tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29261817289015590962024-02-07T13:58:03.004+08:00CacatCinta"Broken for a-millionth times, yet recovered for a millionth times also. Keep hating the term "love" itself coz it seems to cause more pain than happiness.I'm just like a fried ice-cream; warm on the outside yet cold on the inside. Have a serious murderous intent that yet to be cope by many psychologists. Yet, each and every second, i wish thatsomeone that i love would love me back eventhough it's an impossible feat to achieve."Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-62359751905869799412019-08-23T11:06:00.000+08:002019-08-23T11:06:21.443+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It has been 6 years since i wrote anything here. Life has been good since the last time i am here. I have changed my job. I have a boyfriend who loves me unconditionally. I love him. So much that i just realised if recently. <div>
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Just last week Adam has stop texting and didn’t respond fo my call. I was at a gathering with a bunch of friends. That’s where i met Faiz. A young 29 years old bloke whose looks alone can make your legs feels like jelly. On top of that he has amazing personality. It goes without saying every participants in the gathering was/is interested in him. I am not excluded. </div>
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We got along well. Humbled by his looks and timid. But very keen in initiating conversation. It is as if an introverted person is struggling to understand the functionality of socialising. </div>
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Right after the gathering he kept on texting me until i realised that i am falling for him. Deeper and deeper. I am glad that i am much more matured and well experienced with this kind of things now. Cutting it off early so it wont be that severe. </div>
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It was blissfull to have someone that u had a crush on paying attention to u until u realise he didn’t like u. and that is totally fine. The emotion, feeling, the entire experience is still valuable to me. Letting me know i am still capable of falling in love. </div>
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Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-12768629026848147442013-03-10T17:57:00.001+08:002013-03-10T17:57:41.203+08:00The serenade of a broken heart<p dir=ltr>I know i didn't post anything in this blog for decades now. But today im posting basically for the sake of my own reading. Whomever stumble upon this post feel free to read though you may not understand thoroughly on what the hell is going on.</p>
<p dir=ltr>I met this guy through my housemate which my housemate is currently date his best friend or some sort. The first time i met him he was gentle, nice and reserve which immediately made me attracted to him.</p>
<p dir=ltr>Then i tried to keep myself calm and remind myself not to do anything stupid but in the end i made lame and stupid jokes which he laughed non-stop. I was glad that i can make him smile and i wish i can do that for the rest of my life back then.</p>
<p dir=ltr>After a few weeks of contemplating whether to approach him, i decided its time for me to make a move. I know i have nothing to lose hence in my mind screamed "what the heck are you waiting for?! Just go la fucker!". </p>
<p dir=ltr>I followed him in instagram which led me to his tweethandle in twitter. We 'liked' each other's pictures and retweeted each other's tweets which is the modern way of saying "hey how's it goin'?" </p>
<p dir=ltr>I took the courage to direct message him in twitter to request for his phone number for the excuse that i wanted to text him since im bored as hell (yeah i know lame excuse but at least he bought it).</p>
<p dir=ltr>So we texted day and night asking silly questions like any love struck person would ask. Hows the day, what kind of meal youve eaten, bla bla bla.... Completely boring question. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Then a few weeks later, after he came back from his holidays, we decided to meet up for an official date. We went for dinner and talk all night long. It seems that the night couldnt get any better. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Suddenly he dropped the bomb and said that he would only consider me as a friend. Since then i became restless. Uncertain. Broken hearted. This is the third time my heart was broken and shattered to pieces. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Today i've never felt so alone. Had a terrible day at the office and adding this issue on top of it is like pouring acid on an open wound. It hurts soo bad and i can't even describe how i feel right now. I can't eat. I haven't had anything since this morning. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Maybe this moment made me realised that i could never be loved by someone whom i love to begin with...</p>
Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-22265243223791786122011-01-15T16:07:00.000+08:002011-01-15T16:07:02.748+08:00Garbage DisposalSayang-Sayang Slalu!!!<br />
didn't know how to start writing after a while i haven't visit this page. i guess writing is still within my passion and so called honed skill but neglecting it has been a nuisance. <br />
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I've deleted (more like deactivated) my facebook and account and PlanetRomeo account. at first i question myself on why i did such fickle action when i'm usually not that easy to be messed with. i've always thought that i have a very solid state of mind and well equip knowledge on how to handle heartbreaks and pain. i guess i was wrong. being knowledgeable on the pains doesn't necessarily makes it go away. in fact it becomes much more painful and difficult to bear with since you're contradicting logic with your emotions. \par<br />
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i know by the time i finish writing this stupid post, i wouldn't understand a single thing i wrote, but at least i'm glad that i've written it. it all started with my bestfriend. Lets just name him ermmm... Joe. i've been close with him for about a year now. neverthought i could be close with him like this since i hated him soooo damn much for him being such an ass. literally! but i wouldn't meddle much on how i got close with him. i just need to tell that i have a bestie since my pain started from there. <br />
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you see, Joe has a boyfriend already and they're quite happy with each other. But I know Joe very well to the extend that he couldn't stay away from trouble for long. during that particular period of time, and while still attached himself with his boyfriend, he met a guy named Jack. Jack is just and average guy. nothing fancy about him. just a plain ex-teacher who is about to fall in love with the wrong guy and regret it for the rest of his life.<br />
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That particular fling went on for about a few months until Jack couldn't take it anymore since he knew all this while Joe has a boyfriend and refuses to let him go. A few episodes of drama screened and unfortunately some of it, i directed them myself. Being in control at that time, i knew what will be the consequence later on. But i choose to ignore them.<br />
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to cut the story short, they had a bad break up. I mean really bad. well one thing i forgot to mention to you guys was that i REALLY liked Jack since the beginning of time (more like since i met him). But i didn't have the courage to tell him and further more, Joe had his leash over Jacks' neck during that period of time. But after the breakup, Jack contacted me for advice and consolation. I knew i shouldn't go for it, but i just let my guard down and true enough, i fell in love with him.<br />
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He kept on calling me every day. we wouldn't miss a voice for at least a few hours. it was heaven and blissful at that time. everything just seems so right. nothing could possibly went wrong. but it did went wrong. terribly wrong. I confessed to him that i liked him and... ermmm... lets just say that the answer wasn't to my liking and all. felt like i've been dumped a gazillion times and i knew this wound won't heal that quickly. <br />
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Right after that i decided to delete my facebook and PR since i think i want to cool off from contacting any PLU's out there. i'm not saying that they're bad or anything. i didn't hold any grudge or hate. I just need to learn how to appreciate more. I need to learn how to appreciate on the little things. i used to tell myself that i have to be grateful on everything... even the little things. but my lips doesn't sync with my heart. it didn't feel right.<br />
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i hope after my disappearance in the cyberworld would make me think deeply on my current relationship with myself. i guess majority principles still stick. "learn to love your self before you can love others"<br />
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I wonder if i can make it or not...Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-10466229048416376242010-03-02T16:51:00.000+08:002010-03-02T16:51:07.920+08:00membuat duit.... mari2 join aku!yes... come and lets make money... and the best part is... we don't even have to spend a single cent... just click your way through cash!<br />
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Sayang-Sayang Slalu!!!Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-80901087089449988942009-11-06T21:01:00.000+08:002009-11-06T21:01:37.601+08:00The Interviewwoke up this morning due to a telephone ring from a friend of mine. Neo Anderson. <br />
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he called and said that someone will send an e-mail for an interview regarding lifestyle about gay man. Since i just woke up i just answered the question given :<br />
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<div style="color: yellow;">Secara jujur anda tertarik dengan lelaki yang bagaimana? Ciri-ciri mereka?<br />
</div><div style="color: red;">in general I’m attracted to masculinity and a moderate level of self confidence. Good looks is a bonus feature for me. <br />
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<div style="color: yellow;">Ceritakan tentang komuniti homoseksual di Malaysia dari segi aktiviti, tempat2 pertemuan popular, dll. <br />
</div><div style="color: yellow;">Apa yang anda selalu buat? Dimana anda selalu pergi bersama pasangan, etc?<br />
</div> <span style="color: red;">Gay people are the same as any other people. We hang out at the usual places as anybody hang out. Shopping mall, night clubs, and we even play sports. </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">As for our favourite meeting spot, it depends on the person itself. Most of us hang out at Tasik Permaisuri which is “the” place for People Like Us (PLU’s for short). But as for some of us, chilling at kopitiam and window shopping is more fun since some of us didn’t like much to expose ourself in the gay scene.</span> <br />
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<span style="color: red;">As for the moment I didn’t have any partner in my life… yet. But I used to have one and I loved him dearly. As for your question why do I choose to be gay, I’d have to say, nobody choose themselves to be gay or straight. Don’t you think it would be an easier life for us if we were straight? We don’t have to lie, pretend to be straight just to avoid the mockery that our community thrown upon us. We don’t choose this kind of lifestyle as people don’t choose to be tall or short, blue eyed or brown eyed. Heterosexual or homosexual. Yes it is awkward, but would it be better if we just pretend to be gay and get married to some innocent girl? Of course not right?</span><br />
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<div style="color: yellow;">Ramai golongan gay beri alasan ‘salakah saya suka gay?’ bila kecenderungan mereka itu dikritik. Pernahkah anda menuturkan kata-kata itu? Kepada siapa? Bila kali terakhir? <br />
</div> <span style="color: red;">To me, whenever people question my sexuality, I would ask the person back. “ do you choose yourself to be straight?” it’s as simple as that. I can’t recall when was the last time I said it. Probably a long-long time ago. </span><br />
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</div><div style="color: red;">my previous boyfriend was as Sarawakian. So he’s a Malaysian. <br />
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<div style="color: yellow;">Di Malaysia golongan sebegini tidak berapa diterima kerana kekangan agama dan budaya. Pernahkah anda terfikir untuk berhijrah ke luar negara yang menghalalkannya? dan pernahkah anda berfikir untuk berkahwin?<br />
</div><div style="color: red;">I’ve always thought of migrating to another country. But that is based on my personal problem. To me where ever you go to, there will be people who will be difficult towards you because of your sexuality. Hence running away is never a primary option for me. Getting married is every gay guys dream. We also wish everyday that one day that we will turn straight and lead a normal life. But that depends on the individual opinion I guess. <br />
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<div style="color: yellow;">Macammana permulaan cerita anda, bila anda mula menyukai lelaki? sebab2, dan bagaimana hidup anda bersama pasangan. <br />
</div><div style="color: red;">I’ve started to realized that I was gay when I was 12 years old I guess. But at that point of time I never knew such terms existed. I kept it hidden until I pursued my studies in university. <br />
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<div style="color: yellow;">Ada yang mengatakan pasangan sebegitu lebih loving, caring dari pasangan biasa. pendapat anda? Adakah anda suka tukar2 pasangan?<br />
</div><div style="color: red;">No I don’t like to exchange partners like some gay people do. All in all, gay people are just like any other people. We are the same. Some of us might be caring and loving. But some of us just a typical guy. The only difference is that we are gay. That’s all. <br />
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<div style="color: yellow;">Pernah bercinta dengan gadis sebelum ini? Pernah terfikir untuk berubah? Rasanya sampai bila anda akan mcm tu?<br />
</div><div style="color: red;">I used to have a relationship with a girl. That was when I was 17 I guess. But it didn’t work out based on obvious reason. <br />
</div><div style="color: red;">we do think of changing ourselves to be straight. And we know someday, if god’s willing, we will. We will never know how long it’s going to take for us to be gay. I guess until we didn’t like guys anymore perhaps. Ehehe<br />
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</div><div style="color: red;">I’ve never regretted that I’m gay. As for the people around me, I’m blessed to have friends that understand my situation and giving me support for all this time. <br />
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</div><div style="color: red;">I think my parents knew that I’m gay indirectly. But since we’re living in this kind of community I guess their reponses is normal for me. I guess they just need more time to educate themselves and in due time, they would understand my situation. <br />
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<span style="color: yellow;">Ramai mengatakan golongan lelaki yang berpendapatan tinggi dan ada rupa kebanyakannya terlibat dengan perkara ini. komen anda?</span> <br />
<span style="color: red;">I don’t agree with that statement. Yes, maybe most of us have good looks and yes, maybe some of us is successful in our life. But that does not apply to every single gay man in town. In the end, we’re just human. And we crave what any man crave for; being successful in life. And since we’re gay, maybe we have more understandings in the difficulties in life that we’re facing. From there we gain experience and study human behaviour at the same time. All of us would want to move forward in our life. Same as any other people</span>.Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-89993559562183336492009-11-05T23:22:00.001+08:002009-11-05T23:27:35.196+08:00Me? Sports? You gotta be kidding??<meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta><meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"></meta><meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"></meta><link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMIN%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">Yeah folks, your eyes are not fooling you. I’m currently obsessed with sports. I mean swimming specifically. It’s not for the wrong reason either. At first, I thought swimming is just a hobby that I “<i style="color: red;">suka-suka</i>” jer since I got nothing else to do besides watching youtube or entertaining my mom at home. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">Disclaimer : <i>This is just a writing form of my chamber of thoughts. It is not meant for anybody to read. But if anybody stumble upon this and got offended, then I’m so sorry dad but this is just what I think about you. If you want to take things aggressively go ahead. Be the shallow man that you are. </i></span><o:p></o:p></b><br />
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Alone. I’ve been giving some thought about the word. We always feel unhappy when the word alone somehow correlates to our lives. We don’t even want to be consorted with such word. But the more I think the more I realized that alone means <b style="color: red;">all–one</b>. It is when all your emotions comes together to talk to you personally. Anger, sadness, happiness, fear and all other emotions that you can think of at that point of time. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Whenever were alone, somehow there’s a space between yourself and your soul to communicate. Everyone talk to themselves once in a while. A common interpretation of that action is that, that man is a lonely person and the only way to cheer him up is by him talking to himself. I found out that it is not entirely true. We have to talk to ourselves especially when the situation is getting out of control. It is because only you are the person that you know best. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Before this I loathe the feeling of loneliness. I even despise just by the thought of it. I’ve been living in this life for more than 23 years. For certain people, I’m still very young. A lot of adventures in my life that I can look forward to. Experience things that I’ve never experience before. Then why do I feel awful? Why am I not feeling as young as I am? Until this day, I kept on thinking on the logic of what’s happening to me. Why am I gay? A homosexual. This is not the right thing. I kept on thinking and making myself believe that this is just a choice and I can fix this. <br />
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I’ve been battling myself about my sexuality for quite some time and I think it’s not going to end anytime soon. It’s like the battle between good and evil. My dad didn’t say anything about this. Of course. He never say anything to me ever. He just say things that he didn’t like to my mother and she will say it (<i>in a nicer way</i>) to me. He said he wanted me to change my so called ‘<i>lifestyle</i>’. He hated when I ‘<i>consorted</i>’ with gay guys. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">As usual, like any other kids, I rebelled. But not in front of him. I rebelled internally. Whenever he’s home, I just put on a poker face and trying my best to please his wishes. Well, so far he’s happy since I didn’t go out and hang out with my friends anymore. Slowly, I loose my friends. One by one. Until I’m all alone. I guess this is what he wanted. Just one question pops up in my mind. <br />
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Not even close. I know being a homosexual is wrong especially in this kind of community. Did he think I’ve never wish that I am straight? Every gay man in the world must’ve wish that every single day because we all know being straight is the best thing ever since that is the right thing to do. Being gay is not like a drug where you can starve yourself from it and hope that it would go away. Being gay is not a choice at all. It’s like your telling yourself to be who you are not. <br />
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</div><blockquote><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: red;"><b>Would you be happy if you’re lying to yourself every single minute of your life?<o:p></o:p></b><br />
</div></blockquote><blockquote><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: red;">Would you be happy if I’m lying every single minute of your life?</span><o:p></o:p></b><br />
</div></blockquote><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />
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Some people said that I’m more matured than any other man of my age to compare. Am I? or am I just saying the truth about what I saw and experienced. And whatever I’ve said is just based on the analytical review of my past experience. Based on logic and a bit of emotional cauldron. I guess he wouldn’t know how I feel. He’s lucky that he never have to experience this. He thinks that he had enough experience to stare down on other people. <br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />
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From what I’ve learned, nobody is old enough to disrespect other people. I’ve learnt it the hard way. Before I went off to college, I was a miserable kid. Then I discover life there, some were good influence, some were not so good. But hey, no matter what kind of experience they are, they are still experience to me and I’m proud to say that I enjoy savoring up each moment of those experience. Giving me lessons on the do’s and the don’ts in life. I know he’s trying to be the best father. I respect his effort on how to make me a better person. <br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />
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But he should just let me experience life up front. A person need to feel all this kind of emotions. So that one day he could differentiate each emotions and then teach his children all about them. A parents job is actually to look after their children. To teach them about life. Yes, we know that sometimes your child is doing bad things and things that you didn’t really like. But that’s what parenting for. Being there when we experience it. No matter bad or good the experience it. Supporting us when we need them the most. <br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />
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I tried to love him, but I just can’t. It even hurts me the most when I called him not long ago and he refuse to acknowledge me as his son. From that moment, I refuse to talk to him. Up until now, I never said anything towards him. If anything needed to be said, I just convey the message to my mum. But rarely that happens. <br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />
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That is why I started to jog and swim. I tried to take my mind of these things. About my sexuality. About my father. About my friends. I’ve hit rock bottom. A friend of mine mention this metaphor about life. He said that life is like a spiral. I thought I understood that already from the moment he mentioned that. But the way he explained it made everything much more clearer. He said, life is like a spiral, when we’re on top, we are really at the top of our moment. But when we fall, we fall hard. Harder than you could ever imagine. To get back up would need a tremendous amount of strength just to get yourself up for an inch. But when your going up and reach the top, your above your past achievement and you’re trying your best not to fall since if you fall, you will fall harder than before. <br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />
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I guess fell down quite hard. I’m regaining my strength to get back up. Couldn’t wait to leave this place. I have a wish that one day, I would leave him for good. Never have to see his face again. I’m thinking of a place like <st1:city st="on">London</st1:city> or maybe even <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Scotland</st1:place></st1:country-region>. A nice place to retreat myself. I don’t think I would miss him. But I will miss my mom. I love her dearly. She’s been through a lot. I guess she’s also trying to understand my situation. I didn’t say that she condones me being gay or doing bad things. It’s the way she handles it reminds me that she’s there for me no matter what. I could never trade a mother like that with anyone. <br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />
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Sometimes I wish I have amnesia or something. So that I don’t have to be gay anymore. <b style="color: red;"> </b><br />
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<b style="color: red;">Or can I?</b><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Can a person who have amnesia change his sexuality as well? I’ve never research about that yet, but I think since I’ve thought about it, then I should dig up some information on that. Maybe it could be very helpful for me as well. The more you think about it, the more it feels like an either or situation. Either you die or lose everything memories that you have as you grow up. Either way is sucks. But sacrifices have to be made to make someone satisfied right? I guess I just have to prove to him that he is still my father. <br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />
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God I wish he can see the world through my eyes. See what I see and feel what I feel. But a man can only wish. The same thing about my wish about being straight and all.<br />
</div>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-39779087862787175202009-11-01T18:08:00.000+08:002009-11-01T18:09:22.293+08:00A chapter for a friendUnrequited love is one of the greatest. It stays forever, and it never dies. One of the greatest quote that I’ve heard tonight. Heard that one of my friend is admitted to the hospital due to brain infection. It never gets to me until now that it sounds bloody serious.<br /><br />For all the time that I’m there, then it occurs to me that I’ve known that guy. We’ve hanged out. We’ve talked. We’ve even shagged before. I paused the drama that I was watching whilst reading a status updated by a friend of mine;. <span style="font-style: italic;">“…. Felt guilty unable to visit him”</span>. Now for more than ever I felt the biggest guilt conjuring inside me. Thinking what have I done. What might happen if I didn’t go there in time.<br /><br />I really liked him. I mean not in a weird way. In a friendship kind of way. We never get good friends very often, and when we do have one, we tend to keep them as long as we can. As time passed by, we’ve manage to live our lives in separate ways. We’ve lost contact. Then we kept in contact again. On and off. I’ve always known he is sick. But never could I expected that it was this serious. Then it hits me that I could have lost him forever without spending enough time with him.<br /><br />I could never forgive myself if that happens. I know I haven’t been such a great friend. We’ve not even pass the border of <span style="font-style: italic;">“best friends”</span> yet. We kept it low and simple. More than an acquaintance, less than a lover. This is the first time I write about him. I knew he wrote about me before in his previous blog which I haven’t got a chance to read it since he closed it down decades ago. I just wished he would’ve forgive me. I mean for all the stuff that I’ve done to him.<br /><br />He’s the greatest actors I knew so far. He could still laugh and fool you and still be in a great pain. I guess that’s why everybody loves him. Started out as a nerd, and now he’s a grown man. Never could’ve believe that.<br /><br />Get well soon Mr. Ameer Zachery. We all love you and keep up the courage.<br /><br />Always been here,<br /><b>Shaku</b>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-59212474534373252382009-10-29T02:22:00.004+08:002009-10-29T02:30:59.163+08:00Adam Edited<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfh5EWhPixQ8IPkaXfexyM1XUmjiXbTR0j9yc3Q1JHTRMFsXTTPTZjp5xFUJdBySQBnPjYkwyWhC9vBKUkjLq9h6A0skWUCDjjk59MkavqXLg1JHGDHCbBhGgmIceXeGjl6O6NkooHqo/s1600-h/Poyolomo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfh5EWhPixQ8IPkaXfexyM1XUmjiXbTR0j9yc3Q1JHTRMFsXTTPTZjp5xFUJdBySQBnPjYkwyWhC9vBKUkjLq9h6A0skWUCDjjk59MkavqXLg1JHGDHCbBhGgmIceXeGjl6O6NkooHqo/s400/Poyolomo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397720061455271026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHysMxMAai_pFtHXoYW3o_QGNz2B3afVDfzr4NOt1j7QT7Iu2pYiNOtUTasLInfwYE3F_jjpGBygfF5ruRnmBQxbMWOW9e-ua_x0zKM8nClHH2MFAzVmFRbDJNj74_nF0UT1pxPGpjLd4/s1600-h/ADAM.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHysMxMAai_pFtHXoYW3o_QGNz2B3afVDfzr4NOt1j7QT7Iu2pYiNOtUTasLInfwYE3F_jjpGBygfF5ruRnmBQxbMWOW9e-ua_x0zKM8nClHH2MFAzVmFRbDJNj74_nF0UT1pxPGpjLd4/s400/ADAM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397719280724016162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7Tjrrok1fs5rY6NbPcKWcU_tXdZgSIlBrLi8qsxTrRcwv48R4zCLIW8G_YuLT6UKkIyjn8gL3iY1uf23E4_qafUL6ybmXogWCIVnLlaKR36x8cfZJDn5Sqe8lul7MneQA0Wim4mo0I0/s1600-h/ADAM+PLAYGROUND.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7Tjrrok1fs5rY6NbPcKWcU_tXdZgSIlBrLi8qsxTrRcwv48R4zCLIW8G_YuLT6UKkIyjn8gL3iY1uf23E4_qafUL6ybmXogWCIVnLlaKR36x8cfZJDn5Sqe8lul7MneQA0Wim4mo0I0/s400/ADAM+PLAYGROUND.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397718820774735074" border="0" /></a>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-78643903731814303842009-09-20T03:34:00.005+08:002009-09-20T03:48:06.678+08:00Red Vs Blue ( By RoosterTeeh)Yeah guys!<br /><br />currently i'm freakin obsessed watching <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Red</span> vs <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Blue</span> from <a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com">youtube</a>. They're hilarious and furthermore they're actually in their 5th season right now which is totally COOL!!!!<br /><br />i pasted the first episode just for you guys to watch<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9BAM9fgV-ts&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9BAM9fgV-ts&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />yeah, i opened a twitter account just for the guys who's actually reading this saying that blogger is actually lame... (<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >personally i think maybe you guys just started to learn how to read... hence the level of comprehension for people like 'you guys' might not reach the level for bloggers like us... as a blogger, i would try to understand your situation and pity you for not being educated in earlier times since your mom might be too stupid to educate you guys!</span>)<br /><br />yeah... about the twitter webby, just click <a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://twitter.com/cacatcinta">here</a> to get to the website. And for the mentally retarded, don't worry, i will put a hyperlink in my website just in case you can't find where's "here" is.<br /><br />i guess that's it then. Dunno what else to spill my brains on this crappy pc.<br /><br />C ya!Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-72553443752515888912009-07-07T17:58:00.006+08:002009-07-07T18:23:33.680+08:00Hanging out with AdamAfter a year of silence i guess this is the time for me to keep track of my blogging days.<br /><br />spent my time with my lovely nephew...<br /><br />don't want to write much... so here goes. hahahaks<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBFwqYg7Jl7O7RbEHeA3BuQaa4hAZwzwXcglPymE4IwQapXvdJGOWzn8jfTitsSzz-moly6f08UiNWMZWpHC5MrmrLbrIJsXFOx3PO5W57aju7Nz76V7yt_jOw7f0j2qbwJHSm7Gh7EvE/s1600-h/DSC02716.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBFwqYg7Jl7O7RbEHeA3BuQaa4hAZwzwXcglPymE4IwQapXvdJGOWzn8jfTitsSzz-moly6f08UiNWMZWpHC5MrmrLbrIJsXFOx3PO5W57aju7Nz76V7yt_jOw7f0j2qbwJHSm7Gh7EvE/s320/DSC02716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355657414614176370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuH-eDWjf1RVsRX1UmI946hBX6bAbZI9HuuaQRowm5Xe4gvRmSWwSyZiAliqhrnGWpF3dthNcOzSHm7oFa2cCjPN4G2hypnY7K1DcA0T7f1sGgz0EZC_hgsHEuGqD2HT-VizL4K2mHQ8/s1600-h/DSC02724.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuH-eDWjf1RVsRX1UmI946hBX6bAbZI9HuuaQRowm5Xe4gvRmSWwSyZiAliqhrnGWpF3dthNcOzSHm7oFa2cCjPN4G2hypnY7K1DcA0T7f1sGgz0EZC_hgsHEuGqD2HT-VizL4K2mHQ8/s320/DSC02724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355659177123657730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyOSH6W06NtcT2MsjKmXLC1VNfZhxITIr6tVspT7SutMOf83CBNR6-Fcg8bjE7pmZKy-84LWSR89DY5pllSS5HX3ms-We5Gwg0t7reGRlglbCUmXE4ABDzl_1qtXNxszJMf_GNVTemhU/s1600-h/DSC02725.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyOSH6W06NtcT2MsjKmXLC1VNfZhxITIr6tVspT7SutMOf83CBNR6-Fcg8bjE7pmZKy-84LWSR89DY5pllSS5HX3ms-We5Gwg0t7reGRlglbCUmXE4ABDzl_1qtXNxszJMf_GNVTemhU/s320/DSC02725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355660512472113618" border="0" /></a>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-81251890684124995002008-07-27T20:24:00.002+08:002008-07-27T20:43:17.304+08:00RetrochronoatriumBeing in love has soooo many obstacles that i have to understand and overcome. But being in love also made me realize that i've been abandoning my frens quite a lot. It's not because he didn't allow me to hang out (technically... maybe so) but it's just with the work and all made my time with my friends a bit limited.<br /><br />Today actually was just a normal boring day. I switched on my YM and just chat with my close frens for a while. But then someone start to pop-up under "my online list".<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">IT'S SUPERMAN!</span></span><br /></div><br />Damn, why the hell after so long of missing in action, he went visible on me.<br /><br />I ignored him at first, but he buzzes me so many times that i have to comply with a reply. After chatting with him for quite a while, listening to him explaining and what not, i realised that i still have the same feeling towards him as last time.<br /><br />That is <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">NOT GOOD!</span> I have someone right now, and why <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">NOW</span> you appear back into my life and wrote on your status message " I think i like you lois, marry me?" Fuck men!<br /><br />Who would've thought The Great Superman return from the dead...<br /><br />Now i'm confused.....Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-30290266846900200052008-07-26T16:14:00.001+08:002008-07-26T16:15:40.894+08:00Erk....<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1OY7IQtyfHs_rreDE3xUrpIgOp46lLTLHFYzvyvnSUlwgppt5O-pQ-dUk9QKA3wHp8C-URWxxoaiTmgefhayFhA5okWAYFM-FabwNwnlSeo2BuSGhGR8lHhd9yva4CC-o7spKy4_bhw/s1600-h/pedro+shoes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC1OY7IQtyfHs_rreDE3xUrpIgOp46lLTLHFYzvyvnSUlwgppt5O-pQ-dUk9QKA3wHp8C-URWxxoaiTmgefhayFhA5okWAYFM-FabwNwnlSeo2BuSGhGR8lHhd9yva4CC-o7spKy4_bhw/s320/pedro+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227233403823992322" border="0" /></a>Got this... So happy!<br /></div>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-83571829014819498442008-07-26T16:05:00.002+08:002008-07-26T16:09:53.827+08:00Question<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiER7AKsQMGUc8ZFFXGNr-KN8SgC_rOmFIkM6LiJ5XgG1zi1yRxW556KAKgY7CN3qHszZOxBTWJbEyV0QD2JGzcwZo4Qlz_Xc6ZGXjlfGMMIe3tJnhXBeKHLtb8bghXLaIG6Sk9ILNWrUc/s1600-h/Image092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiER7AKsQMGUc8ZFFXGNr-KN8SgC_rOmFIkM6LiJ5XgG1zi1yRxW556KAKgY7CN3qHszZOxBTWJbEyV0QD2JGzcwZo4Qlz_Xc6ZGXjlfGMMIe3tJnhXBeKHLtb8bghXLaIG6Sk9ILNWrUc/s320/Image092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227231960197029122" border="0" /></a><br />If people said LOVE is one of the most beautiful event that would occur in your life,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">WHY THE HELL DOES IT HURT SO BAD??????</span></span><br /></div>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-68987333770210853022008-07-20T18:40:00.002+08:002008-07-20T18:52:15.395+08:00Not another comeback...I'm soo sorry to all my loyal readers who's been pushing me to update this blog which i've almost forgotten about it. It's not like i don't have the stories to tell, but I just couldn't find the time to do any writing with this <span style="font-weight: bold;">NEW</span> job i've enrolled myself in, and, further more, my sis knew about this blog, so i couldn't just simply write like i use to be. Usage of words have to be carefull since i know she'll be reading this particular post. Hahahahaks..<br /><br /><br />Anyways, just a few highlights i'd like to share with you guys:<br /><br />1) I'm now working in Menara HLA, with Vsource ( now known as Symphony) which is a Business Process Outsourcing Company and I'm in the PACS (Prudential Assurance Company Singapore) Project.<br /><br />2) Since i'm working now, i've "Paused" my studies until further notice since i'm enrolling myself to study Finance in a local college. Still scouting for the right college to enroll in.<br /><br />3) I'm also currently NOT single anymore until further notice <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >*bleh??*</span> hahahksssss. Try to be a loyal husband right now. Now my relationship is getting to the 5th month. So i guess this is the one... kot. hahahks<br /><br />I guess that's just a few hightlights that i can think of now. I missed writing this blog. Hope to hear from you guys soon.<br /><br />Long live Raja Petra!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />CiaozzCacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-5015437295290508432008-05-24T07:32:00.002+08:002008-05-24T08:04:40.381+08:00A date with Superman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEh5LiUL9m_VgXgYxFnCU6k3oHwz48wB6Ba6U2rbiKf9iYKJrI-IayLObvOOiQB5tJuUMkUoB1QDO9B_D9UVy9DjtrSQDWGIgZzGgjCa_MFTcrVN41NwPFQTt4KevOB_76JZvRu56d8c4/s1600-h/Image316.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEh5LiUL9m_VgXgYxFnCU6k3oHwz48wB6Ba6U2rbiKf9iYKJrI-IayLObvOOiQB5tJuUMkUoB1QDO9B_D9UVy9DjtrSQDWGIgZzGgjCa_MFTcrVN41NwPFQTt4KevOB_76JZvRu56d8c4/s320/Image316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203728330517940466" border="0" /></a><br />Yesterday was like any other day for me except when i woke up i got a message from <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Clark Kent</span>.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Clark Kent</span> : <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">"Would you go out with me tonight? :-P"</span><br /><br />At first i was a bit confused since he mentioned to me the day before that he wanted to watch <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Indiana Jones</span> with his friend and he already bought the tickets last Wednesday. So I asked :<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Me</span>: <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">"I thought you're watching Indy Jones tonite wif ur pal?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Clark Kent</span>: <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">"Just come will ya?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Me</span>: <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">" Ok, what time?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Clark Kent</span>: <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">"Just be at Pavilion before 11. I'll send you home afterwards. And wear something that will warm you up"</span><br /><br />I have a funny feeling about this <span style="font-style: italic;">'<span style="font-weight: bold;">date</span>'</span>. I dunno why. So i came down wearing my TZ Factory long sleeve sweater T-shirt with my 2-piece jeans to go with it. Sure warm me up as hell if u ask me. As i arrive, he already waited for me at Starbucks holding his cup of java with his pink stripe collared t-shirt with his super-faded jeans. He looked nice in those.<br /><br />As i shook his hand, he told me to sit down first since he said we're still early. I was like still in suspicious on this <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">'date'</span>. Then he said:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CK</span>: <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">" Actually there was no friend. I bought the tickets for us actually."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Me</span>: <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">" Why didn't you told me earlier?!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CK</span>: <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">" I was thinking of surprising u, and i think i succeeded in that i suppose"</span><br /><br />I dunno how to react. But all i know is that i'm so fcuking happy when he did that. One thing I forgot to mention that he's a bit <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">corny</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">cheesy</span>. No. He's <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" >VERY</span> corny and cheesy, which i think that is why i fell for him at first.<br /><br />The night went tremendously well even though I've expect otherwise. We were holding hands for the entire movie, and in between, we stole glances at each other. I dunno why but it seems i haven't felt this way for ages. I've never been this happy all my life.<br /><br />Later on we had our supper at <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A&W</span>, Taman Jaya. It's a pity though he had to dash early that night since he has to send his friend to the bus station on the next day in the morning. He sent me home later on.<br /><br />I shook his hand before i got off the car. I was wishing for a kiss at that time, but considering it was too open in the public, i know i'm hoping for something near impossible. I held his hand for quite a moment until i realize that i might want to steal his hand as well. I tried to let it go but he tighten his grasp just before he let go.<br /><br />I walk down the corridors still thinking about the long awaited kiss. God I'm pathetic....Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-19780888266618670272008-05-23T05:39:00.004+08:002008-05-23T06:12:20.995+08:00Tag from Paris Hilton<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWh0QaLY3IHwZn9dvBI8DMnD2RDM3C6JDSWeV1qQsaSYe3NXstV2-i1gg0ba8YP8B6CZKfgWtz4AlLnXUn14IRskXGGWcTJIddU9GXds_RMaSBdrXG7xNf7YNUmPiZ823QPXmNHha3T70/s1600-h/Image403.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWh0QaLY3IHwZn9dvBI8DMnD2RDM3C6JDSWeV1qQsaSYe3NXstV2-i1gg0ba8YP8B6CZKfgWtz4AlLnXUn14IRskXGGWcTJIddU9GXds_RMaSBdrXG7xNf7YNUmPiZ823QPXmNHha3T70/s320/Image403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203328116875364578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 minit yang lalu, apa anda buat?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ngan </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://y2gay.blogspot.com/">[Y]</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">. Telling him about my Superman</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 jam yang lalu ape yang anda buat?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Had a drink ngan </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.parishilton.com/">Paris Hilton</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> kat Tiffany's. We had a heart to heart talk about our love life and at the same time usha mamat yang berbaju hijau. LOL!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 hari yang lalu, ape yang anda buat?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Went out with Mr. Clark Kent. The best day of my life.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 jam lagi apa anda akan buat?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Waiting for Mr. Clark Kent to call me before he's off to save lives <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >*wink</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 hari lagi apa anda akan buat?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Watch Indiana Jones with Mr. Clark Kent. Getting excited every minute of it</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 orang yang terakhir sms kamu?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"Superman"</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Orang yang terakhir menelefon kamu?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.parishilton.com/">Paris Hilton</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">. Asking me out for breakfast at Tiffany's *<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >brangan!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 makanan yang baru dibeli</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Nestle Strawberry Yogurt. Just to maintain my model-like figure. Konform ade orang muntah dengar statement nieh. hahahks</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 barang yang baru hilang</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A box full of my precious collectable lighters. Damn...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 cerita yang baru ditonton</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Grey's Anatomy Season 4 Episode 14. Kepada yang tahu apa yang berlaku pada episod nieh, pepaham jer la kenapa aku tgk episod nieh <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >*wink!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 hal yang terakhir digosipkan</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.parishilton.com/">Paris Hilton</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> and her future lover</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 kata yang ingin diluahkan</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Marry me...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br />1 buku yang sudah dibaca</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sex, Lies and Online Dating by Rachel Gibson. I think it's time for me to return this book to the</span><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://altantuyafeels.blogspot.com/"> owner</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">. LOL!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 penyakit yang sering datang</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Heartache. Having it right now. Apparently, people are still looking for the cure. <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >*sigh</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">1 keinginan</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Get married with Mr. Clark Kent <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >*feeling sangat nehhhhhh</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br />So i tag<br /><br />1. <a href="http://altantuyafeels.blogspot.com/">AJ</a><br />2. <a href="http://ameerzachery.blogspot.com/">AmeerZachery</a><br />3. <a href="http://theothersideofamzar.blogspot.com/">Amzar</a>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-21650431751759447622008-05-23T05:18:00.003+08:002008-05-23T05:23:47.852+08:00Take me with you to Planet Krypton<object height="80" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qy7HIDYM3-"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qy7HIDYM3-" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="80" width="300"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/m4lifek/music/nQR9iguW/regina_spektor_the_call/">The Call - Regina Spektor</a></object><br /></div><br /><br />It started out as a feeling<br />Which then grew into a hope<br />Which then turned into a quiet thought<br />Which then turned into a quiet word<br /><br />And then that word grew louder and louder<br />'Til it was a battle cry<br />I'll come back<br />When you call me<br />No need to say goodbye<br /><br />Just because everything's changing<br />Doesn't mean it's never been this way before<br />All you can do is try to know who your friends are<br />As you head off to the war<br /><br />Pick a star on the dark horizon<br />And follow the light<br />You'll come back when it's over<br />No need to say goodbye<br /><br />You'll come back when it's over<br />No need to say goodbye<br /><br />Now we're back to the beginning<br />It's just a feeling and no one knows yet<br />But just because they can't feel it too<br />Doesn't mean that you have to forget<br /><br />Let your memories grow stronger and stronger<br />'Til they're before your eyes<br />You'll cone back<br />When they call you<br />No need to say goodbye<br /><br />You'll come back<br />When they call you<br />No need to say goodbye<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">------------------------------------------------<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Your existence in my life makes me realize that I'm alive for the first time</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-17354303044279170542008-05-21T20:04:00.002+08:002008-05-21T20:07:49.577+08:00Screaming HeartI just couldn't take it anymore. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Love sucks</span></span>. It helps if i have any pointers on how to handle it. Most people say experience is the only way out. But i guess, learning from my experience which is not so much just not enough.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">HELP ME READERS!!!!!</span></span><br /></div>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-83694979302746596252008-05-19T16:19:00.003+08:002008-05-19T16:30:56.945+08:00The Return Of Cinta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCupFZctNpnTe1GRMTOhDpa3UMQ-GJSX5xWq6m34a5KgBwXlHTwfurFFoE0gIsK7lCR4i6KqApBFb7RpO0mIJTT2de1jVWMx-2amnA6qjWUY2dCjJrAFgma9rg_ATnQ8GH1xMLaZcg_Zw/s1600-h/i-love-you-i-hate-you.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCupFZctNpnTe1GRMTOhDpa3UMQ-GJSX5xWq6m34a5KgBwXlHTwfurFFoE0gIsK7lCR4i6KqApBFb7RpO0mIJTT2de1jVWMx-2amnA6qjWUY2dCjJrAFgma9rg_ATnQ8GH1xMLaZcg_Zw/s320/i-love-you-i-hate-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202003193267829682" border="0" /></a><br />Damn... i try to avoid this kind of postings, but all this time, since my disappearance in this blogging world, this is all I've been thinking about. I mean the thing that i hate the most came back to my life... <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">again</span>...<br /><br />Now i feel i wanna curse, i wanna swear, i wanna kick-ass!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I HATE FALLING IN LOVE</span><br /></div><br />What is happening to me? i thought a guy like me is impossible to fall in love. I know the idea of being in love is <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">beauti-FOOL</span> and all, but i just like to face to the facts that things isn't always what it said in the story book. You won't always get your "<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">happy ending</span>". Sometimes (maybe all the time for me) the ending is something that i feared the most to happen.<br /><br />But why must there must be a sweet, decent, cute and dreamy guy suddenly appear in my life. Why must he be there??????????<br /><br />i'm so fcukin confuse right now. i can't think straight. I just don't want to see him for now...Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-51508007931913950932008-05-15T16:00:00.003+08:002008-05-15T16:12:24.676+08:000<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" ><blockquote>-My 2lbs is EMPTY-</blockquote></span><br /></div>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-57306122745896969862008-05-06T12:16:00.002+08:002008-05-06T13:39:54.146+08:00Sickening!salam sayang semua,<br /><br />matila kene carut ngan <a href="http://goddessofnature.blogspot.com/">Isis</a> ngan <a href="http://adamdryx.blogspot.com/">Adam Dryx </a>nanti sebab tiru tag line diorang. LOL!<br />Anyways aku kat sini nak mintak ampun dan maaf kepada all my loyal readers kerana sudah lama tidak menghudate inniew blog. Di harap anda semua tidak mati kebusanan tanpa maklumat yang terkini daripada aku eak. <span style="font-size:78%;"><em>*matilaaa feeling sangat nehhh!</em></span><br /><br />Anyways, as most of u tau, i've been recently sakit gile babas tahap max nye. Viral fevel is not something i "<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>love</strong></span>" in the kinds of fever that i've had before this. In fact, it is the worst one with the headaches, the nausea, irregular menstrual cycle<em> <span style="font-size:78%;">*<span style="color:#ff0000;">ada....???</span></span></em> and in addition with all the typical feverish-symptoms.<br /><br />Gosh... this is the worst weekend ever!<br /><br />But then again, masih mampu menggigihkan diri turun <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>LaQueen</strong></span> and semalam membersihkan rumah kakak <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Rino</strong></span> kita yang baru saja pindah ke rumah baru walaupun hakikatnya ia hanyalah sekentut sahaja dari rumah lamanya... LOL!<br /><br />Malam tue plak bleh berkaraoke plak ngan diorang sume... memang <strong>NoUyA</strong> habis la pale otak aku... dengan tak makan obat nye lagi... memang <span style="color:#ff0000;">HAUSSSSS</span> hidup aku!<br /><br />anyways inniew la saje laporan untuk hari nie...<br />sekian<br />tima kacih!<br />lap uolzCacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-65705088704161726122008-04-27T18:47:00.005+08:002008-04-27T19:10:38.305+08:00Career PathAlhamdulillah, as most of you have heard, I've finally got a job. I'm currently working as a <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Membership Consultant</span> at <a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://www.wmackl.com/">World Martial Art Center</a>. The job is pretty tough at first when you dealing about sales. The worst part i've heard that i have to make at least 30 sales this month if i wanna keep the job.<br /><br />But i kept on being optimistic since i think this is the opportunity for me to promote <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >*sempat lagi tue nak jual kannn.... hehehe...*</span> this facility to hadek2 yang teringin sangat nak menari ala-ala latin ghittew. Sebab facility nie memang die ade offer dance class jugak. Some of them are <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">MTV dance</span>, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">H</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ip-Hop Dance</span>, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Latin Dance</span> and <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Belly Dance</span> (<a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://y2gay.blogspot.com/">[Y]</a>'s Favourite)<br /><br />Beside's that kitorang pon ade offer martial arts yang aku rase teramat la geranddd. Sebabnye kitorang ade <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">FENCING</span></span> UolZZ!!!!! aku tak penah2 nak tau kat mane laaa ade kelas fencing and <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Kendo</span></span>, last2 kat tempat keje aku sendrik! memang best sundellsss... Lagik2 ade <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Capoeira</span>.. mane la aku tak melompat kegirangan! LOL!<br /><br />But undeniably, the job is <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">HARD</span></span>. Penat sundels nak kuar and collect people's information and all. But it all worth while la. At least i'm doing something i love for once.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrg5O7s-cFNiH0xS1IhY7qrgKXs8JRH0RAkrbuGk0ZB0o1voYKzsL_M7uo33udlOuLrrxGVyFcHHbBikRV34aDvcCFOuNTapKrqKl7362oprw8SMB-EDXa1Ek74zDPwo08n0e0fIdHOgw/s1600-h/15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrg5O7s-cFNiH0xS1IhY7qrgKXs8JRH0RAkrbuGk0ZB0o1voYKzsL_M7uo33udlOuLrrxGVyFcHHbBikRV34aDvcCFOuNTapKrqKl7362oprw8SMB-EDXa1Ek74zDPwo08n0e0fIdHOgw/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193879041140064418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Tapi yang penting, slalu lepak kat shower room die sebab ramai sungguh mat saleh yang join and slalunye petang2 diorang akan take a shower... so ape lagik! cuci mata la sunds! dah la cando2! aku bahagia!<br /><br />So kalo mau join inniew tempat silalah call kite eak. No tipon akan diberi upon request.. ghittew! hahahksCacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-90979822430432062262008-04-22T22:02:00.004+08:002008-04-22T22:32:14.141+08:00"Musicians are the architects of heaven." - Bobby McFerrin<div><div><div>The other day i went to one of the small gig that was held in Central Market, Annexe Building. After waiting for hours, we found out that the gig was canceled. I wasn't that frustrated though since i'm not into those sort of thing. But we still hang at the same place, praying if there's a misunderstanding.</div><br /><div>I think God answered our prayers since some of the bands insisted on playing. Manage to snap few pics with them anyways</div></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192076288747110514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhwe1bxBAY_EffheJhCeaCa1piaYtIFEFPRmxDKcdJPMY0CMzixxjLsZU6Mz41FfGZFZr8NtgcFd7K0kBgl3PLZD3NYx-kN3kU-2gVpYouC8nMRilejk27PhyphenhyphenR_75lxQzoceHub4qqU4/s320/_MG_0087.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">Love Me Butch</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192076705358938242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2x4wjDaUvrRQp6ROxwVQtI2vB17UWikz01aDpZKpUXZfQJ_6h9Od6ydOgUYfK7zd7Msk1bNnDZaIhqewdg6UI5TquYqIkm_28yGCWulr3XKthfY15Hq6AjAI-Z_KnGE3Gqy7rqLJffc/s320/_MG_0134.jpg" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192077199280177298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxEkoI8WmbXI4zrVGKqftUPLdbY1Txyo19cz0XpC_c8Eq4oCCIrTz5v7ofPdgrMBp1n4sCeRUK1IBf9jaaZ1c9sBTTu5gwi0qDxYS2aN2X_zksfiZgHrGA8FEw5UKG-gbT0i3uq0IWnM/s320/_MG_0184edited.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2926181728901559096.post-26724228792998799032008-04-22T12:43:00.008+08:002008-04-22T19:48:20.983+08:00"The production of too many useful things results in too many useless people." -Karl Marx-Haiyooohh... sudah lame aku tak menghupdate inniew blog. Dah nampak sawang-sawang berterabur kat sini. Biase la. Been busy with the job-hunt and all. So takdak mase nak menghupdate inniew blog uolz! Lagi-lagi frust dengan kes <a href="http://cacatcinta.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-is-no-such-crime-as-crime-of.html">polis</a> aritue yang masih tak dapat dilupakan. LOL! And i just found out that my sis read this blog actually! I was like.. matilaaaa!!!!! <div></div><div>Okok. Takmo melalut. Actually aku menghupdate blog nie pon sbb nak membalas tagguei <a href="http://nadzeem.blogspot.com/">nadzeem</a> lahanat ittew! hiks!</div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">RULES</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>Name 4 Things That Need To Be Invented</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>Name 4 Things That Should Never Have Been Invented</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>Name 3 Things I do not know about you</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>Name 5 Snacks you enjoy</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Name 4 Things That Need To Be Invented</span></div><div></div><div></div><div>1. I would like to call it " <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>The Glam&Fab Machine</strong></span>". Since we live in an era where time is so scarce, we hardly have time to stylize ourselves or in this particular entry... ME! By having this machine, i just get in the wardrobe-look-alike machine and with just a click of a button... <em>VOILA</em>! I'm faboulous in no time! There's no need to buy clothes at designer boutique anymore. You can just have that machine do it for you! LOL!</div><div><br /></div><div>2. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>Pintu Suka Hati</strong></span>. Macam dalam Doraemon tue. You just say which ever place that you desire to go and you'll be there in no time. With just a simple twist of the knob u can go to Hawaii in just seconds!</div><div><br /></div><div>3. <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;">Telepathic-Telekinesis Helmet</span></strong>. This one i like the most. You can practically control anything in this world. There are some scientific explaination on how it works but i dun want to go into details since korang pon bukan nak bace sangat kan! LOL! Since i have this helmet bleh la tau orang mane yang <em>taste</em> kat kite atau tidak and kalo aku <em>taste</em> kat die... <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>awassss laaa!!!</strong></span> hahahks</div><div><br /></div><div>4. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>World Peace</strong></span>. I dunno if anybody can invent world peace. Tapi kalo ade, this is the one that i'm willing to spend billions of dollars to get this thing. <span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"><em>*miss world pnye jawapan sangat.... matilaaa feeling lebeh!</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Name 4 Things That Should Never Have Been Invented</span></div><div><br /></div><div>1. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>Money</strong></span>. Yeah i know it eases us to trade and all, but don't you think money is just a media to get sumthing that you want. So let say it has never been invented and people never knew of bartering, then everything is free and hence you don't have anything to worry bout right? hahahaks.... AS IF!</div><div><br /></div><div>2. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>Drugs</strong></span>. Seriously, If they didn't invent harmful drugs, I wouldn't get arrested in the first place! <em>SENTAP!</em></div><div><br /></div><div>3. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>Pants</strong></span>. So that every hunks out there just walk around with their sexy undies! Sanggup posing di dpn rumah hari2 kalo camtuh! hahahaks</div><div></div><div>4. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong>Birokrasi</strong></span>. Ntah la, why ur information should be passed around few hundreds of times when u can just past that information straight to the person in the first place. Dammit!</div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Name 3 Things I do not know about you</span></div><div></div><div align="center">1. I'm surprisingly romantic</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">2. I eat A LOT!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">3. I love everybody... <em><span style="font-size:78%;">*<span style="color:#33ffff;">salah konsep kot...matilaaaa statement pelach sangat</span></span></em></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Name 5 Snacks you enjoy</span></div><div></div><div align="center">1. Chipsmore</div><div align="center">- anykind of flavor. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">2. Mars Bar</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">3. Snickers</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">4. Pringles - Yeah i like it... SOOO WAT???!!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">5. Sushi <em>*<span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"> I consider it as a healthy snack.. dun u think so? hahaks</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>TAGGING</strong></span></div><div></div><div align="center">1. <a href="http://www.ameerzachery.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Ameerzachery</span></a></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192028554480582706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBXVGOb8uPKnLO6fxj5VxergKtEmKxopDpBoqtbktMQ5dpAuVmV8FBW8mGz8OGjxAOZNZFBIsE-w7J6gTYAMGOt0mlCofcgivbfGXwZdAIdpKz8G1_8aw0Txhcq4s8l94bpykrscAU5w/s320/Ameerzacher.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">2. <a href="http://www.ajbluestar2u.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ffff;">AJ a.k.a Altantuya Jenkins</span></a></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192028799293718594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFwzb9RY9u4wcNBX41EbbQvvoiWAycSghgj25Nl41bo4qVjr9adVGr45_qAp1kLy7oJ1omrqQ8B71GFQCEYZsxeouGOgXetplYwQH_Zp7gtlX7mzsLp6yFZo9tjFxqbX7FNuWr8zv-7YM/s320/AJ.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">3. <a href="http://www.louiemal.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Louie</span></a></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192029069876658258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmP1Sg0699gvo1RUWMGguKUprSwU-ulwcQD5SKAMyz9lwRNplknWSrZuoyJ30ZL7ArpadqezTr6VNidTsrewo08R9AmHgbVEyGmL2am_CAKQ_TFwPN0kjJeHXboUfMKQkETm6NtJpGM_s/s320/Louie.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">4. <span style="color:#33ffff;">[Y]</span><a href="http://y2gay.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#33ffff;"> darklighter</span></a></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192029950344953954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72fMewa1_UUoqL_uTcXRZs2gCTg3x6e54H3CCmEEisrIcq4WciUu5mP-rg9V-7ofLIuca5-tY_dGH3DvG0rnZHQyEaGYaK0ABioUKBGfVekQbP_9cjpztbexTSkNw8YmqKe8dzUTYxg4/s320/Y.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div></div>Cacat Cintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09844944337921856284noreply@blogger.com1