapter the 118th: When Your Heart Stops Beating'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7546807599536186638</id><published>2009-09-18T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:35:05.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 117th: Little Red Riding Hood Shot The Big Bad Wolf</title><content type='html'>Hae any of you ever felt like doing an extreme sport?Like sky diving or something like that.For me,I always thought that Bungy jumping would be awesome.The adrenaline rush.=D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To quote Kenny Sia,"its like committing suicide wihout dying."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be awesome to pay 200+ bucks to jump off a building.Of course,it would be awesome to have 200 bucks to fling around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good god I need to be more imaginative in my blog posts.=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to come up with a good topic,and I think my blog needs more pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaah...im out of ideas.Updating for updates sake.maybe on Tuesday I'll put up a nice post bout my kampung,since I'm going back on Sunday,balik Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,its only a one night trip to Parit Botak,Johor.And I'm tired of people going,"The drains there all bald ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been asked that lame attept at a joke since I was in second grade,when kids just found out how to make jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh,don't misunderstand me.Kids knew how to laugh before we knew how to make jokes,but it was mostly at our own stupidity and the occasional "knock,knock" joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They used to be the "in" thing last time,just like yo-yos and Tie-Dye T-shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even teachers got in on it.I remember walking into the teacher's lounge in my second year and heard one teacher say to another:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Teacher A&lt;/span&gt;: Knock,Knock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Teacher B&lt;/span&gt;:Who's there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Teacher A&lt;/span&gt;:Who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Teacher B&lt;/span&gt;:Who who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Teacher A&lt;/span&gt;:Why are you imitating an owl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha!That deserves a three thumbs up from me.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask me where my third thumb is.&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/7579726372298894178-7546807599536186638?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7546807599536186638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7546807599536186638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7546807599536186638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7546807599536186638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-117th-little-red-riding-hood.html' title='Chapter the 117th: Little Red Riding Hood Shot The Big Bad Wolf'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4485082675181163634</id><published>2009-09-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:37:00.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 116th: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been bloghopping and I realise people barely update their blogs anymore.Because of Finals ke?Everybody is so rajin.Maybe I should be rajin also..Should go study now=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOKING oni lah people!!its okay,the world belum terbalik.I'm still as lazy as ever.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(wondering if thats a good thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Now wondering if I have used this post title before)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Now hungry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure a lot of you guys play guitar right?Well,if you play guitar a lot the fingers on your hand will start to get a bit keras and that makes typing feel really awkward.I type with only two fngers,so its really awkward for me.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does playing piano make the skin on your fingers hard?Maybe it does,I don't know.Can't imagine myself playing it.Shin Yiing bila ada masa ajar boleh?=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raya is coming,that means bulan puasa is finishing.Kind of sad,but happy at the same time.I want to go to Yuva's open house,but I can't,coz aku kena balik &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kampung.Instead of getting free mamak food I have to spend a day visiting an old uncle of mine whom I don't know the name but he thinks that I'm old enough to have children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I met him last year he was like,"Ini anak dah berapa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY??!!Do I LOOK like i'm old enough to have children?I know I look old enough to buy 18sx tickets at GSC but thats about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But GSC people are idiots.TGV people are waaay smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;er.No offence to all you GSC workers/supporters out there.In fact,I LOVE GSC.The popcorn is better then TGV.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stupidity and blindness must come with the uniform,as I'm pretty sure most of the people there are Mat Rempits and they have perfect 20/20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; vision when they are not in uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone knows Mat Rempits are good drivers.They barely get into accidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You seldom hear news of bike accidents.The vehicles that are usually involved in accidents are usually busses and Myvi's.Not to say that the Myvi is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bad car.I own a Myvi.Excellent car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect for drifting,ordering McDonalds Drive-Thru and running over the not so friendly neighbourhood squirrels.(They're coming to get you...Be warned,product may contain nuts.)=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tee-hee.I just LOL'ed at my own joke.hahaha...product contains nuts...squirrels...CLASSIC.='D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you considered vain if you laugh at your own joke?Meh,I think it just means that you have a better sense of humour than everyone else around you.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh,the optimistic life.Keeps people smiling.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah,before I go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.slipperybrick.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/sharkguitar.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 724px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For iQan.Stay strong bro!haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out girl scout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-4485082675181163634?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4485082675181163634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4485082675181163634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4485082675181163634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4485082675181163634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-116th-fever-you-cant-sweat-out.html' title='Chapter the 116th: A Fever You Can&apos;t Sweat Out'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-3859646908979491452</id><published>2009-09-10T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:20:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 115th: The Instrumental Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lama gila tak post gambar.haha!So,I mentioned in one of my previous posts that I actually saved up to buy a bass guitar,and I finally bought it,using my own money.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Harga dia.....tak payahlah.Lets just say its the most expensive thing I have ever bought for myself.Now I own a bass guitar,a normal electric,an acoustic,and a classical guitar.Haha.All I need is drums and I'm all set.But I don't think I want drums.=P&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&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjLNyOo40I/AAAAAAAAAIg/70fwwNhXgWE/s320/24082009099-002.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379773192575968066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;introducing my bass guitar,The Ibanez BTB Maple Sunburst with Joe Satriani strap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjU0GboxkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yP34xHhONtI/s320/24082009102.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379783746438874690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjLOS1it-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/jXuWf0-qESo/s320/24082009109.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379773201329076194" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Is my electric,A Gio Ibanez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjLO9LajNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/bPn1iC4flYc/s320/24082009115.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379773212695104722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjU0nR7G8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/t7J76d9z2hs/s320/24082009112.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379783755256503234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjM687b1bI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Go2FB4ofE24/s320/24082009116.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379775068053951922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My amps.A Fender Rumble series for the bass amp and a normal Ibanez for the electric.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now,for my beloved acoustic,that I am currently pimping up.Haha.I'm personally really proud of it,and it looks really nice in pictures.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjKk9Gu3ZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Kpqdn7dae9k/s320/10092009163.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379772491120958866" /&gt;The Yamaha F-310P Acoustic Starchild Custom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjKjz6W5lI/AAAAAAAAAII/dwOgxAvyqOY/s320/10092009160.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379772471473268306" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjKjjcCgiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CCAt0RPitVI/s320/10092009159.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379772467051135522" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjKjNnxdnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SvhYBSBsIvY/s320/10092009156.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379772461194770034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cantik tak?=D&lt;/div&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;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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjWF5mYRlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Jz4NZ4l_eP4/s320/24082009098.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379785151743542866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My room punya "jamming studio"&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-3859646908979491452?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3859646908979491452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=3859646908979491452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3859646908979491452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3859646908979491452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-115th-instrumental-family.html' title='Chapter the 115th: The Instrumental Family'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SqjLNyOo40I/AAAAAAAAAIg/70fwwNhXgWE/s72-c/24082009099-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4069431831573655178</id><published>2009-09-06T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:15:16.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 114th: A Little Night Magic</title><content type='html'>I'm curious to one thing.Well,I'm actually curious bout a lot of things,but we'll tackle this issue first shall we?I wanna know how much of you really know me.Not the really obvious things like how fat I am or how my hair looks like pubes but the rather tiny details bout me.Things that I think only a certain few people know.Let me see,I don't think I'm THAT complex.I'm quite simple really.The things going through my mind is usually;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a)food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b)boobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c)music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d)100 plus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,I think about 100 plus a lot.Especially during fasting month.Tak sabar rasa nak buka puasa with a nice cold one.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright,back to the topic a hand.Test all of you,I'm going to ask you guys a set of questions and you can try anwering them with a True,Or False.Answers are at the end of the post.Jgn cheat.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Farhan hates to talk on the phone.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Farhan made a vow to never go into the shop called GIRLS.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Farhan owns a Ps3.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Farhan would cut his hair bald if it would save Ken's life.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Farhan once owned a cat called Button.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)Farhan hates Marvel comics.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)When Farhan goes to a Mamak Stall,he always orders a Roti Telur and a Milo Ais.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)Farhan's favourite Vegetable is onion.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9)Farhan types on the keyboard using only two fingers.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)The name of the girl Farhan has a "thing" for starts with the letter "C"(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11)Farhan is alergic to cashew nuts.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12)When Farhan goes to a Mamak Stall,he always orders Maggi Gorneg and a Teh O Ais Limau.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13)Farhan and Kai Lun once wrote a song about Emily Chan.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14)When Farhan goes to KFC he orders a Hot and Spicy Dinner Plate.(True/False)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15)Farhan is actually The Starchild.*AGASP*(True/False)&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;Tally up ur score and post it on the cbox.I wanna know.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-5:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its okay.These are somewhat hard questions if you don't really hang out with me much.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for trying though.Try to get to know me bette.I'm honestly A nice guy.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-10:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad,not bad.Quite an accomplishment actually,I'm actually quite honoured,unless of course you main hentam.Then I'm just happy you took the time to do this quiz thing.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10-15:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah.I'm impressed.Either you cheated,which is fine,or you really know me,which makes me really happy.xDThanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Isaac,I expect you to be in this category.Don't let me down.haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;1.True,2.True,3.False,4.False,5.True,6.False,7.False,8.True,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;9.True,10.False,11.False,12.True,13.True,14.False,15.True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/7579726372298894178-4069431831573655178?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4069431831573655178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4069431831573655178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4069431831573655178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4069431831573655178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-114th-little-night-magic.html' title='Chapter the 114th: A Little Night Magic'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-446911072397047122</id><published>2009-09-06T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:17:56.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 113th: A Rather Pointless Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smart people annoy me.Yes they do.Straight up,I can say that.I don't mind the nice smart people,the ones that don't rub it in your face.I hate those people who gloat and boast and try to knock you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,actually,its not that hard to find someone smarter than me.Heh.go turn the corner,its the house on the right with the fancy garden lamps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm saying is,have you ever had a moment when you misspronounce or misspell something (like how I think I just did with the word misspell) and then someone immediately jumps down your throat correcting you?Yeah,its nice of them to try and help,but sometimes they overdo it.Like there is this one person,i'm not pointing fingers but when I mispronounced something,he slapped his forhead in an exasperatted way and began making a scene bout how I mispronounced a word.Kinda ticked me off.Threw an english textbook in his face,I kid you not.Felt good.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people can't help but be a little anal bout English,their beloved language.Kinda pathetic.They hold English so close to their hearts because they can't speak any other language,which is fine.No offence to all you people who can only speak one language.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats why sometimes when some people come up to my face and go all English Chain Gang on me I utter out a string of Malay words to shut them up.Sometimes you feel like raping the English outta their asses so hard they squeek out an apology in Tamil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda like imperfect English.Granted,I can't exactly communicate with people who campur English and Chinese,but I can't speak Chinese.English and Malay is fine,coz I can speak both languages.Somehow,I can kinda understand when people mix Tamil and English.You can kinda get the gist of what someome is saying in Tamil by the way they geleng their kepala.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imperfect English is nice,like the way the African-American people "artistically" butchered it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this rant is about people who are very anal about English.So it really isn't that pointless at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine.I guess it IS rather pointless.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s,I think I butchered up the beautiful english language with my horrible spelling in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-446911072397047122?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/446911072397047122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=446911072397047122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/446911072397047122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/446911072397047122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-113th-rather-pointless-rant.html' title='Chapter the 113th: A Rather Pointless Rant'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-3786061853624318100</id><published>2009-09-03T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:31:39.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 112th: First</title><content type='html'>Take a deep breath,look at the bigger picture,and decide.Dreams,or Reality?What if the reality that you have is every bit as good,if not better,than the dream that you desire?But the dream still haunts you when you sleep,tempting you,making you give in.The dream plays an awful,merciless game.A game you know you can't win.So,you are forced to choose reality.But is that really the right thng to do?Who the fuck do you think your kidding?Who are you trying to fool?In the end,reality is going to leave you in the dust,because you can't let go of your dreams,which doesn't give a fuck about you anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll be left with nothing.You'll be a shell of a man.You'll be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God forbid that I be alone.&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/7579726372298894178-3786061853624318100?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3786061853624318100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=3786061853624318100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3786061853624318100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3786061853624318100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-112th-first.html' title='Chapter the 112th: First'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7471158361385722722</id><published>2009-08-30T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:42:46.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 111th: "Check Out The Ass On That....Man??!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As I mentioned in my last post,I went on and managed to compile a few pickup lines,ranging from the good,the lame,the cheesy,the What The Fuck??!! and the romantic.Okay I was kidding bout that last one.Some of them I even made myself.I'll leave it to you to figure out which one.=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So,here we go.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Want to come see my hard drive? Its got a lot of RAM and it ain't floppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*You know how they say skin is the largest organ? Not in my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Hi, my name is "Milk." I'll do your body good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Miss, If you've lost your virginity, can I have the box it came in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Is your last name Gillette? Because you are the best a man can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*So, are you going to give me your phone number, or am I going to have to stalk you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*If I were the king, and you were the queen, in the cosmic game of chess, would you mate with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*You're on my list of things to do tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I'm invisible. (Really?) Can you see me? (Yes) How about tomorrow night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Are you a god? (Um, no.) You're not? Then why do I want to kneel before you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*How bout you come sit on my lap and we'll just talk about the first thing that pops up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Do you work in UPS?Coz I coulda sworn I just saw you checking out my package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Can I borrow a quarter? ["What for?"] I want to call your mother and thank her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Your legs must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*[Look at her shirt label.] When they say, "What are you doing?" You respond: "Yep! Made in heaven!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*You're like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*I hope you know CPR, cuz you take my breath away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Hey baby, you must be a light switch, cuz every time I see you, you turn me on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*If you were a laser, you'd be set on "stunning"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Gee, that's a nice set of legs, what time do they open?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*You must be Windows 93,coz you got me sooo unstable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;  font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;Screw me if I am wrong, but haven't we met before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;font-size:13px;"&gt;And here's one from Shane Dawson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;font-size:13px;"&gt;"You make me wanna put Peanut butter on my sausage,stuff yo ass full of jelly,and make a Fuck sandwich."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;font-size:13px;"&gt;he has a way with words.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;d thats about all I have the time/patience for.Its 4.35 am now.Should go catch some Z's.I know some of them up there aint that funny.but humour me.=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;font-size:13px;"&gt;there were some pretty slutty ones,but me dun wanna use slutty pickup lines.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;font-size:13px;"&gt;So long!Love,Peace,And Chicken Grease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-7471158361385722722?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7471158361385722722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7471158361385722722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7471158361385722722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7471158361385722722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-111th-check-ass-on-thatman.html' title='Chapter the 111th: &quot;Check Out The Ass On That....Man??!!&quot;'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-5090361391613896184</id><published>2009-08-27T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:28:50.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 110th: Maxis Broadband Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh,Hi.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planned to update a little bit more frequent,but Maxis Broadband is being such a dumb buttfuck that I can't go online for two minutes without getting disconnected.So,I just went up and switched to using Celcom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The adverts are true,it IS Malaysia's leading broadband.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It dwlds youtube videos freaking fast (Yep,I spelled download as dwld.English rebel much!=D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and me being a youtube junkie is getting my kicks out of it.ONLY downside is that it makes porn lag.HAHA.kidding.It has another downside which is the modem thingy which comes with a cover to cover the usb whatnot.I keep losing it.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you guys ever heard of this youtuber called Shane Dawson?Well he kinda does this vlog thingy on youtube which is really entertaining.He's like,the #5 most subscribed?Yeah.The fifth most subscribed.Anyway,I usually get my inspiration to blog from watching his videos.I'm to lazy to post a link and its too late in the night so go youtube him or something.He's a genius.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not really looking forward to going back to school.Maybe I am.I dunno.Hopefully Zen Zuan doesnt act like an ass again and suplex me while I'm fasting,coz that might piss me off.In fact,my mood might be a bit short tempered.not sure.just putting that out there.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...I realise that all my posts lately have no meaning or reason whatsoever behind them.Do people still enjoy reading reading it?I mean,bleep out all the cuss words and all you'll get is...nothing much really.Guess this is me.Pointless and completely random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of random,I saw Diane yesterday in Taipan.haha!She was with her mom!=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking past the soya bean dude!Oooh,scandalous....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats so scandalous bout Diane walking past the soya bean dude?I don't know.I'm high here.Humour me.I think my crazy psychotic(sp?) aunt stuffed my air conditioning with crack and weed.I wake up completely dizzy and with a naked moose beside me.Only when I put on my glasses,I find that I was just imagining it.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which doesn't exactly make it any better,coz I'm still imagining a naked moose.I think its a sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll make my next post about pickup lines!yeah,pickup lines.Maybe I should go and gather up some pickup lines for my next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then.,Peace out girl scout.=D&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/7579726372298894178-5090361391613896184?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/5090361391613896184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=5090361391613896184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5090361391613896184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/5090361391613896184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-110th-maxis-broadband-sucks.html' title='Chapter the 110th: Maxis Broadband Sucks'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-1867167004600634626</id><published>2009-08-26T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:34:42.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 109th:Through The Fire And The Flames We Carry On~~~</title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll,sorry for being offline for a month.There was exams,and my laptop broke down,then there was writers block,and well,you guys get my drift.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,Feels kinda good to be blogging after a long while.wanted to post up pictures of my new bass and guitar but the computer is still being a bitch.Would honestly consider deleting some stuff on it but I'm not sure which things are mine and which is my sister's.If I were to accidentally delete some of my sisters stuff I'll most probably get my ass handed to me on a not-so-silver platter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a haircut.not sure wether I want to.I kinda like my mini-fro.makes me feel all rocker-ish.But everytime Callie or Yuan Ping see me in school they holler "Farhan!!Go get a haircut!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is actually reason in itself to keep the hairdo,coz it makes hot girls holler at me.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay,maybe not Callie.Just Yuan Ping.But sometimes I'm not sure coz when Yuan Ping hollers her voice is so loud that I sometimes mistaken it for two people shouting at the same time.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kidding.Of course I am.I'm funny that way.Funny is my middle name.Well actually its Abdullah,which coincidentally is on the list of "Top 5 terrorist names."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw that in Jimmy Kimmel.Or is it Jimmie?Hardly matters.dumb name anyway.I would never name my child Jimmy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or Frankie.Which is also the name of the youngest Jonas in the infamous Jonas family.I think he's the youngest.Well anyway,the poor boy got the short straw when they were giving out the names.I mean,theres Kevin,which is an okay name.Kinda manly and macho.Then there is Joe,which is a common name.parents most probably got it off a cereal box.Then there is Nick,who I kinda like in the I'm-not-gay way.And lastly,we get Frankie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Franky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fran-Fran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just makes you want to put your hand on his shoulder and go "there,there..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't get me wrong.I'm not dissing the JoBro's.As a matter of fact,I kinda like them.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,I'll end this post now with a smiley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D&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/7579726372298894178-1867167004600634626?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1867167004600634626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=1867167004600634626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1867167004600634626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1867167004600634626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-109ththrough-fire-and-flames-we.html' title='Chapter the 109th:Through The Fire And The Flames We Carry On~~~'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-6814534208011933530</id><published>2009-07-28T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:21:37.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 108th: A Paranoid Android</title><content type='html'>Last time I used to be into a lot of stuff.Stuff that come and go as the fad pasts.Thinking back on it I wonder if I really WAS that into these things....I remember it was fun,and I got pretty good at some of the stuff,entering competitions and what not.But after awhile,it all just died out y'know?When I was into them I was like "Wow!I'm gonna do this for a living!"stuff like that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.the-house.com/ele-frontline-quadrant-07-prod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Skateboarding.I remember watching Bam Margera do a killer Stalefish off a 30ft vert ramp on t.v.After that i begged my mom to get me one.Fad lasted like,a good 6 months.Not bad,considering I was like,in 3rd grade.Dunno where my board is now.Hopefully its in a happier place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.swapitshop.com/images/user_images/2584853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pokemon cards.I actually still enjoy playing with them,so I guess it didn't really die out.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still have my collection under my bookcase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yoyoexpert.com/product/yoyofactory/fast201/yo-yo-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yoyo.I actually own the yoyo in the picture above.I won it in a competition.Yes,that was how fanatic I was.Dunno where it is now though.I'm sure i can find it somewhere if I look hard enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/5pM1Z5tqTn9n6kz9vVYhkGnUo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Beyblades.Was not that big of  a fanatic about it,but hey,I had a lot of fun with it.it deserves a spot on the list.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tamiya.com/english/products/list/32fullcouled_m4_img/19429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tamiya cars.Most probably the only fad in this whole list I sucked at.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was seriously crazy over this.I remmebred dragging my dad to Petaling Street to the Tamiya HQ to buy a few rare ones.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And thats all I can rememeber.I'll update this list if I remmebr any more.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How bout you guys?got any fads you were really hooked onto as a kid?Leave a comment bout it.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now,I'm really into music.Hope it will last.XD&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/7579726372298894178-6814534208011933530?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6814534208011933530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=6814534208011933530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6814534208011933530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6814534208011933530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-108th-paranoid-android.html' title='Chapter the 108th: A Paranoid Android'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-2190329798228911698</id><published>2009-07-22T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T05:11:28.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter The 107th: All That Remains</title><content type='html'>I seem to have this problem when I'm cooking:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always seem to be able to make whatever I'm cooking go "pop".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y'know,when you heat oil while the wok is wet?that kinda pop.Just now I was cooking potatoes.It was popping so horribly I had to cook with an umbrella due to the amount of oil flying around.It looked absolutely ridiculous,but I managed to make a nice potato dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has any of you ever done anything ridiculous while you were cooking?Leave a comment on the side.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was in the car with my uncle just now on the way to Subang Parade.My uncle,whom I call Cik Man,is a heavy smoker.My other relatives call him a "serombong kapal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://img3.photographersdirect.com/img/13725/wm/pd429091.jpg" alt="Black smoke belching out of cruise ship funnel stock photo" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well in his glove compartment I found this really weird lighter thing that was attached to a box of Malboro Lights.I was curious to what the hell it was so,I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Apa ni Cik Man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cik Man: Rokok campur lighter.Jalan "Express Lane" nak mati cepat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Klau tau takpe,Cik Man.haha&lt;/span&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/7579726372298894178-2190329798228911698?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2190329798228911698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=2190329798228911698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2190329798228911698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2190329798228911698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-107th-all-that-remains.html' title='Chapter The 107th: All That Remains'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7236827385723188234</id><published>2009-07-18T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:47:22.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 106th: "Its True,I'm an Android.A Gay Android."</title><content type='html'>Hello kawan-kawan!Sudah lama aku tak update kan?haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,I've had no time to do so lately.Everytime I want to update,my sis takes the com away,so yeah.I planned to update like,3 posts this time but sis wants the com again.So I guess I'll just end this real quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a new phone!!xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);  line-height: 14px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;img onclick="self.location.href='/img352/7756/nokian73musiceditionxe3.jpg'; pageTracker._trackEvent('blue-click','full_image_click');" class="border" src="http://img352.imageshack.us/img352/7756/nokian73musiceditionxe3.jpg" alt="nokian73musiceditionxe3.jpg" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-color: initial; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; border-top-color: rgb(187, 218, 230); border-right-color: rgb(187, 218, 230); border-bottom-color: rgb(187, 218, 230); border-left-color: rgb(187, 218, 230); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); width: 388px; height: 364px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;old phone.Nokia N73 music edition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coolest-gadgets.com/wp-content/uploads/nokia-5730.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;New phone.Nokia 5730 Xpress Music.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Cantik kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Isaac got the honour of taking the first picture using this phone.haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Damn I'm bored.Maybe I'll go play chess or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;thats all you guys are gona get today.Maybe I'll update more tomorrow.Chiao!!xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-7236827385723188234?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7236827385723188234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7236827385723188234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7236827385723188234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7236827385723188234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-106th-its-trueim-androida-gay.html' title='Chapter the 106th: &quot;Its True,I&apos;m an Android.A Gay Android.&quot;'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-6115290316661480131</id><published>2009-07-08T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:49:32.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 105th: Juliet Simms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Leaning now into the breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They had breakfast together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But two eggs don't last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Like the feeling of what he needs "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remembering Sunday - All Time Low ft Juliet Simms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Have you guys heard of this song before?I'll be surprised if you have.Ken always said I had weird taste in music.But the lyrics for this song is beautiful.So is Juliet Simms voice.She only sings about 10 lines in the song but never before have I felt chills run down my spine while listening to somebody sing 10 lines.Its powerful,her voice.Unique.Go listen to it.You might just fall in love with the song.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;On another note,Songwriting is going quite smoothly.just can't find a chorus to go with the song.=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Puasa start 26 August apparently.Exam is on 3rd till 5th August.Cuti aso in August.National day aso in August.Woah.Thats a lot of highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Mom:When is your next test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Me: 3rd August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Mom: Are you ready for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Me: Buku latihan semua hilang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Mom: Bagus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Tak kisah sangatlah.I think I did okay for the mid-terms.The next test should be okay as well.Should be.Confidence is a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;its 1.50 am now.I guess i can squeeze in some Dynasty Warriors 6.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-6115290316661480131?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6115290316661480131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=6115290316661480131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6115290316661480131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6115290316661480131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-105th-juliet-simms.html' title='Chapter the 105th: Juliet Simms'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-3608184826537764794</id><published>2009-07-08T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:05:26.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 104th: Part Of The Scene</title><content type='html'>I'm not dead.=)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't updated this thing in a long time eh?I should seriously commit myself more.I used to slave away on this thing every chance I get,but now I have to drag my sorry ass towards the laptop and think of what to write,usually resulting in me overthinking and not updating at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only that,I've been busy penning in my Gundams and writing a song.Well,more like arranging a song in my head.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh yeah!Guitar!I picked up guitar and today is the 19th day of me playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can mostly play intro's to songs but I'm getting there.First song I learned on guitar is Reptilia,folowed by Sweet Child Of Mine.Kinda ambitious to learn Sweet Child Of Mine so early right?But its fun to play.=B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah,I'm sorry to all my readers for not updating.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,what has been going on in my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has happened since I last updated,but most of it has been blogged in detail by other people so thre is absolutely no point in me blogging about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah,three of my genius friends got themselves suspended,but I'm quite sure most of you know that by now.Its weird,i always thought that if they were to get suspended I would be there with them,coz we are mostly inseperable.But at that moment I wasn't.Thank god I guess.Can't imagine bringing the news back to my mom.Eeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have an audition this Sunday.(12.7.09)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have an awesome manager in the form of Isaac Jay Pandian.harap-harap band aku tak hancur under his watchful(?) eye.After a long while and many options we finally came up with a band name,and its Part Of The Scene.Why such a weird name?Well,it all came about when me and Nufail we're thinking up intro's to our band.And the name sounds just about fitting.&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey,We're Part Of The Scene."&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/7579726372298894178-3608184826537764794?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3608184826537764794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=3608184826537764794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3608184826537764794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3608184826537764794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-104th-part-of-scene.html' title='Chapter the 104th: Part Of The Scene'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7299468499167221135</id><published>2009-06-13T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:51:00.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 103rd: Nasi Goring Kampung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you didn't notice,aku rajin giler colour all my answers in the last tag.WoW!!rajinnye Farhan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;heres another dumb tag that I am supposed to do.oh well,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A - Annei/Yuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you love this person?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!my bantal peluk&lt;br /&gt;2) Is this person your enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;3) Would you hug this person?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!into a million pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;B - Brandon Tham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What do you really think of this person?&lt;br /&gt;Comes up with the suckiest insults.&lt;br /&gt;2) What’s their favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;pink?&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever danced with them?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;C - Chavo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What do you think of this person?&lt;br /&gt;Horniest brotherhood member&lt;br /&gt;2) How far does this person live?&lt;br /&gt;USJ 5&lt;br /&gt;3) How old are they?&lt;br /&gt;2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;D - Denise Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How long have you known him/her?&lt;br /&gt;just met this year&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you like this person?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!Veeery much.&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you hate this person?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E - Emily Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you met their parents?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2) Worst thing about this person?&lt;br /&gt;Berlagak cam tak kenal aku dah.&lt;br /&gt;3) Best thing about this person?&lt;br /&gt;err....dunno.her smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Fatihah.(form 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you ever dated this person?&lt;br /&gt;tak pernah&lt;br /&gt;2) When is the next time you will see him/her?&lt;br /&gt;lama tak nampak dah&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you go to school with them?&lt;br /&gt;i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;G - Gan Jay Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you heard this person sing?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;2) What's his/her pet's name?&lt;br /&gt;Gary Sinise.&lt;br /&gt;3) Will he/she repost this?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;H - Hafiz (iQan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What grade are they in?&lt;br /&gt;Form 4!&lt;br /&gt;2) Is he/she your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;yes!!&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever done something illegal witth this person?&lt;br /&gt;haha.Strictly brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Ian&lt;br /&gt;1) What is this persons favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Tosei&lt;br /&gt;2) How did you meet this person?&lt;br /&gt;std 1,he offered me Milo&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you trust this person?&lt;br /&gt;Not so sure...niggers can be crazy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;J - Jen Mee,Thong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Yes,older sister.dunno wether got any other siblings or not.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you know their favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;she listens to everything lah.from My Chemical Romance to Zee Avi.&lt;br /&gt;3) Good habit?&lt;br /&gt;Sporting gilerrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;K - Kelly Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you when you first met?&lt;br /&gt;16!baru kenal.haha&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you like him/her as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;YES!! haha&lt;br /&gt;3) Would you go to DisneyWorld with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.And then some.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;L - Liesl Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person older than you?&lt;br /&gt;Er...dunnolah.&lt;br /&gt;2) Is this person single?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;3) How many times do you talk to them in a week?&lt;br /&gt;School days: 976253.02 times.I like talking to her!hha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;M - Manoj Ramani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you when you first met?&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;2) Whats his/hers pets name?&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;br /&gt;3) Ever danced with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.Haha.He can Shake it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;N - Nufail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you when you first met the person?&lt;br /&gt;Form 1.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you like this person?&lt;br /&gt;Yupp! haha&lt;br /&gt;3) What would you do if you had never met this person?&lt;br /&gt;Then form 4 would suck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;O - Ong Ken Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Are you related?&lt;br /&gt;NO...At least I dun think so.&lt;br /&gt;2) Could you live with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.He kinda freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;3) What school do they go to?&lt;br /&gt;Sekolah Menengah Orang-Orang Utan...(couldn't resist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;P - Pamela Ngoo,Cik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1) Have you been to the mall with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Saw her in Subang Parade once.&lt;br /&gt;2) How about a sleepover with them?&lt;br /&gt;That would be fascinating.haha&lt;br /&gt;3) Does this person have a job?&lt;br /&gt;Yes,being the best geo teacher I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Q - Q Yee Lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Are you related?&lt;br /&gt;Hope not.SS slave!&lt;br /&gt;2)Do you like this person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes!!haha&lt;br /&gt;3) Would you do anything for him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I would.Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;R- Rayvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you heard this person sing?&lt;br /&gt;Yes,his phone has 28 hours worth of songs.I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;2) Will she/he repost this?&lt;br /&gt;Im 110% sure he wont repost this&lt;br /&gt;3) When does this person look best?&lt;br /&gt;When he has his arms folded in front of him asking "Seriously?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;S - Sim Ee Hui,Diane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;No,dun think so.She can whip me anytime though...in basketball.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you enjoy spending time with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!haha&lt;br /&gt;3) Is this person your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;T - Tracey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What grade is this person in?&lt;br /&gt;4 E.&lt;br /&gt;2) Would you hug this person?&lt;br /&gt;She belasah me with her middle finger...&lt;br /&gt;3) Do they live close to you?&lt;br /&gt;Danial's basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;U - Uncle Frankie Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Does this person go to your school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!haha.he drives me to school.My crazy old bus driver!&lt;br /&gt;2)Is this person annoying?&lt;br /&gt;Ask the many kancils he bang edy.&lt;br /&gt;3)Can this person cook?&lt;br /&gt;why yes.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;V - Valerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Would you do anything for him/her?&lt;br /&gt;No...tak kenal sangat&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you consider them a friend?&lt;br /&gt;I guess?&lt;br /&gt;3) Have you met any of his/her family?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Wong Kai Lun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Is this person loud or quiet?&lt;br /&gt;Loud if you know him like I do...quiet if you dont haha&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you seen this person dance?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.he told me to "Shake It" and gave me an example.=P&lt;br /&gt;3) What color eyes does this person have?&lt;br /&gt;red.Demon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;X - Xing Xing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is he/she?&lt;br /&gt;Mongolian.&lt;br /&gt;2)Is this person sexy?&lt;br /&gt;kurus!but sexy kot.haha&lt;br /&gt;3)When does this person look best?&lt;br /&gt;er...haha.in tution?masa tgh kacau scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Y - Yiing,Shin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you when you first met this person?&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;2) What do you think of this person?&lt;br /&gt;short.haha!nice to talk to lah.&lt;br /&gt;3) Favourite Colour?&lt;br /&gt;err...crap.lupa.i know she doesn't like to eat orange!xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Z - Zarif!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Does this person have msn?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!i dun have his add though&lt;br /&gt;2) What is their favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;SOCCER laaa&lt;br /&gt;3) When did you last see this person?&lt;br /&gt;on monday.Jamming.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7823592231811894583</id><published>2009-06-10T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:52:34.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter The 102nd: James Earl Cash (isaac jangan marah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Blastard lah Ken!!gila banyak questions!Nak bunuh aku ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;001. Real Name:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Farhan Abdullah Bin Md.Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;002. Nickname(s): &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Hanz,Starchild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Age: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;7+2+4+3=?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Gender: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Confused (male)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Tadika Ladybird,Tadika Islam Sri Cahaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. Primary school: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;SK Sri Subang Jaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. Secondary school: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;SMK Seafield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. College: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Belum cukup matang.They didn't except my theory on how Pepsi is different than Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair colour: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Isaac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Hair length: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Depends on what I'm doing...or who.*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;014: Phone or camera: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Health Freak: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes.*lie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Smoke to kill mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;entah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;soalan toceng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;019. Piercings:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Prince Albert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"I Love D".3 guesses who D is.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;021. Social or Anti-social: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. Righty or lefty: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;a prince albert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. First relationship: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;With my left hand.haha!jkjk.nobody&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;025. First Best Friend: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Darren Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. First Award: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Tadika graduation.I made it through!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. First Kiss: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;blum pernah.Kena special.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. First Pet: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. First Big Vacation:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; London.when I was 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. First Love at first sight: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;eheheh..adalah.brotherhood tau.=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031. First Big Birthday: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Std 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;032. First Surgery:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; When I was two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;033. First sport you joined: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;034. Orange or Apple juice: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035. Rock or Rap: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;036. Country or Screamo:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet boys: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;038. Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Britney!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;039. Night or Day: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040. Sun or Moon: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;041. TV or Internet: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Use internet to watch TV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;042. Playstation or XboX: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;PS2,XBOX360&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043. Kiss or hug: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;044. Iguana or turtle:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Iguana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;045. Spider or bee: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Spider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;046. Fall or spring: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;bounce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;047. Limewire or iTunes: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Ares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;048. Soccer or baseball: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;socce&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;nasi goring now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;water.Aku like water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;051. Excitement level: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;dah pukul 2 pagilah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Berak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Bullet For My Valentine - The Poison.Guitar solo hebat giler,made me terkencing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;054. Plan for today: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Toceng!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;This damn thing to be over.I got another tag waiting for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy Level: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;berapa banyak kali nak tanya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;hehheheh.klau u kenal aku you taulah.hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids?:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Buat apa bagi aku?Pandai buat pandai jaga lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Proposing kat aku pulak tag nie...aku dah ada "Angel of Perfection"=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. When:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Dun take no for an answer do you?=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;061. How many kids do you want?: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ko ade brape?ada offer tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;062. Any name on the mind: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Refer question 057.that name always in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 063 &amp;amp; 064 is missing *(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;ni pun soalan ke?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;065. Mellow future or wild: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;tak faham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;066. Something you would never try: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;a guy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067. Which is the better in the girl you like(in the future):&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Shorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Romanticly Spontaneous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;perempuan in my head now got both.heheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Neither; I'd like a girl who is outgoing but not too mischevious(tiru ken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077. Muscular or normal:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; normal pun bolehhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken a bone: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I ran from my house to Summit.Counted ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yeah,but I dun think the squirrel I shot was very life-threatening....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;GTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Entah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;086. Been arrested: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;By the fashion police.They wanted their fuzzy handcuffs back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I cried went I dreamt someone I knew died.Counted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. Do you believe in yourself: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes We Can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 091 is missing * (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;haha.lesser questions for me to do~&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. When do you want to die: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;When I'm ready I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Used to.Okay guys,you can laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Yes.so bad.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Puas lah,but it can be waay better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Mestilah.without a doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Duwan.every1 else do edy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-7823592231811894583?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7823592231811894583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7823592231811894583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7823592231811894583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7823592231811894583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-102nd-james-earl-cash-isaac.html' title='Chapter The 102nd: James Earl Cash (isaac jangan marah)'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-2059762010007645170</id><published>2009-06-06T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:29:54.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter the 101st: Like The Dalmations,But Less Barking</title><content type='html'>I'm sure all of you at one point of your life have dreampt of being rich and famous.That glamorous lifestyle with fast cars,big houses,hot women/men....dreaming is one thing.But to make the dream a reality,it ain't that easy.Now,I'm not gonna go ahead and jump the gun and say "Hey dude,its impossible.Go stuff a lid on that ambition of yours and pick up an accounts book."&lt;div&gt;It takes perseverence and such.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I DO get rich and famous....Ok,lets be optimistic for a while.WHEN I get rich and famous,the first thing I'll do for myself is to splurge on some expensive clothes.Haha.Well,at least I have to LOOK the part right?Well,since I'm rich and famous,Its a must to have equally rich and famous female companions.For me,I would prefer my fame-soaked women to have an inclination towards music,because women who can sing are sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frickin sexy.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now,I'm not gonna go all loose and simply pick a random songstress to be my lady-friend.Oh No,she's gotta be HOT.A good personality is fine but how often do you find tabloids talking about a celeb's girlfriend's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personality?&lt;/span&gt;Personality later.Looks come first.Haha.My blog,My dream,I call the shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see,lets countdown the top 6 hottest songtresses I can think of at the top of my mind.Why 6?I dunno.Random number,But I'll work with that.=D&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;6. Hilary Duff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.ifmagazine.com/graphics/Unsorted/war_inc_hilary_duff.jpg" /&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: left;"&gt;I gotta say,At first I thought she was gonna be one of those teen bopper.But after watching her stuff a live scorpion down her shorts in War,Inc my opinion changed somewhat.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay,I admit it.She's my secret obsession.But look at those abs...dayum.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Katy Perry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080522/Katy-Perry_l.jpg" /&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: left;"&gt;I admit,I've always been a Katy Perry fan.I guess its something to do with her devil-may-care attitude.And she's got a hot voice.She is an exception to the "Look over personality" rule I made.But gotta admit,she ain't bad for the eyes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Miley Cyrus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.celebrity-sunglasses-finder.com/image-files/miley-cyrus.jpg" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There you have it.My guilty pleasure.Thing I find most attactive bout this girl is her flowy hair and that little pout she always has.=P.I dunno why I placed her so high in the hotness scale though...I guess its coz somewhere deep within me I'm a fan.haha.I don't really get all the negative feedback she gets though.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Jessica Sutta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/2800000/I-Hate-This-Part-jessica-sutta-2896251-478-319.jpg" /&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;This girl honestly doesn't photograph well.Its extremely hard trying to find a nice looking picture of her.But she is absolutely stunning in videoclips and such.The picture above is a still image from one of her videoclips.In case you didn't know,she's the redhead in Pussycat Dolls.Gotta say,she's my fav among them.She moves soo well...&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Haley Williams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://checkered-vans.com/bandgallery/albums/uploads/pmore3/saucetrlmay/normal_358_1hayley_williams_paramore_43.jpg" /&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: left;"&gt;The vocalist of Paramore.Honestly,I think Jessica Sutta is hotter than she is,but this girl can take amazing pictures,so yeah.She wins.I mean,look at the picture above!Stunning!I love mah rocker chicks,and she is numbah 1 rocker chick in me heart!!xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here comes the #1 hottest as voted by moi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Taylor Swift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mykindofcountry.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/love-story.jpg" /&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: left;"&gt;Yes.She is definitely deserving of number one.Have you seen her as a brunette?Damn,if she were to talk to me in real life,I would melt,like seriously.I love her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sepet&lt;/span&gt; eyes and her hair and pout and voice and...Gaah.I think my computer screen is melting from the sheer hotness of her picture.She should know I'll MEAN it if I tell her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever and Always.&lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sugarscape.com/userfiles/0503_taylor2.jpg" /&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: left;"&gt;She even appeared in CSI.Here is a picture of a brunette Taylor Swift with a pair of scissors sticking out of her chest.How sporting of her.haha.xD&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;So,that concludes my list of girls I sooo wanna be seen dating if I was famous.Next list?Expensive cars maybe?=D&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-2059762010007645170?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-9137007931565520660</id><published>2009-06-01T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:25:30.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter The 100th: StarChild</title><content type='html'>Well,here is my 100th post.Yeap.100th post.Should I have been doing something much more productive instead of just slaving away infront of this computer?Nah.This is actually quite fun.&lt;div&gt;So,the reason this post came so late is because i was trying to decide what cool and awesome and erection-giving post i should make to commemorate(?) my blogs 100th post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end,I came up with nothing.Jeez,i guess my normal life is erection-giving enough huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,Lets start off this would-be amazing post with what i did today.i spent 300 bucks today on myself!weee~its such a joyful feeling spending that much money in one go.it makes you feel all rich and wild.Of course,actually HAVING 300 bucks to spend is in itself a joyful feeling.Practically orgasmic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But damn,guess what I bought with the 300 bucks?GUNDAMS!!xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like,an MG Destiny gundam and a NG Arios.total cost is 297.I paid 300 and got a change of 3.Brilliant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note,I must say that one of the best things to happen to me this year is the Brotherhood.They have certainly kept me sane(?) throughout all 5 months this year.The ten of you guys really are important to me.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our recent performance was fun!So was the sleepover in my house.Hope we get to do more crazy stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess i can write down some of the more memorably stuff members of the Brotherhood have done.Only the ones which are not in the Brotherhoods "Classified" files though.You have got to understand.We have done things so illegal that it can make the IRS blush,such as smuggling a live mexican llama into the unknown state of-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said,we have done some very err,"interesting" things,such as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ian kicked one of the fishes in our school pond.Yes.KICKED.With his FOOT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Ken danced in the said pond.Yeap.DANCED.with our FEET.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isaac,iQan,Jay and Ian "serenaded" Felicia from the third story of the school with Taylor Swift's "Love Story"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yuva,Lun.Me,Ken and isaac were arguing near the canteen's kitchen when one of the Kaks yelled at us and said "Diamlah!Ade orang kat dalam ni nak bersalin!" Ian,being the curious boy he was,proceded to ask if she was serious.She offered to show us,but we promptly ran away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a sleepover in my house,which led to a Mamak trip at 12 a.m,which also led to Yuva screaming at ManU for losing to Barcelona,which then led to Yuva and Isaac putting colgate on us innocent sleeping people,which eventually led to us auditioning for teachers day without getting any sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which finally led to us Rocking the House with our "Burnin' Up for Mr.Selva"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is all I remember at this time.There are alot more other stuff but they are classified.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revealing it could get me shot.So yeah.may this holiday and the remainder of the school year be a great one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;StarChild,signing out.&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/7579726372298894178-9137007931565520660?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/9137007931565520660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=9137007931565520660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/9137007931565520660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/9137007931565520660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-100th-starchild.html' title='Chapter The 100th: StarChild'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-6115997200383148198</id><published>2009-05-22T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:38:13.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 99: LoLzZ</title><content type='html'>Ape ke bendanya tu?Lolzzz?&lt;div&gt;I know Lol means "Laugh out Loud" or "Lot of Laughs" but what on earth does the Z mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Laughing out loud Zebra"?"laughing out loud snoring"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually try to refrain from using the words LOL or LMAO or whatever because I thought that itu kerja orang malas.No offence lah to everyone who uses it.But then using it on MSN or blogs is still understandable.But sampai in real life also they laugh with LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean...what the hell (wth) man??Your laughter also want to shortcut izzit?Pemalas tahap baru tu.How do you find the motivation to get out of bed and take a shower also I don't know.Lol...budaya baru zaman kini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I like they way ppl talk in chatrooms online though.Gaya giler.Talking like that makes you feel like you BELONG to something y'know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ZOMG!!idk if u care,but my bf jst txtd me saying 'imy n ily' ROFLCOPTER!!!11!!1!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,I have NO IDEA how to shorten the word "saying" in the sentence(?) above but these people will find a way.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to the mystery of the Z though.Do you notice how,when people have nothing to say but some cosmic universal entity is just CALLING OUT TO THEM TO POST A COMMENT,they usually put something like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"zzz".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will someone explain what the hell(wth) this means to me?I don't speak i.m(instant messaging) that much but I'm preeetty sure that "zzz" has no particular meaning in it.Unless it means praise Lord Zedd,then by all means,I shall join in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of you who don't know Lord Zedd,he's the villain in Mighty Morphin Power Rangers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/06/Zedd2.jpg/240px-Zedd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord Zedd.Gave me nightmares as a kid.Gila buff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have nth to talk about at this moment.So,if anyone has any ideas on what is the mystery of the Z,please feel free to comment.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s :Aku dah update dah Shiing.xD&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/7579726372298894178-6115997200383148198?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6115997200383148198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7259900474325946065</id><published>2009-05-15T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:14:58.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 98: Impak Lokomosi</title><content type='html'>Sean          : Which part of a girl do you like the most?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farhan      : Their gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean          : What the hell is that suppose to mean??!!Give me something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farhan      : Their species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean          : .............=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                     right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***********************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised yesterday that in all nine and a 1/2 years I've been schooling,I always sit on the left side of the table.You know,when they join two tables together in class?Yeah.Weird.Its like a little thing i do without meself realising it.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out with Jian today to Summit just to lepak.Everyone is too busy studying to go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.over all,it was a fun day.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nth much to blog about.just wanted to say that i'm not dead yet.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can't get to heaven if you're afraid to get high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Kylie Minouge&lt;/span&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/7579726372298894178-7259900474325946065?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7259900474325946065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7259900474325946065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7259900474325946065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7259900474325946065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-98-impak-lokomosi.html' title='Chapter 98: Impak Lokomosi'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4150340475096994813</id><published>2009-05-09T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:49:59.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 97: Semakin Jauh</title><content type='html'>Girl,why are you moving further and further away?Did I say something wrong?Or should I speak up more?Gaah.xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told you once before,that I would swim the ocean for that ONE girl I care the most about,with all my heart,if I COULD swim.You laughed the sweetest laugh I have ever heard.Yeah,I was partially joking.Partially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you don't see me,do you?You can hear me,you know I'm there,you acknowledge my existence,but yet you don't see me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like I can't get through to you.There's something inbetween.You could hardly careless about this invisible wall.But me,my hands are bleeding as I try my best to knock it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear,I think the walls are getting thinner.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAAH!!!I tilt my head to the side and SEJARAH comes spilling out of my ears!Why do I torture myself like this???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To release exam stress I shall now cursebloody murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHIIITT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK EXAMS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK BEING GRADED ON STUFF YOU HARDLY CARE ABOUT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK ALL THIS BULLSHIT THAT HAS BEEN GOING ON!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGHHH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK JUSTIN WONG COZ ITS FUN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DON'T FUCK SHEE FOONG COZ HE MAKES YOUR EARS AND EYES BLEED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-4150340475096994813?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/4150340475096994813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=4150340475096994813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4150340475096994813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/4150340475096994813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-97-semakin-jauh.html' title='Chapter 97: Semakin Jauh'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-4543335142433776699</id><published>2009-05-07T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:18:21.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 96: A New Lease On Cramming Your Brain</title><content type='html'>Well,recently,a friend of my sis was doing an assignment for The Star newspaper.She needed the opinion of a teenager,so she interviewd me.Yeah,I know.takde standard langsung kan?haha&lt;div&gt;So yesterday,the 6th of May the article actually got published.But it got published in a pullout in The Star that is only available to the schools.In other word,if you were to buy the newspaper off the rack,the pullout won't be there.Sheesh.aku tak dapat baca.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to top it all off its the centrespread summore!haha.so if you happen to own a copy of the star newspaper which happens to contain the NiE pullout dated the 6th of May,bagi aku tengok boleh?xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been grumpier than usual.So,to all of you who just so happen to be on the receiving end of my grumpiness,please forgive me.Its the headache talking.Headache caused by lack of sleep.Lack of sleep caused by insomnia.So.yeah.there you have it.The stry behind my grumpyness.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all I'm updating.Exams round the corner.kena berusaha.haha!*konon*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-4543335142433776699?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-2621576071694212518</id><published>2009-05-03T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:57:48.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 95: I Should Be Studying/Living</title><content type='html'>Title sez it all.Honestly,nothings going right lately.Wait,theres more impact if I say it in Malay.Semuanya tak betul lah.Tak menjadi langsung.Aku tunggu dia,dia tinggalkan aku.Bila aku berjalan kat belakang dia kan,dalam hati aku asyik memikir "look back at me lah...I just want to see your face"&lt;div&gt;Tak toleh belakang jugak.What can I do to make you look back at me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aduh...I keep acting like a loud jackass around her just to get her attention.It works,to some extent.She'll laugh,she'll smile,we'll talk,but its all empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sakit hati aku.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kepala pun sakit jugak.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday went audition for Interact I.U.Boleh tahan jugaklah kot...Zarif punya band AWESOME giler....haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda messed up the second song.Pitching lari giler.I would give myself a Sweet Chin Music if my legs can bend that way.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well...whats done is done.I should really be focusing on studying.Classmates have gotten more serious.If I don't catch u I'll be left behind.(obviously)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright!time to hit the books.Its 12 am now.I should be able to cram a chapter of sejarah in before fatigue gets me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably should have started sooner eh?=/&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/7579726372298894178-2621576071694212518?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/2621576071694212518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=2621576071694212518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2621576071694212518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/2621576071694212518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-95-i-should-be-studyingliving.html' title='Chapter 95: I Should Be Studying/Living'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-3262276079810883134</id><published>2009-04-29T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T05:15:43.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 94: A Little Less Conversation And We May As Well Be Shouting</title><content type='html'>Testing out a new blogskin.xD&lt;div&gt;Its slightly emo.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still kept the table size and stuff,just changed the background url.If I like it might keep it.i like Pon and Zi anyway.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just found out that our class has a blog.Somehow they managed to link me.Oh,Mah,Gawd.Now more people are gonna be reading this.I kinda enjoyed the little publicity this blog has.Oh well...I'll just deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skipped the ceramah thingy just now.Never liked ceramah's anyway.2 periods with Pn.Wong?I'd rather run into a wall,won't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,spent the time pontenging in class with ken and zhen ying,studying add maths.Yes,you read correctly.I did add maths when I pontenged.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloody hell,she's right there.Right THERE.I wait all day,just so that I can spend some time with her,and would you believe it when I actually have that chance,I hve absolutely nothing to talk about.So there I was,standing beside her like a jackass,hands in pockets,while racking my brains for something witty or remotely entertaining to tell her.Stupidly,i walk off,trying to think of something to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I deserve this,but I walk back to see her already engaged in a conversation with this dude,who seems all too interested in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am i doing.....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the Fuck am I doing???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got to do something.Either move up or move on.Since alot of other guys want her attention too.But what can I DO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two word conversations ain't gonna win her over....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAAH!!this sucks ass.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-3262276079810883134?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3262276079810883134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=3262276079810883134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3262276079810883134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3262276079810883134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-94-little-less-conversation-and.html' title='Chapter 94: A Little Less Conversation And We May As Well Be Shouting'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-1859836544669918183</id><published>2009-04-23T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:24:33.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 93: Apa Ke BINATANG tu?</title><content type='html'>Haik,blog aku semakin emo siut.Despite the background picture yang komain hyper gilerr.&lt;div&gt;Haha.Maybe its time to change it.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I like it.It adds colour.What do you guys think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think another emo post might be coming up.See first how things turn out.I know its stupid to PLAN an emo post,but hey,some of the things that I do is bound for failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blog post becoming waay shorter.Macam Yee Lei.haha.Takpe aku kutuk,she doesn't read my blog aso.haha.Shiing cakap dia 5 feet oni?betul ke?macam semut.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;don't kill me.=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila Interact audition eh?Rayvin said its in May coz interact can only get the dewan then,but Jian sez it sometime this month.I guess I'll believe Rayvin coz this month is coming to an end.=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah.April is coming to an end.I'm sure you guys are sick of reading this,but time really flies don't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought it felt fast last year.This year is kinda on fast forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahah..gots to go for tution now.Nothing to blog about neways.&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/7579726372298894178-1859836544669918183?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1859836544669918183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=1859836544669918183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1859836544669918183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1859836544669918183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-93-apa-ke-binatang-tu.html' title='Chapter 93: Apa Ke BINATANG tu?'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-9080460364076525889</id><published>2009-04-22T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:23:59.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 92: Overstress?...Nah!!</title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school yesterday,due to major migraigne.Went to the doctor and would you believe what the doctor said the cause of the headache was?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said it was due to stress.STRESS.Have I been overstressing myself?Maybe.A lot of shit been goin on.Termasuk sekali I'm chasing after a girl that I can never get.But thats normal,so that isn't much of a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what IS the cause of my overstressness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah,just now I played badminton with En.Azhar.He ran away from my jumping smash.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he smashed High Yoong's thigh.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need something to do at home.I would go online but I don't have anymore websites to go to.I youtube songs and update my blog.That's it.I need a life at home.=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things seem to be slowing down.It shows in my blog posts.Theyre getting shorter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you guys feel when you read my blog?I mean,I actually get BORED reading bout my life.I just keep droning on...and on...and on.....bout how my life sucks and how everyone,including me should just die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sound really sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need someone to make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preferably a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I'm honest that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-9080460364076525889?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/9080460364076525889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=9080460364076525889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/9080460364076525889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/9080460364076525889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-92-overstressnah.html' title='Chapter 92: Overstress?...Nah!!'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7089796523763544938</id><published>2009-04-20T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:32:00.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 91: Velvet Revolver;You Just Made My Day</title><content type='html'>I came home from school all sweaty and tired and pissed at school for making me so sweaty and tired when I flopped myself on my bed.I love the way my bed just seems to melt away almost all stress when I'm tired.heheh&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After awhile I asked aloud,"what now?",as if my bedroom was going to answer me.And then I was flipping through some youtube videos and I decided to listen to this band which is so GEMPAK it made other bands seem like dirt at that moment.Yep.The name of the band is none other than Velvet Revolver.Damn...it doesn't get any better than this.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song that I listened to was Slither,most probably one of Slash's masterpieces.Pure genius,transcribed through the holy six strings of Slash's Gibson LP.Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would add the video onto my blog,but it severely lags my computer,so I had to take it out.But heres the link.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyFL-L4tAfU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyFL-L4tAfU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geheh.Actually,school today was not THAT boring.Got to spend a good 4 periods talking to a certain someone that I'm sure a lot of you know so I wont bother mentioning the name.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a breath of fresh air....xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm starting to like my class.&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/7579726372298894178-7089796523763544938?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7089796523763544938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7089796523763544938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7089796523763544938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7089796523763544938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-91-velvet-revolveryou-just-made.html' title='Chapter 91: Velvet Revolver;You Just Made My Day'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-6176819898266529994</id><published>2009-04-18T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:29:34.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 90: Chords And Procesors</title><content type='html'>Hmm....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I get an Electric Guitar or should I get an Xbox360?I'm not that good with a guitar yet so I guess a guitar would be a waste,but If I use my money to buy an Xbox then I won't have money to buy a guitar when I can play it really well.hmm...what to do?=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.I'll think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports Day this year wasn't quite as entertaining as last year.Probably due to the fact that the sun was murder that day.I mean,Liesl said the track melted onto her shoe when she was running.She showed us the shoe and bloody hell,there were red pieces on it.Figures our school would pick the hottest day of the month to hold our sports day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,after that we went to eat at KFC.Ken being the usual "I'm-not-going-to-change-my-clothes-in-the-toilet-like-a-normal-sane-guy" went and changed his clothes in the slide outside KFC.And me,being the dumbass I am,changed my shirt over there as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai Lun was cursing the gods for giving him retarded friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I swear to you,there was this weird old man staring at me as I was changing.Creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating we went to Isaac's house coz I wanted to see his x-ray.Julia followed us there.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sorry if you were bored Jules!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So over there we played Left 4 Dead,like one of the most entertaining games to see someone play.It was quite fun to play as well.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everyone left me and Isaac played a couple of rounds of FIFA 09.Honestly I don't think I was that bad.At least I didn't lose by like,5 points or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Went home after that,and then went out to eat dinner at 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought two t-shirts!heh.Buy one free one at F.O.S,my favourite shop to buy clothes.cheap,and it has Element t-shirts,which is like,one of my favourite t-shirt brands coz its so cool.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such a girl when it comes to shopping.=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise that I write like a bimbo.Like,OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-6176819898266529994?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/6176819898266529994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=6176819898266529994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6176819898266529994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/6176819898266529994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-90-chords-and-procesors.html' title='Chapter 90: Chords And Procesors'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7628787758101165582</id><published>2009-04-14T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:55:05.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 89: You Are Pitiful</title><content type='html'>As a warning to everyone,this post is gonna be filled with a shitload of ranting.I need an outlet for the stress I guess,was gonna tell a certain friend of mine some of my problems coz thats what we do,we share our probs before we reach our breaking point.But she told me that I was really,really,annoying the buttfuck out of her or something along those lines before I managed to say anything.That was one of the most hurting comments I've heard in awhile.But its not her fault,its the truth.I get it all the time.Just didn't expect one of my close friends to say it.Haha,its true what they say that only someone close to you can actually hurt your feelingsHeh,guess that means I should stay away from her.Haha,I'm so mean.She can't even make a blogpost bout how much I suck and how she hates me because I already admitted it.I do hope that she has found a new person to let out her frustrations on,because I think she might just do a nosedive off the KL Tower if she lets it all out on me.I AM that annoying by the way.Screw that,mebbe I should just feed myself bullets to make people much happier.I seem to piss everyone off anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I have successfully rid the world of the stupidity that is I,I sincerely hope that everyone's head will explode in a colourful rainbow of plasma and grey matter because of the building up on stress they will feel.After all,the only reason I'm good to them is to release some tension and anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take my sister for instance,As soon as I finished posting my previous post,she walked up the stairs and started shouting profanities at me because I took out her keyboard cover.Hello?A keyboard cover is detachable dumbfuck,and what does she mean by me getting fur all over the cover?I placed it on a ruddy fucking table and I WAS gonna clean it with lintbrush before I put it back but no,she had to make up some bullshit story bout me never putting back the cover after I use the computer.She then screamed at me again,snatched the laptop away while I was using it,and slammed the door to her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annoyed,I walked into my parents room and was greeted by a lecture on how I wake up late to go to school.Bloody hell,the clock in my dads car is 20 minutes FAST!And my dad,who hates me by the way,must have told mom some story bout how I always arrive late to school,so mom proceded to go all "I'm dissapointed in you son" on me while dad happily looks on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then later in the night someone messaged my phone-I can't remember who,but when my dad heard the sound of my phone he got pissed off and said it was too loud.He then proceded to glare at me and raise his hand up in his favourite "I'm gonna slap you across the room if you don't get out now" gesture that he reserves only for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,he would slap me across the room.He did it once,but until now I can't for the life of me understand why he did it.He just got up,slapped me,chased me to my room,kicked the door open,slapped me across the face again and told me that he didn't want to see me alive ever again.Heh.Parents.Gotta love 'em.You can't even ask why they slapped you without getting another one to the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah,ask me hows my life and I'll answer you that its okay,but its only because I know you will hardly care if I told you any different anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go overdose on some anti-depressents now,since the pillar I was hanging onto has crumbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-7628787758101165582?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7628787758101165582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7628787758101165582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7628787758101165582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7628787758101165582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-89-you-are-pitiful.html' title='Chapter 89: You Are Pitiful'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7532339688261885906</id><published>2009-04-13T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:27:03.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 88: Then I've Gots The Remedy</title><content type='html'>Woah.....Very the ONG ah my post number?88 ah?Hu-Waaah.......=P&lt;div&gt;takde kerja lain wei.Basically I don't NEED to update my blog now,Just wanna keep you guys reading until the video on the right finishes downloading.When its done make sure you check it out yeah??!!Its really cool man!!And I'm like,so totally typing this post without looking at the keyboard.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's so freaking hard man coz my keyboard is so wide and my fingers keep pressing "R" when I wanna press "T".=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accidentally pressed "Esc" when I wanted to put an exclamation mark.hehheh.But still not lookin at the keyboard.Aren't you proud of me?=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even typed the url to Julia's blog without looking,though I had to try like,4 times to get the dash thingy in between "Jules" and "Exposed".Yep.Tried to type Yee Lei's blog url but that is murder.It has like what,7 words?Damn.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now currently listening to Headstrong by Trapt on YouTube.The opening guitar is so cool.It kinda gives you the impression that "woah...something big is coming..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that DahDeDeng-Deng DahDeDeng-Deng....heheh.Don't understand?Then go youtube it.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I added some new videos to my song thingy,the first three are actually videoclips.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First is the utterly genius "Don't trust me" by 3OH!3 (thanks Nick for giving me reason to listen to it!!xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second is Jai Ho!!!!!xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And third is the beautiful Sempurna by Andra And The Backbone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to add more.Heehee.And btw,its not that I DON'T WANT to cancel autoplay,its just that my com won't let me cancel it.What can I do?=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay,thatsit.One whole post without looking at the keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not gonna do this again in the near future thats for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-7532339688261885906?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7532339688261885906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7532339688261885906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7532339688261885906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7532339688261885906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-88-then-ive-gots-remedy.html' title='Chapter 88: Then I&apos;ve Gots The Remedy'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-6224274581239632123</id><published>2009-04-13T04:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:38:31.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhttp://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jid80aHAnXs/SeIBoP5QN9I/AAAAAAAABL4/QrF2udGvVCI/s400/DSC00235.JPGid80aHAnXs/SeIBoP5QN9I/AAAAAAAABL4/QrF2udGvVCI/s400/DSC00235.JPG'/><title type='text'>Chapter 87: 'Coz You Gots The Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Haven't been updating in awhile.My old laptop has this koo-koo virus and now its doing everything BUT anything I want it to do.Why,its so disobedient I bet it might even load youtube videos in reverse just to piss me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,my laptop has a personality.Stupid laptop.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing to update about except for Leo I.U I guess,but I don't have any pictures...I guess I can steal some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah,I have nothing to blog about.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah!lately I've been feeling all giddy and hyper.I wonder why?Can't exactly pinpoint the source,its just...there.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just remembered,during Leo I.U I made a new kawan!Her name &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is Ling Hui but she goes by Ling.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw,she misspelled my name on her blog,but I'm too lazy to correct her.happens too often.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a fun person to hang with I guess,judging by the fact that she can tolerate the craziness that is our gang.Hope she can lepak with us more.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come,I steal a pic from her blog.=B&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204); font-family: Trebuchet; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323820522842067138" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jid80aHAnXs/SeICjwfvkMI/AAAAAAAABMg/ZZUZGaz00Qk/s400/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 102, 153); border-right-color: rgb(0, 102, 153); border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 153); border-left-color: rgb(0, 102, 153); " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namanya Ling Hui.=D (aku nampak giler hodoh sebab tak sempat pose cantik2)&lt;/span&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&gt;A lot more Rock'in stuff happened,like JULIA burning the menu thingy that was on the table,Yuva being crowned best dressed,and a whole lot more lah,can't remember anything in particular.The performances was cool,but I didn't take any pictures.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most entertaining band of the night just HAS to be Dear Daniel.Damn they FIIINE....They really know how to connect with the crowd.Second probably goes to Straight Forward.But I'm talking bout bands.For other performances The PussyDolls win hands down.I want their T-Shirt!!!=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well,I end this post with a couple of the best pics of the night,courtesy of Ling's blog again.=B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jid80aHAnXs/SeICj-ZW7wI/AAAAAAAABMY/YqDDrI5pVNI/s400/DSC00231.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from left: Justin,JayHan,Ken,Isaac,Ling,Me,Yuva&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jid80aHAnXs/SeIBoP5QN9I/AAAAAAAABL4/QrF2udGvVCI/s400/DSC00235.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Brotherhood.(Kai Lun,Hafiz,Ian tak datang I.U,Sial giler.&gt;=0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-6224274581239632123?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jid80aHAnXs/SeICjwfvkMI/AAAAAAAABMg/ZZUZGaz00Qk/s72-c/DSC00230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-1125481221045890902</id><published>2009-04-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:33:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 86: Pardon Me For Sneaking Up On You</title><content type='html'>Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to Subang Parade yesterday and guess what I got?&lt;br /&gt;A new pair of shoes!!xDxDxD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for a new pair and I spotted these shoes at Nike.Original price was 379,but discounted to 255.Big difference,eventhough 255 is STILL a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see them?Gosh they're so preeetty.......*starry eyes*&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/_UbruW3X17X4/SdjLOTmmTSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pIB0srtyk30/s1600-h/050420091229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SdjLOTmmTSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pIB0srtyk30/s320/050420091229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321226406379015458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SdjLhsMNu2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/TBCkj5-UXkM/s1600-h/050420091231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SdjLhsMNu2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/TBCkj5-UXkM/s320/050420091231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321226739396754274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SdjL5OiudVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/65aheeGFCjc/s1600-h/050420091234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SdjL5OiudVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/65aheeGFCjc/s320/050420091234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321227143754970450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SdjOVlft5kI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YRWLpnrzcqY/s1600-h/050420091237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UbruW3X17X4/SdjOVlft5kI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YRWLpnrzcqY/s320/050420091237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321229829975959106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nike Air Zoom LX Trainer 3+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heehee!!nama tak nak kalah d'oh.Cantik kan?&lt;br /&gt;=B&lt;br /&gt;Running shoes tapi sayang nak pakai.wait a couple of weeks kot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-1125481221045890902?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1125481221045890902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=1125481221045890902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-567300186700324479</id><published>2009-04-03T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:34:48.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 85: Impossible to Explain,Definitely Possible To achieve.</title><content type='html'>Its everyone.I'm angry at everyone.I'm in a freaking angry mood lately.All I really need is someone to talk to.Someone to tell everything.Someone who can understand.Yet my pride won't allow me to tell anybody.And its not just my pride stopping me.&lt;div&gt;Even if I could swallow my pride and ask for help,there is nobody there who can understand.Which sucks.It makes you feel like going on one of those pitiful online chat sites,make friends with some random dude while playing a round of checkers and just tell him everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its all because they don't judge.At least,I hope they don't.Its pretty optimistic of me to say that the world is filled with nice people eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I need some form of release,I need to get high,I need to suffocate my senses with carbon dioxide,I need to stop feeling angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need somebody who understands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please stop ignoring me.Stop brushing me off.Stop making me feel like I'm unneeded.It should be back to normal...shouldn't it?We need to talk.You might not be doing it consciously but I'm at a point where I'm too oversensitive about what people say.And when it comes to you the senses are a bit heightened you see....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every silence makes me feel like screaming and breaking something,Every laugh makes me wonder if its really a laugh or is it fake.Every stare makes me wonder if you are looking at me or thinking of someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a FRIEND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer me.Just talk to me.Turn around and insult me,slap me and call me a bastard,laugh with me and call me an apek or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST TALK TO ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the silence after the war is deafening in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to know that we are still cool.I need to know that we are fine.I need to know that i did not fuck our lives forever.I need to know that somethings there for me to catch me when im falling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only noise I hear is the screams playing 24/7 in my head.How poetic that even when Its so quiet things can get so loud.Things can be deafening.&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/7579726372298894178-567300186700324479?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/567300186700324479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=567300186700324479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/567300186700324479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/567300186700324479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-85-impossible-to.html' title='Chapter 85: Impossible to Explain,Definitely Possible To achieve.'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-3668088638033869441</id><published>2009-04-02T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:22:10.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 84: Bitter Is A Taste Only Coffee Should Have</title><content type='html'>I hate a lot of things.If you were to ask me why I hate them,I would be able to answer you but chances are the answer won't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things in my top 5 list of things people can do to me that makes me want to fillet them alive and feed their remains to my cat is when I fall in love with a song,introduces it to somebody,and they say the song sucks serious ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,i'm fine with that because everybody is entitled to their own opinions,but what GETS me is when a couple of months later they "INTRODUCE" the EXACT SAME SONG to you,telling you its the best song they've ever heard,blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you tell them that YOU were the one who introduced them to the song in the first place,they act all "Get a life jackass.I found this song on YouTube.Your musical sense sucks so bad you would never introduce such a brilliant song to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like ripping them a new one,stuff a shoe up it sideways,and make them do squats.&lt;br /&gt;assholes.No,seriously,moments like these,even though you are my best friend or whatever bullshit crap you are to me,you are labelled as an asshole.Hence,i would treat you like an asshole for the whole day,or week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This silence is KILLING ME!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this&lt;br /&gt;2 years???&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose the function of my ears by then.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;STOP ridiculing everything I fucking do!&lt;br /&gt;makes you feel better doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Shut the fuck up mr.perfects&lt;br /&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/7579726372298894178-3668088638033869441?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3668088638033869441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=3668088638033869441' title='0 Comments'/><link 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for being there for me,&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for setting me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is horrible of me,Super-Villain ranking horribleness.I make mojo jojo seem like a buttwipe.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve to be happy.You deserve everything.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall give you everything.I shall try.I WILL try to cure my obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with friendship,and it shall end with friendship.I'm sorry that I was so dumb as to think that we could be more.I didn't get it.I didn't see that what we had was already more than I could ask for.I didn't see that what we shared was so complex and perfect that it can't be explained with mere words.We are the best tag team duo of randomness the world is not yet ready to see.I failed to realise we are perfect as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends do this.Friends understand.Friends are there for each other.Friends support other friends whenever they need supporting.&lt;br /&gt;And we ARE the BEST of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like,so totally rock that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is up with that last part?We had a promise.U are better than that.You are not stupid,incompetent,helpless,ugly,forgettable,or anything else you can think of to put yourself down.You are worlds better than anybody that you can see around you.Don't make me bite your ear.&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write NEARLY as beautiful as you do,but i hope I got the point across.=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-3879561350536101318?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3879561350536101318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=3879561350536101318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3879561350536101318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3879561350536101318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-83-hey-theredelilah.html' title='Chapter 83 : Hey There,Delilah.'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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wallpaper is a whole basket of it.I'm sadistic that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This latest virus is nothing short of annoying.It slows down my already lagging computer,it has pop-ups,and I got it through GOOGLE.Yeah,those freakin idiots who place viruses finally had the brains to give google a virus.I might be the only eh so bee unlucky enough to get a virus through google.My com will be flooded with pop-ups saying that it has a security error and asking me wether I would like to remove the virus or not.If I say yes it will immediately lead me to google.The lazy computer is making me google for the cure to this damn computer cancer it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,the brightside is it makes a terrific shortcut.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how I spent my earth hour?well,just read Jay Han or iQan's blog.They have picture that my words can't substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm so freakin lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.I don't think you guess ever denied it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crapping now.But I always crap.Coincidentally,if you shorten the phrase "chinese rapper"&lt;br /&gt;youll get crapper.yup.Thats a pitiful attempt at a racial insult.But I can't help it,you yellow people are SOO MEAN towards us Jawa boys.Well,except for Yuan Ping,all that golf is turning her brown.Like oxidised apples.&lt;br /&gt;And Ken,since I gave him the Bugis side of my bloodline as a late birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now,wanna watch "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai" for like,the 198th time.&lt;br /&gt;But I love that movie.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you ask me if i minded it,but what was I supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would have changed if I said that I did.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would have changed.&lt;br /&gt;But screw that.&lt;br /&gt;I asked god to give me a reason to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish he hadn't listened.&lt;br /&gt;but it also means that I should just forget 'bout you.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to.I CAN'T.I'm too far gone.&lt;br /&gt;I DO mind.But it doesn't matter.It never did.&lt;br /&gt;I never did.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;for attempting to cure me of my&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous obsession&lt;br /&gt;with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-3983070265168139663?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/3983070265168139663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=3983070265168139663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3983070265168139663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/3983070265168139663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-82-if-my-smile-was-my-system.html' title='Chapter 82: If My Smile Was My System Then You Are A Glitch'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-1972535271056747358</id><published>2009-03-27T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:32:01.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 81: I Would Like To Apologise To Any Amish People Who Got Offended With My Last Title</title><content type='html'>Heheh.All cheered up now.Total 180.xD&lt;br /&gt;Its all coz I was blog hopping and I finally found a blog post that managed to make me smile like,really wide.=B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks LIESL!!!!the pics of your class really helped.haha.chopstick friend.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez,Im so bi-polar.haha.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been listening to boy bands again.There were a lot of diff boy bands last time.Ranging from Boyzone to N'Sync.But the boy band I enjoyed listening to the most just HAS to be Westlife.I mean,People say that boy bands suck but I beg to differ.The love songs that Westlife sings are nothing  short of Amazingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the lyrics to like,three quarters of all their songs.Haha.I remember singing along to Westlife in the car on the way to KLIA as a kid.I still do that actually.Ahh...good times.Westlife songs have a weird effect on me.I turn all fuzzy when I hear them.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend some of their songs for you to listen to but a LOT of their songs rock.&lt;br /&gt;I might as well give you their whole album or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Boy bands play a big role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evergreen by Westlife is a song that me and Danial Hafiz always sing together.Pity that noone else know it.GO LISTEN TO IT SO THAT WE CAN ALL SING IT TOGETHA!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop by N'Sync can be considered me and Justins "theme song" at the beginning of Form 3.its a really cool song.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Your Looking Like That by Westlife is also one of my favourites from them.I have this dream of one day performing it in a band on stage.It might never come true.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh....talking about this reminds me of my old class.The group of friends sitting in the last two rows of the class is connected strongly with our love for songs.In fact,there are a lot of songs that I can name right here that can make me cry when I hear them coz I miss my old class so freakin much.These are like,a FEW of the songs that we used to sing.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evergreen - sung with iQan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop - sung with Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River - sung with Kai Lun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'll Never Say - sung with Nazneen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Your Hands Off My Girl - Sung with Justin,iQan,Izzul,Yuva,Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Floor Anthem - sung with iQan,Justin,Izzul,Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Feel Better - sung with iQan,Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Without Wings - sung with iQan,Justin,Yuva,Nazneen,Izzul,Kai Lun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear It Again - sung with iQan,Justin,Yuva,Nazneen,Izzul,Kai Lun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosana - sung with Izzul,iQan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Of Our Own - sung with Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larger Than Life - sung with Justin,iQan,Izzul,Yuva,Kai Lun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You For Loving Me - sung with Izzul,iQan,Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever - sung with Nick,Justin,Sharanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With You - sung with Nick,Justin,Kai Lun,Yuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Kiss - sung with Kai Lun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senorita - sung with Justin,Yuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the songs that mean the most to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man Who Can't Be Moved - sung with Justin,Nazneen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax(Take it Easy) - Sung with Izzul,iQan,Justin,Poh Khong,Daniel              Stanley,Nazneen,Yuvanesh,Kai Lun,Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;kalau ade terlupa lagu please tell me.haha.banyak giler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the people of 4D,let us all sing together ya??=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...erm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7579726372298894178-1972535271056747358?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/1972535271056747358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=1972535271056747358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1972535271056747358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/1972535271056747358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-81-i-would-like-to-apologise-to.html' title='Chapter 81: I Would Like To Apologise To Any Amish People Who Got Offended With My Last Title'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-7415217556503752344</id><published>2009-03-27T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:22:31.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 80 : Do As The Amish People Do And Just Stand At The Roadside While Frowning All Day.</title><content type='html'>Hehe.Gots to thank Jian for that totally awesome quote that I used as my title.Another song in the works,which is dumb because I didn't even finish my LAST song.=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lazy bastard.Like,"please open that can of 7-up and drink it for me" lazy.I've got so much I want to update about but all of them involves pictures and stuff.I'm too lazy to transfer images into my laptop coz it lags behind like a turtle's tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have a happy post today.I even had the post in mind,but then something happened and it made me kinda depressed.I also went bloghopping in hopes of stumbling onto a blog with happy,cheerful,witty and pointless posts,but all I found was "Marcus this,Nicholas that,Isaac this,Jay Han that,Kenneth this,Jie Sheng that"....&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to tell you how that didn't improve my mood for blogging.So now you all get a lukewarm post with "DEPRESSION" written all over its front cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird.Everyone else has really major problems and all I do everyday is beat myself up mentally.Everyone else has problems more major than I do but why the fuck am I sleeping at 4 a.m everyday while praying that I don't have another dream involving her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that dense and self absorbed?I can't even pinpoint my own problems so I can't tell anyone about it.I wouldn't know where to start.I wouldn't know when to end.I don't even know whether what I'm going through is a problem or a just a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,that fucked up numbness is seeping back.I guess its ever since we stopped talking that frequently.It bites.Random hey's and 2 sentence conversations are not exactly my idea of communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it bites.it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a vampire.A vampire lives for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;time is infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah.How the hell did I get THAT equation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of another piece or crap that went through my head while teman-ing my mom go clothes shopping,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELMO &lt;/span&gt;is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt; without any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torturing myself with questions I'm too scared to ask and answers I'm too screwed up to hear.I'm freaking killing myself.But,oh well.Lately I've been doing the "tell no one your problems"thing really well.I let some spill once in awhile but thats it.Anything more major and I may as well run to her and cry in her arms.Which is completely uncivil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-7415217556503752344?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/7415217556503752344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=7415217556503752344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7415217556503752344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/7415217556503752344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-80-do-as-amish-peoplestand-at.html' title='Chapter 80 : Do As The Amish People Do And Just Stand At The Roadside While Frowning All Day.'/><author><name>Hanz Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-175834509839129713</id><published>2009-03-26T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:39:17.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 79: Girl,tell me what to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on, don't feel this way&lt;br /&gt;You're only gonna solve this for one day&lt;br /&gt;You wanna get high&lt;br /&gt;And then complain&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I only think of you always and forever&lt;br /&gt;And forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you just came out&lt;br /&gt;When everyone knew what you were all about&lt;br /&gt;You faked your death and that was fun&lt;br /&gt;But girl, I think it's just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky will clear&lt;br /&gt;You say with ease&lt;br /&gt;You live real fast to feel relieved&lt;br /&gt;Your heart was locked&lt;br /&gt;I had the key&lt;br /&gt;Now this disease won't let us be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take another line&lt;br /&gt;And you feel fine this time&lt;br /&gt;And it goes like this, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I'm so in love, whoa&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you&lt;br /&gt;(Makes me wanna leave you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tell me what to do - Metro Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again,I am shamelessly promoting Metro Station but hey,I have to say the lyrics to this song is pretty much accurate to what I'm feeling now.Its really weird.I know I should just walk away,but I'm still holding on to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothingness actually.heh.But it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt; like I'm holding on to something,and that feeling is more than enough now.&lt;br /&gt;Girl,just tell me what to do!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a cute song.try youtube-ing it.Wait,don't bother.I'll most probably put it on my Mixpod over on the right in a few days.Not now.I'm still enjoying the song playing on autoplay.&lt;br /&gt;its not that I WANT to put my songs on autoplay,believe me,I TRIED to set it to play only when someone clicks on it,but it just refuses to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda like autoplay.It puts a touch of "Farhan" in the air around my blog.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&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/7579726372298894178-175834509839129713?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/175834509839129713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=175834509839129713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/175834509839129713'/><link rel='self' 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or something like that.Got to ask yourself,if you are drowning yourself in work when you are in Form 4,Whats it gonna be like NEXT year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has 525600 minutes.Thats 525600 moments to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;How else can you measure a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through daylights,through sunsets,through seasons,through cups of coffee,heck,there are so many ways to measure a year in the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going with this post?I dunno either.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just crapping up some random stuff.This post might have fried a few brain cells,heck I can smell the smoke already.But its oddly...calming.I'm getting a soothing feeling while writing this.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the air conditioning in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,I think its the air conditioning.=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;31 more weeks till November.=D&lt;div 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Abdullah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14220276624267570460</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/_UbruW3X17X4/SQypdzZGSuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jN6_81uCLp8/S220/India,Melayu,Cina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579726372298894178.post-99510816902976164</id><published>2009-03-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:13:43.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 77: Carbon Monoxide</title><content type='html'>What a week.I'm gonna miss this when school re-opens,but the thing is,I've done absolutely nothing this whole school holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,I can't stand being at home.Maybe its the air.Usj IS a heavily congested area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats the purpose of this post.I guess I just wanna add something into this blog of mine.Dun wanna leave it dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is still out of whack.I mean,its already been like what,2 weeks?It should have healed right?hehe.Tell that to my knee.It still hurts when I walk.Might be permanent.Hope its not though.How embarassing would it be if I told my kids I got a knee injury because my cats pushed me off the stairs?Kinda lame.But at the rate humans are polluting the earth,cats might just become endangered at that time,so It would be like getting chased off by an exotic animal or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;go all Rayvin and tell them "I hurt my knee playing Rugby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they dont believe me I can fold my arms and go "Seriously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when they still refuse to believe me I can give up on convincing them while cursing."Bloody Hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.Rayvin rocks that way.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are using me my dear.And I do NOT like it one bit.I might just send my cat after you.Be careful,it knows Jiu-Jitsu.Or a whacked out variation of it in which he will cut off your right ear with his aura of pure jiu-jitsuness,introduce it to your left nostril,fold it across until it reaches your RIGHT nostril,pull off your nose altogether and shove it up that place where the sun don't shine.&lt;br /&gt;He will then shove a funnel up the said place and proceed to direct boiling water through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine that mental image.Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't care anyway.I guess that makes sense.I mean,how can you use someone that you care about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to you,I present a "Very Good Morning" straight from the land in between my index and forefinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579726372298894178-99510816902976164?l=tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/feeds/99510816902976164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579726372298894178&amp;postID=99510816902976164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/99510816902976164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579726372298894178/posts/default/99510816902976164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmewhentowoah.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-77-carbon-monoxide.html' 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