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The fight amongst political parties in malaysia is mostly about race and religion.&lt;br /&gt;
The malays, chinese, indians, and other fraction of race and ethnics in malaysia is still the trump card for all the politicians involved. The federal constitution favours malays since they're the majority and its pretty obvious that those who didn't have 'melayu' on their identity card suffers some kind of oppression in a lot of ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe that all of them will stick together once the immigrants are flooding malaysia just like what happened to most european countries.&lt;br /&gt;
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But looking at different side of views, this race and ethnics game will be be one of the most depressing issues that the government will have to tackle since favouritism have its on ways to reach to the top.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the way to see the structure of this race and ethnicity is the big companies' and our very own country's ministers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spare the Malaysian Malaysia bullshit since that connotation is only suitable in the theory of racial blending. Its like dreaming for an utopia. &amp;nbsp;Accept the fact that the minority will always usually be oppressed. its happening around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nationalism might be the one holding us all together by casting off those racial and religion debacle that is happening within the current situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Godspeed Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;
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Lately, aku rasa hidup aku kekurangan konflik. Konflik konflik yang sedia ada dalam tangan tunggu masa nak diselesaikan. Aku rasa ni lah masalahnya bila hidup takde konflik. Kepala jadi tepu. Sebab gene and bloodline aku memang suka selesaikan masalah. Tak kira la masalah siapa. Aku rasa ni la masalah masalah adiwira dalam komik. Dia nak selesaikan semua masalah dalam dunia ni, dengan harapan dunia ni akan jadi aman tanpa konflik, walhal konflik tu lah yang menghidupkan manusia. Sampai satu masa, aku rasa konflik pun takut nak cari pasal dengan aku.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tapi keadaan ni sekejap je aku rasa, tak lama lagi konflik datang ler mencurah curah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Omputih kata, "be careful what you wish for". Aku kata "bring it on".&lt;br /&gt;
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So, untuk tidak membuang masa, aku menasihatkan diri sendiri dan semua orang untuk menghargai masa lapang tanpa konflik ni. Tak pun pergi main badminton sepam dua kasi badan bersenam sikit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao&lt;br /&gt;
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Truth be told, i'm the guy who'd be telling things straight to your face.&lt;br /&gt;
I dislike the idea of thinking about how you feel, moreover when it involves an advice seeking, from a friend to a friend. I am loud when it comes to this particular subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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But yeah, a lot of negative vibes will arise later on whether we like it or not because honesty never really please the fuck out of any sane mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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The mind won't work that well if we are in our defensive mode.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anything and everything anybody say, even though it is in a very calm situation will be misplaced and misunderstood abhorrently if you set your mind to be as defensive as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;
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So i tried, i changed, converting into someone who would be listening to problems, yappings and mumble jumble to understand the situation. Friends do what friends supposed to do. This is one of the social responsibility i've been practicing all my life, to be there when you need, and to help when you need.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still, people think i'm not giving attention to whatever the fuck they're trying to say to me although i'm all ears.&lt;br /&gt;
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The thing is, you will never satisfy anyone the way they want it. Nothing is good enough for anybody. Doesn't matter who the fuck you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can never recover the cost of a friendship, if you are the type of a person who'd treat friendship as something more precious than any objects in this world.&lt;br /&gt;
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To those who stayed loyal, godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;
To those who betrayed, still, godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I live in the millenia in which it is so frustrating to have no cash in your stash.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike my mom n my dad's time in which they can buy a 5cents nasi lemak that could fill their stomach properly. I kinda hate the current nasi lemak. Nasi lemak nowadays costs me 10bucks. From 5cents to 10bucks, how worst can they be? The ingredient and its proportions is nowhere near grandeur yet i have to pay the premium price. Fuck. i wouldnt whine much if it is sumptuous but some of them does not tasted like nasi lemak, at all. What, u can't afford to fill in a proper coconut milk in it?&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom once told me money is not everything. I beg to differ and told her that the sentence she told me is not pragmatic the day we're living in now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to crush my brain to have to think of how she can happily live eventhough there's no luxury surrounding her and her sibling. I sure have a lot of uncles and aunties coz yeah, what do you expect from them oldies? I highly respect some of them for having the will, courage n financial ability to have dozens of children and can still feed them. That, was amazing and is still amazing to me. Imagine a current families having 12 children these days. I bet some of them will be crooks. Seriously. That's some of the reasons why i'm against polygamy and i'm up for controlled pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had these conversation of how i am against polygamy with her and she told me she is amazed, because i'm a guy and i'm against the idea of polygamy. I don't know mom, things are not that easy nowadays, so i have to stand upon my principles (yeah right, wait till u get filthy rich and be one of them, son).&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah fuck it. I'm going to be rich tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
Ah fuck tomorrow. Don't fill my tomorrow with sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you cant find any sense in this shit, go read something else. I seriously am here now for myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I watched &amp;nbsp;a lot of movies, i live a billion lives.&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been planning and thinking of buying a house for meself in the future. But upon reading lots of articles about the current issues in properties and wages, aku garu kepala.&lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly, who wants to live in a small cubicle or flats or apartments with high density population? That, was the first thing buzzing around my head since, you know, lotsa people wanted a house with its own land, right? &amp;nbsp; But then, i cant say much. The amount of the salary and the need to buy a house seems conflicting with each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dari dulu til now, lotsa people think fresh grads who can earn somewhere around 3k is considered banyak, wahlao. This is insane. This has never changed sampai sekarang. Talking to my mum about this wont work, because she says she only gets 300 bucks monthly as a civil servant, a looooooooong time ago. Not a fruitful conversation but still i love talking to her. Comparing 300 dulu and now is not smart. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm foreseeing myself having tons of loans, for important stuff lah, not for credit cards n super duper howzy cars that i know i can't afford, (Bentley, misalnya) And those loans are ranging from 15 to 30 years. Wahlao. I think i'm going to spend most of my times working and paying those loans off. If only i can live and die at my own house that'd be super nice. lol&lt;br /&gt;
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Plus, i need to buy a woman to please me. Marriage costs a lot nowadays. And women are going to rip off your saving accounts too. Nowadays, most parents are auctioning their kids with a filthy price. So, if you're thinking of marrying someone smarter than you, think twice, coz they're far more expensive than you can afford. Fuck all those featured marriage on Nona and whatnot, tell yourself in front of the mirror &amp;nbsp;that you cant afford it and held a simple wedding ceremony lah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fucker apa, dari nak beli rumah sampai ke kahwin.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meyh, fuck marriage. i think i'll be going for a career first. climb the ladder. slash a head or two. but then, by the time i am going to be super rich, i'll be super old. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything about life is much more depressing when u get older. You have to think of too many things on your own, and thats quite messy, even though i love thinking.&lt;br /&gt;
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fuck lah. i dont wanna buy a house. i wanna buy a piece of land, and couple of container. Decorate them inside out and live in them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meyh...&lt;br /&gt;
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Fuck all these bullshits. Hail hedonism!&lt;br /&gt;
Kais pagi makan pagi! Kais petang makan petang!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/W7dokU3O7N8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/3780292510352606042/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=3780292510352606042&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/3780292510352606042?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/3780292510352606042?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/W7dokU3O7N8/post-adult.html" title="Post Adult" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2013/01/post-adult.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGQXw5eip7ImA9WhNbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-3971166377552171611</id><published>2013-01-21T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2013-01-21T09:07:00.222+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-21T09:07:00.222+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Menganjing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lirix" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pemerhatian bebas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perspectivo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What I Saw Today" /><title>Tentang Lagu lagu Mendatar Yang Diulang-ulang Untuk Kesekian Kalinya di Radio</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Aku bukan komposer mahupun penyanyi yang famous menerusi undian undian popular. Lagu yang sedap tak semestinya famous. Kadang kadang lagu tak sedap pun radio mainkan, sebab penyanyi dia famous. Benda benda ni semua memang subjektif. Telinga kau bukan telinga aku. Tapi kita boleh nampak trending dia kat Malaysia. Penyanyi penyanyi yang menyanyi dengan suara mendatar pun boleh famous, tahu? Aku sendiri tak pasti kenapa lagu yang dinyanyikan secara mendatar ni boleh famous. Ada banyak sebab. Aku try list sebab sebab dia kat bawah lah.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Mungkin sebab artis kat malaysia ni dah takde pelopor. Semua stock menang sebab famous. Suara tak lunak mana pun, tapi dia famous. Macam penyanyi penyanyi yang famous menerusi youtube. Boleh kira dengan jari mamat mamat n minah minah yang famous menerusi AF yang masih lagi 'famous' sampai sekarang. Depa discontinued AF sebab penerbit pun tau orang bosan, rating makin lama makin tunduk ke bumi. Sekarang pun depa buat benda yang sama. Maharaja lawak sampai muntah. Entah sampai berapa banyak episod/tournament depa nk buat entah. Mungkin sampai penerbit pun rasa nak muntah dengan lawak lawak pelawak ni. Benda sama akan jadi kat maharajalawak ni. Sama macam AF. Sama ja modus operandi. &lt;br /&gt;
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2. Sebab radio dah tak tau nak main lagu apa. Dok main lagu sama ja sekali setiap 2 jam. Lagu yang tak sedap pun kau boleh sing along bila radio dok main ulang ulang sampai muntah.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Penyanyi kat malaysia tak kreatif. Semua tunggu nak kena suap lirik sampai pakaian. Cubalah bawak bawak jadi experimental sikit buat lagu sendiri, rhyme sendiri. Ni tak. Balik balik lirik dengan rhyme orang yang sama buat dari 20 tahun lepas sampai la ni. Betul jugak la. Semua pakai formula yang sama. Memang la lagu macam mana kreatif pun, still, komposer sama penulis lirik orang yang sama. Tak boleh lari jauh.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Aku dah tak kenal dah siapa siapa penyanyi baru yang betul betul boleh menyanyi. Mungkin sebab aku jenis dont give a fuck dengan industri celah ni kat Malaysia, but still, lagu kat radio masih lagi ulang lagu lagu dengan suara mendatar dok ulang ulang lirik yang sama lima namploh kali sampai habis. Pukimak jadah haram apa. Memang jangan harap la aku nak dengar radio bahasa melayu. Racist jugak aku ni kadang kadang.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Aku nak ulang point 1 kat atas, bila dah takde pelapis, rakyat malaysia cari alternative lagu yang boleh sing along. Mendatar pun mendatar lah janji depa boleh layan. Kalau tanya budak budak hipster memang jangan harap la depa nak layan. Mainstream sangat. Dok kena puja sana sini sebab lagu depa dok kena ulang ulang dekat radio. Sedap pun tak jugak.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. Sekarang radio bukan lagi main source untuk lagu lagu baru. Kuasa memilih untuk buatkan apa apa famous/viral sikit sikit beralih ke new media. Internet n such. Memang patut la lagu mendatar boleh famous. haha. bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah, pegi mampos lah. Bukan aku dengar radio sangat pun. Aku rela main playlist aku tigapuluhribujuta kali daripada dengar penyanyi penyanyi suara mendatar menyanyi dengan suara mendatarnya. fucker. Sakit telinga aku.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao &lt;br /&gt;
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*maybe our community's taste in music is deteriorating (progressively worse).&lt;br /&gt;
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Kalau nak cerita pasal sabar, macam macam cerita aku nak tulis.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tapi sabar tu bukan hakmilik kau sorang. Semua orang pun ada limit. Ada barometer sendiri. Walaupun aku rasa indicator aku tak pernah lagi sampai tinggi kelangit, tapi jangan buat haru macam kau sorang je ada tahap sabar kau.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kau nak main masa? Kau punya kerja ikut masa aku ke? Duit nak cepat, buat kerja lambat macam pantat. Kalau aku masuk bab kutuk orang berdasarkan kaum ni, mau esok aku kena saman dengan perkasa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Come on. Dunia ni bukan ceritanya pasal kau sorang. Orang lain pun ada cerita depa sendiri. Kau ingat Matahari bersinar atas kepala kau sorang? Jangan la berlagak rockstar sangat. Kau nak layanan cantik, kau layan orang lain cantik sikit. &lt;br /&gt;
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Babi tenan betullah.&lt;/div&gt;
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Remember the last time i wrote about &lt;a href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2011/01/hamster-beromen-for-educational-purpose.html" target="_blank"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hamster fucking each other?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This time, its going to be Cats! Giving birth. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last night my brother told my mom the pregnant cat is being extra peculiar. Nak beranak la tu kot.&lt;br /&gt;
Then i get down and check the cat. Just to see if it really wants to give birth. But everything seems normal. I let the cat sleep in the boxes we've provided downstairs so that if she really wants to give birth to its next generation, she can do it in it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cut the shit into pieces, after browsing and all, my body asked me to sip some smoke then put myself in bed.&lt;br /&gt;
Then i heard a mew. Obviously lah from a kitten which is weird since mana ada anak kucing dekat rumah ni. I don't know how to classify anak kucing. is there any age range to specify if they are still anak kucing or an adult cat? Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;
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To my amazement, i found a kitty with her mom in the box. One kitty. that furry little bastard makes me go happy and all. Ya lah, anak kucing comel la gila! But then its more weird to see only one kitty. Coz the cat's tummy is still big and i think there's more than just that in it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I decided to play my role. haha. Bidan kucing for the umpteenth time!&lt;br /&gt;
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here we go, browse n play them videos to feel amazed.&lt;br /&gt;
And yarh, it'll involved a lot of things you might not enjoy if u're having your meal, kinda gross if u're not the i-play-doctor type of person.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let the scrolling begin&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Its first newborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdKe_72tD34/UDRCiFXLt0I/AAAAAAAAAkk/apBOwh5r1w8/s1600/DSC00024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdKe_72tD34/UDRCiFXLt0I/AAAAAAAAAkk/apBOwh5r1w8/s400/DSC00024.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;second little shit. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3-c6CAZkRU/UDRC2Hj07SI/AAAAAAAAAks/SxUtZD5qHmw/s1600/DSC00028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3-c6CAZkRU/UDRC2Hj07SI/AAAAAAAAAks/SxUtZD5qHmw/s400/DSC00028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;black n white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcoEiP2sgyM/UDRDQlPD2iI/AAAAAAAAAk0/8iGLuKn0OCc/s1600/DSC00046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcoEiP2sgyM/UDRDQlPD2iI/AAAAAAAAAk0/8iGLuKn0OCc/s400/DSC00046.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;obviously, she's kinda exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but nevemind, aku tolong picit2 perut dia sambil jerit push push push walaupun aku tau dia tak paham literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S326jzADhZM/UDRDylH1O4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/oT_4zLZ0XEc/s1600/DSC00050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S326jzADhZM/UDRDylH1O4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/oT_4zLZ0XEc/s400/DSC00050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the third one. alien like right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Last but not least, i'll give you the footage of the last newborn kitty. Embrace...&lt;br /&gt;
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That poor furry little bastard almost drowned for a second there i guess. Scary shit. I thought she's going to die but she's alive n kicking! haha&lt;br /&gt;
That cat took her time in settling the last kitten. So, aku tolong dia keluarkan uri dari cipap dia. Tarik je natang tu lalu voila! bagi dia makan! yum. Take a good look at the second video&lt;br /&gt;
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I love the scent of the newborn neko. Idky but it seems like i'm addicted to it. haha. weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is them. Tak lawa langsung kaler depa. Kucing jalanan je pun. Tapi senang nak jaga, tak payah sibuk takut kena curi n stuff. haha&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry for all the blurry shit and all. Aku guna camera phone murah je weyh. 3gp jelah jawabnya. haha&lt;br /&gt;
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Btw, selamat hari raya aidilfitri people.&lt;br /&gt;
Have fun. Don't blowjob n drive. kahkahkah&lt;br /&gt;
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ciao&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/sE7jRmt4sMQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/4238824037272205088/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=4238824037272205088&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/4238824037272205088?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/4238824037272205088?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/sE7jRmt4sMQ/newborn-neko-on-tape.html" title="Newborn Neko On Tape!" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rx1MGOix094/UDRCBvfDe-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/rQXMUabNv6Y/s72-c/DSC00023.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/08/newborn-neko-on-tape.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08FQns_cSp7ImA9WhJQEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-3263043659259896742</id><published>2012-07-24T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-07-24T05:43:33.549+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-24T05:43:33.549+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mindfree" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reverse thinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="merapu" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title>Compensation</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I've been smoking since god knows when. I lost track.&lt;br /&gt;
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There's always this unimaginable guilt haunting me whenever i took a puff from every cigarettes i smoke. Although i can't clearly delineate how enjoyable it is, i still felt guilty. Its like doing some sort of crime, without legal punishment whatsover haunting you at the end of the day. But yeah, it is more than just a habit since you'll eventually feel good plus the irrevocable death to the cells in your body. I'm a killer in disguise. hehe&lt;br /&gt;
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So, the idea of compensation comes. To kill this guilt i've been having, i think i should do something. For a compensation, i think it's going to be handy if i could donate 10 cents or 1 dollar to the donation box i can find for every puff, or cigarette, or box i consumed.&lt;br /&gt;
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This strategy will, in my clustered mind balance the equalization to all guilt in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the very least, i did something good everytime i take a puff from every cigarettes i smoke.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think everybody should've adopt this style of execution if and only if they, like me, felt guilty from having this bad habit that'll surely deteriorate the bodies in a long shot. Besides contributing to the government tax, you'll sideline it with something good.&lt;br /&gt;
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It doesn't matter what type of compensation you should been doing but i guess it'd be better off than doing nothing to reciprocate all the things u've been doing. haha&lt;br /&gt;
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That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/c16IA0Pt2DM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/3263043659259896742/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=3263043659259896742&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/3263043659259896742?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/3263043659259896742?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/c16IA0Pt2DM/compensation.html" title="Compensation" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/07/compensation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMAQHsyfCp7ImA9WhJRGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-7127448207329181474</id><published>2012-07-22T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-07-22T04:27:21.594+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-22T04:27:21.594+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escapism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pemerhatian bebas" /><title>Of Suffocated Mind</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Terlalu banyak berfikir meningkatkan lagi peratus manusia untuk bebas dari belenggu ketuhanan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Logik akal menolak kewujudan tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tell me, how far fetched your logical reasoning n explanation could possibly go anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/2ZrV8W6hNFM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/7127448207329181474/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=7127448207329181474&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/7127448207329181474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/7127448207329181474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/2ZrV8W6hNFM/of-suffocated-mind.html" title="Of Suffocated Mind" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/07/of-suffocated-mind.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIBQX09fCp7ImA9WhJRF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-8807039664928732411</id><published>2012-07-20T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-07-20T00:15:50.364+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-20T00:15:50.364+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malaysianization" /><title>Industrial Relations Act and Employment Act</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Basically, both act on the title emphasize the relations between the employer and the employee.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perkara berkenaan undang-undang dan peraturan di tempat kerja.&lt;br /&gt;
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I personally believe that every one of us in Malaysia should learn and know their rights pertaining the subject above. I do believe that subject is important because all of us will employ n be employed someday somehow.&lt;br /&gt;
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The government should implement this subject as a necessity to every SPM candidates since that is one of the basic qualifications needed for Malaysians to get a job. Why? So that every student who never wish to or don't have the chance to further their studies and working as soon as leaving school after SPM will not be treated as fools who don't know shit about those rules n regulations.&lt;br /&gt;
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It would be better if every SPM candidates know their rights regarding those shiznit so that no irresponsible employer take them for granted and pinch their energy using their own rules n regulations.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Ministry of Human Resource in the other hand should be aware and progressive by doing their best in the enforcement of the said act. They have the power to remind every employee and employer to follow the rules and regulations since our Union in Malaysia is not as strong as the scandinavian countries where they have a powerful voice in the society and their demand is highly considered as an ultimate power to change the fate of millions of working class citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't let anyone take you for granted. Don't let anybody used you. Know the laws and let them know that u are well versed about all the rules n regulations. This is your bread n butter. That's your lifeline.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/1CiTaIb4XDs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/8807039664928732411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=8807039664928732411&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/8807039664928732411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/8807039664928732411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/1CiTaIb4XDs/industrial-relations-act-and-employment.html" title="Industrial Relations Act and Employment Act" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/07/industrial-relations-act-and-employment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EHSXw4cCp7ImA9WhJSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-6210986714579651090</id><published>2012-07-06T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-07-06T08:47:18.238+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-06T08:47:18.238+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sucky government" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="revolution" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malaysianization" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pemerhatian bebas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politiking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justice" /><title>Of Royalties And Invincibility</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Been following this uncle seekers story for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
Until 30 org johor yang mengaku taat setia kepada raja yang berdaulat (wow) buat laporan polis, baru polis ambil tindakan tahan dia, sebab banyak statement yang agak berani dibuat dalam blog dia.&lt;br /&gt;
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See, Kalau nak ikutkan, banyak sangat libel, defamation and slander yang uncle seekers tu dah buat. Siap ada sokongan testimoni yang lawyer tu bagi. Betul ke tak ini belakang kira sebab kalau nak ikutkan undang undang yang terpakai di Malaysia, sekelip mata je Sultan and kerabatnya boleh saman uncle seekers atas semua penulisan yang dia buat dalam blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tapi all in all, rakyat johor yang taat setia dekat raja jugak yang buat laporan polis. Wouldn't this wow-ing you in a lot of ways?&lt;br /&gt;
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Skandal itu skandal ini bayar itu bayar ini seleweng itu seleweng ini tapi takde sorang pun manusia yang berani buat blog berani macam uncle seekers. Memang la dia ada reputasi dalam kerja dia dalam cari hantu and all. Banyak lagi putar belit yang buat orang rasa dia ni kuat menipu. Yang aku perasan sangat, every manusia yang claim diri sendiri tangkap hantu and all ni selalu rasa depa ni above all manusia lain yang boleh buatkan hantu cirit birit bila jumpa depa, amazing sangat (sarcastically).&lt;br /&gt;
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Aku dah lama tunggu orang yang berani buat statement macam tu dekat blog sebab kalau kau orang perasan, sistem beraja kat Malaysia ni memang invincible habis, tak boleh usik langsung, ade je yang melenting nanti.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kalau hampa semua perasan, even politician dekat malaysia rajin saman orang bila ada orang buat statement yang mampu merosakkan reputasi mereka. This is indeed a good thing sebab kita memang takde hak nak cakap benda yang takde bukti kukuh, so, saman menyaman ni terbukti berkesan dalam membuktikan kebenaran and all walaupun alat yang dipanggil justice ni seringkali disalahguna oleh orang orang yang berkepentingan dan berkuasa. Upah Lawyer je dah makan ribu ribu, sebab tu orang di Malaysia tak kisah sangat kalau kena fitnah ke apa, sebab takde duit nak upah lawyer, what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tapi sultan and kerabatnya bukan takde duit, every month pun depa dapat gratuity and whatnot dari consolidated fund. Lagi lagi baru baru ni dia beli plate number yang harganya setengah juta ringgit yang tak tau la apa sebabnya. Mungkin sebab nak teruskan legasi keturunan sebelumnya. Kalau sultan and kerabatnya tak buat salah, kenapa depa tak saman je awal awal? Kenapa takde siapa pun ambil tindakan lagi lagi dari pihak yang terlibat sampai la ade orang yang concern nak buat laporan polis, barulah dia kena tangkap and all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Months ago few tweeps kena soal siasat dengan polis, sebab putera buat laporan polis atas satu account twitter anonymous yang aku confirm kes dia tak settle, sebab takde langsung press conference dari pihak polis menyatakan ada apa apa tangkapan yang melibatkan trial disebabkan laporan polis yang putera buat. Pantang kena kacau kat twitter terus buat laporan polis.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tapi bila uncle seekers buat blog yang dah defame and slander sejak dari bulan tiga takde sorang pun kerabat yang berani buat laporan polis. Ple?&lt;br /&gt;
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Kenapa tak buat laporan polis laju laju macam time ada orang buat pedajal kat twitter tu?&lt;br /&gt;
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Setakat bising dari twitter apa lah sangat. Tapi bila dah ada pihak yang nyata sudah terang lagi bersuluh buat statement macam tu since march lagi, satu tindakan pun tak diambil. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kita selalu nampak kes kes yang melibatkan kerabat diraja tak dibicarakan di mahkamah. Too many of them. Nak sebut satu satu pun dah naik menyampah. Commoners macam aku kau dan mereka yang lain pun dah naik berbulu menyampah bila kes kes tu tak diambil tindakan. I mean, its true, in theory, no one is above the law. Tak kira la kau siapa, tapi secara praktikalnya, most royalties and politician is already standing above the law. Apa guna special court dalam artikel 182 perlembangaan persekutuan tu? Buat ada ada nak sedapkan hati rakyat Malaysia? Nak harapkan siapa kalau takde pihak berkuasa yang ambil tindakan? Lagi lagi bila kau rakyat biasa yang kalau kau mati nazak hilang kena bakar pun tak ada media yang kisah. Jangan marah rakyat sebab marah polis, sebab kalau polis tak buat kerja, rakyat nak mengharapkan siapa lagi?&lt;br /&gt;
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Cuba hampa bayangkan kalau satu hari nanti hampa kena pijak dengan depa buta buta sesuka hati, tak ke hampa semua rasa menyampah yang amat bila tiada tindakan diambil?&lt;br /&gt;
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All in all aku salute uncle seekers tu sebab dia berani cakap benda yang dia rasa betul. Siapa lagi yang ada telur macam dia nak dedahkan apa yang selama ni terbuku dalam hati setiap rakyat malaysia yang rasa banyak sangat &amp;nbsp;grey areas dalam pelaksanaan undang undang di Malaysia ni?&lt;br /&gt;
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Akhir kata, kau buat lah apa apa yang kau rasa betul lagi lagi bila benda tu ada bukti kukuh dan sahih. Sekarang la masanya untuk lawyer lawyer yang terpekik terlolong jerit pasal hak asasi manusia buat kerja. Ini la limelight yang diperlukan. Bukan berlagak lawyer je bila parti or orang orang yang ada kepentingan buat huru hara sana sini cakap pasal federal constitution and all. Ini la masanya untuk bertindak. Bila lagi anda nak bongkarkan semua salahgunakuasa yang orang orang 'invincible' ni buat?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/56tAQN85a_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/6210986714579651090/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=6210986714579651090&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/6210986714579651090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/6210986714579651090?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/56tAQN85a_o/of-royalties-and-invincibility.html" title="Of Royalties And Invincibility" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/07/of-royalties-and-invincibility.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CQX8zcCp7ImA9WhVaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-7595709163572069023</id><published>2012-06-15T08:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-15T08:41:00.188+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-15T08:41:00.188+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mindfree" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escapism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reverse thinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pemerhatian bebas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="merapu" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perspectivo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hellioz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What I Saw Today" /><title>Masa Depan Yang Anda Dambakan</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's almost 5 am in the morning and i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
Then, my mind wandering off in this little insignificant things i've been enjoying within the past few weeks&lt;br /&gt;
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We, a lot of people, including me loves the future. We're always keen on knowing what's going to happen next. Wanting to know what the future looks like, or feels like.&lt;br /&gt;
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All these while, i probably think i wanted to be in the future. Of course, gradually we're going to that exact future we've been imagining of, but we can never really understand what future is unless we enjoy the moment, now, the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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When i was under eighteen, i always wanted to be eighteen. A lot of reasons wants me to be eighteen. When i'm eighteen, i can smoke anywhere and everywhere i wanted to without having to be afraid of being seen by the police or your parents, or anyone related to you. I don't really know why but smoking seems like some sort of criminal back then where we have to sneak out every now and then just for fuck sake, to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;
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I still remember back then where i was almost being expelled from my high school coz the warden found a box of cigarettes. Fuck, this brings back the memory.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another reason? I wanted to have a license to ride a motorcycle, driving a car, and wanted to act all adult in this and that, you know, the activity only adult people have the so called privilege to do. Besides that, i want my rights to vote for the right candidates or the right government too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want my right to watch porn. Seriously, i don't get it why i have to be an adult to watch porn. hahaha. I remember back then when one of my siblings if i'm not mistaken reveal my activity watching porn. This is kinda embarrassing but it happened, so wtf. (embaRRaSSing - i googled this). I can't precisely remember how all of this 'kantoi' back then, but it might be the blue cd's or the history on the browser. Either one. Blue cd's, fuck yeah, thats reminiscing. hahaha. Why the fuck am i telling u guys all of these stories anyway? Oh, ya, the future and being adult and all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, now i am an adult, considering i can work and am working and i can support myself with my 'kaput' salary.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, i am an adult. Now i have my driving license, i can smoke anywhere and everywhere i wanted to, (not in my house, with all due respect since none in my family members are smoking), i can ride motorcycles, i can drive, i can watch porn, i can vote my political representatives, and i have a job, and my salary to provide myself with this and that every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;
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OH, i forgot. When i was an underage back then, i wanted to work so much, because u know, u've got no handsome allowance when u're still schooling back then and i was a little richer when i'm in high school since my allowance kinda doubled or tripled because you know, my parents cannot visit me weekly just to give me my allowance, so, i'll get my monthly allowances.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now motherfucker, i'm working my ass off just to get that cukup-cukup makan salary.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once i'm an adult and i can do all those things i always wanted to do back then when i was younger, things are not getting easier. Yes, i always think its a little bit easier when i am an adult but things are seriously getting complicatedly harder when i grow up. But i'm thankful, i passed phase to phase quite remarkably well. Most of them of course la exams coz thats how i trace back my life's timeline. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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See, the things is, i am what i've been dreaming of back then. I am a little different physically and mentally nowadays, but still, i am what i always wanted to be when i was young, and dangerous, and kinda stupid. Yes, when u were young, that's the right time to become stupid coz if u're stupid when u're an adult, u didn't deserves to be called stupid anymore, you should be called dumbfuck, or anything way serious and meaner than that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I always think when i'm in my current condition, i'll have my own assets which i bought using my own money but i was wrong, remarkably wrong. Life, as an adult is &lt;b&gt;nowhere easy&lt;/b&gt; to start with. You think UPSR, PMR, and SPM is hard? Think again. Being and adult is waaaaaaaaaayyyyy more harder than facing those easy peasy examination. (&lt;i&gt;bila dah besar sumpah semua jadik kacang, i never really know why, haha&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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When u're and adult, you have to think about 1001 details u never really have to think of when u're young.&lt;br /&gt;
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The good thing about being an adult is, it makes me feel thankful for each and everything i had. The moments. The precious moments. You cannot experience childhood twice.&lt;br /&gt;
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When i'm here, as an adult, where the old 15 years old me furiously wanted to be, i'm feeling so gracefully thankful. I am the future where i used to imagine, to be in.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, this is the future. The scenery, the physical, emotional, and mental condition.&lt;br /&gt;
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U'll realize how precious it is to fully enjoy the present and be thankful with it when u've reached this level of enlightenment. You'll never reach the past again, But, u'll always face the present and the future at the same time without fail.&lt;br /&gt;
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Embrace each and every second of yours preciously because u'll never know how mentally and emotionally long it takes for you to be in this current condition of yours. (mentally and emotionally because counting moments in minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years is not dramatic, at all ; they're lack of feelings, in this case)&lt;br /&gt;
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Have fun, be crazy, go crazy, be stupid and be happy since every feelings u've been going through is more precious than any diamonds and pearls.&lt;br /&gt;
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(40 minutes later, this piece of shit is finished)&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/ovIBo2Ruq3M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/7595709163572069023/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=7595709163572069023&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/7595709163572069023?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/7595709163572069023?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/ovIBo2Ruq3M/masa-depan-yang-anda-dambakan.html" title="Masa Depan Yang Anda Dambakan" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/06/masa-depan-yang-anda-dambakan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cHRXk9eip7ImA9WhVaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-759207910077148914</id><published>2012-06-12T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-12T05:10:34.762+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-12T05:10:34.762+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reverse thinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perspectivo" /><title>Of Being Righteous</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To everybody who always thinks they're always right, &lt;i&gt;you're too good to be true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There's no such thing as i was always right and you were always wrong, &lt;i&gt;Unless you yourself are God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If and only if you have this particular scope of thinking, trust me, there's a unicorn swimming in the ocean called narwhal and high likely god is mad at you because u're being more than righteous than Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, i'm insinuating you to realize that being righteous about each and every single thing u've had in your mind when you speak with your mouth is obnoxiously insane.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even an absolute truth is perceived and deductive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/OieDzP7KWrc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/759207910077148914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=759207910077148914&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/759207910077148914?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/759207910077148914?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/OieDzP7KWrc/of-being-righteous.html" title="Of Being Righteous" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/04/of-being-righteous.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkACQ3cyeip7ImA9WhVUF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-7543548450001375381</id><published>2012-05-23T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-23T05:06:02.992+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-23T05:06:02.992+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="workz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perspectivo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What I Saw Today" /><title>Of Radio and Endless Song Played In Loop</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You probably know what it feels like to found out a new song, or most probably is a hits on every other country and you happened to like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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Me? If i found one, i'll be listening to it endlessly until i felt sick of it. I used to listen to the same songs every now and then whenever i get the chance to. And still doing it till now. Sometimes it counts to almost a hundreds of times. An average song would lasts up to 4 or 5 minutes. So, yeah, i might've waste hundreds of minutes or so in a session of this obsession that i believed, didn't only plight on me, alone, since there's billions of people all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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This makes me wanna make a hypothesis and making me wanna put myself on the dj's place. Working is a boring way to make money if u don't like your job. But that's not my point here.&lt;br /&gt;
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My point is, the Dj might've be me, they're addicted to the songs, and wanted to hear the same shit playing over again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or perhaps there's countless demands from the listener who also wanted to hear the same song over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think i've just explain myself on why all these shit is happening.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did you have any other empirical proof or probability on why the dj keep on playing the same songs over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;
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Share with me. Your reasoning might help me clear the question i had in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/UQdRpKIzSkM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/7543548450001375381/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=7543548450001375381&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/7543548450001375381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/7543548450001375381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/UQdRpKIzSkM/of-radio-and-endless-song-played-in.html" title="Of Radio and Endless Song Played In Loop" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/05/of-radio-and-endless-song-played-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIARnwzeCp7ImA9WhVUEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-590321266736770570</id><published>2012-05-16T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-16T11:05:47.280+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-16T11:05:47.280+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reverse thinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malaysianization" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intercountry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perspectivo" /><title>The Great Depression</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Kebanyakan orang tak rasa susah sesusah susahnya. Kebanyakan orang cuma rasa susah yang tak hardkor. Kalau susah pun depa exaggerate, macam la kena jadi prisoner Guantanamo Bay. Hiperbola sana, hiperbola sini. The truth? Depa cuma nak orang tau depa pernah rasa susah gitu gini yang biasa biasa saja. Kalau kesian pun, kesian sikit je. Lain la kalau kena contaminate dengan nuclear radiation lalu jadi cacat tak boleh berak sampai mati.&lt;br /&gt;
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Orang yang tak pernah rasa susah sesusah susahnya ni jarang ada initiative untuk succeed. Sebab, semua serba serbi cukup. Makan ada, minum ada, pakaian ada, tempat tinggal ada, entertainment sikit, serba serbi jelah. Tapi tak boleh pergi jalan jalan honeymoon dekat tempat tempat ekslusif sebab dia rasa cukup, mediocre lah senang cerita.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cukup hari memantat, cukup hari menjalang, kira cukup cukup lah. Taknak pergi further dah. Kira apa yang ada tu bersyukur sangat konon konon tuhan nampak and acknowledge lalu boleh masuk syurga bila mati kelak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tak susah cakap susah. Senang cakap susah. Cukup cakap tak cukup.&lt;br /&gt;
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Apakata kau pergi duduk hutan Amazon sana bawak sebilah parang or pisau sahaja. Tengok Kalau kau kau nak cakap hidup kau dulu susah jugak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Selagi kau rasa selesa dengan keadaan yang tak berapa selesa tu, teruskanlah. Tapi jangan merungut, sebab usaha kau tak berapa nak kental untuk hidup senang macam yang kau lakar dalam kepala hotak kau sekarang ni.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cuba jadi ambitious macam Jepun. Nak tawan dunia, walaupun gagal satu masa dahulu, tapi depa dah jadi ekonomi ketiga terbesar dunia dah. Dah makan nuklear dekat hiroshima and nagasaki, tapi masih lagi tip top.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kalau tiba tiba ada incident besar yang mampu buat huru hara dekat malaysia ni, agaknya orang orang dekat sini nak berubah tak? Sebab orang kat sini kekurangan depression yang nak buat depa berubah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah, banyak sangat fikir pasal orang, lepastu lupakan welfare diri sendiri. Bodoh. Bila la kau nak jadi pandai ni. Pegi mampos dengan orang lain. Orang lain bukan kisah sangat dengan kau pun. Kau je yang rasa orang lain kisah. Padahal kat belakang kau depa tengah tunggu kau jatuh, baru depa boleh gelak ramai ramai, macam tengok reality tv show. Pundek&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Semua orang perlukan fasa "the great depression". I'm included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/EVYubmE3FcY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/590321266736770570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=590321266736770570&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/590321266736770570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/590321266736770570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/EVYubmE3FcY/great-depression.html" title="The Great Depression" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/05/great-depression.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkADQ3g4fip7ImA9WhVVGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-120658204652576621</id><published>2012-05-12T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-12T13:32:52.636+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-12T13:32:52.636+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Weirdo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lawak hari ini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reverse thinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What I Saw Today" /><title>Into The Future And Beyond</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like living a life where all you need is simple necessities to live with. Clothes, shelter, food, water and some other bla bla shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only things stopping us from doing all those shit is the urge to own this and that which in the end cause some major financial problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only one could think of all the short distance future rather than thinking about far beyond all the future we've no clue about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, besides having all the optimism coming thinking about living for another 30 or 40 years, we stopped enjoying ourselves and embrace the present. This is some serious shit everybody's been ignoring these days. Too busy thinking and planning for the future, inevitably forgetting all the good things, happening right in front of their eyes, waiting to be treasured before it passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can always talk about the good old days but its in the past, it'll never coming back or it'll never happen again with the same bloke, the same situation and the same feelings of joy, or whatever feelings u should have felt before. What stays in the past, stays in the past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another big no no towards all those things i've written above is the ideas of having a family, living together, settling somewhere, multiply and carry all those big responsibilities afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're human. Responsibilities is one of our food, besides all the sumptuous food u've got in your mind. When we've got none, we seek one. Pretending to be 'someone' responsible enough for this and that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the only responsibilities we had is for ourselves, we'll surely could care less about all these things that is stopping us from doing this and that in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationship, is one big mistake if u have something else bigger to achieve for yourselves. There's only two roads in relationship. Towards destruction or vice versa. But hey, its a journey, not a pit stop. Although getting married is your first pit stop. Fuck it. I'm a little optimist about all these shit but at the same time can't stop thinking about all the cynicism it brought together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have to say this is what i have in my mind because clearly, i've written everything that crossed my mind. &amp;nbsp;Even when its not published every now and then cause sometimes, u just wanted to keep insanity to urself. Thats why we behave in front of others, strangers mostly. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like pleasing the society is a huge task. A burden to all mankind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just pray for a better tomorrow even though we knew tomorrow will eventually lead us towards a dire destruction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do enjoy yourself when you can still breathe the fucking oxygen in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/c0ifop_DEUg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/120658204652576621/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=120658204652576621&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/120658204652576621?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/120658204652576621?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/c0ifop_DEUg/into-future-and-beyond.html" title="Into The Future And Beyond" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/05/into-future-and-beyond.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08GQXw5cSp7ImA9WhVVF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-5026962723093483536</id><published>2012-05-12T08:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-12T08:17:00.229+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-12T08:17:00.229+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="binatang" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What I Saw Today" /><title>Of Being Sad</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My cat is finally dead after a long streak of sickness. I don't know why and what sickness he's been struggling with but, yeah, he's officially dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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Took you to the vet, feed you et al. But i guess thats it for now in this world.&lt;br /&gt;
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We'll all miss your presence and your clingy behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;
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Live a good life in heaven ey cat?&lt;br /&gt;
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See you there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/dFIyYA53jsI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/5026962723093483536/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=5026962723093483536&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/5026962723093483536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/5026962723093483536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/dFIyYA53jsI/of-being-sad.html" title="Of Being Sad" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/05/of-being-sad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04GQX8yfCp7ImA9WhVWE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-3731539595367588249</id><published>2012-04-25T13:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-25T13:32:00.194+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-25T13:32:00.194+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Menganjing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reverse thinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intercountry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interweb" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="revolution" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malaysianization" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pemerhatian bebas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="system" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="attention whore" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perspectivo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politiking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What I Saw Today" /><title>Occupy Opportunities</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Occupy dataran?&lt;br /&gt;
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You can occupy all the parks in malaysia without being charged for all the things u've been charged with&lt;br /&gt;
You're assimilating, no, duplicating, no, plagiarizing the movements from outside malaysia. Bet all you need is publicity, cheap publicity imho.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you wanna do it big, find a solution, be as rich as Bill Gates, create job opportunities, be a helpful activists.&lt;br /&gt;
Don't blame Bill Gates because he's rich and successful in his business. Most of you used his invention to spread all you wanna spread.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can't just help malaysian people with mere ideologies. Most of them don't get it. All in all, what they need is money. For what? For all the necessities.&lt;br /&gt;
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Activism needs a lot of money, and sponsorship. That, ain't come easy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of them activists said they're suppressed and oppressed. Oppressed of what?. Oppressed in not having an ample job vacancies?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well if you do not have a job, create one. Sell things, be an entrepreneur, create a job opportunity. Mere action to make people to think about this and that will get them nowhere. Throw your head on the walls, if it hurts, u're alive. The reality is harsh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everybody have this dissatisfaction in every single thing they can't have. Luxury, loads of cash, bling bling, gadgets, cars, property et al. I do have the urge to be rich too. To have all the things i can't afford to have. Thats human. We want everything and anything that could satisfy our endless wants and needs.&lt;br /&gt;
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You're talking about this opportunity that u don't have and all, that makes me feel bloated. Bloated with whine. an Endless one. Why won't you just grab one and climb the stairs. Nothing comes easy, unless u comes from a wealthy family and could afford all the things everybody wants and need. Nobody can satisfy their wants within a blink of an eye. Unless you can plant gold on a pot of dirt. but Thats too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;
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Be realistic. In the end, u'll be talking about the resources to live. Money? Thats just a currency. What's money without all the resources you want and need? Zero.&lt;br /&gt;
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Go start a business on food and stuff. Malaysia got no sufficient supply of meat. The NFC? Those corrupted lot only think about their asses instead of thinking about everybody's asses. Herd a cow, or two, or three. Sell them. Create a job opportunity. Our market is so vast that every intelligent opportunist will take advantage of when they DO things, not talking about things. Look at the Air Asia owner, he seize an opportunity and make things big. He did something. And now? he's filthy rich, i might say.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't be such a whiny little bitch who only knew how to whine over and over again over the same thing over and over again. Everybody will eventually get sick of hearing about it over and over again and start leaving you all alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life's too short to just think about things and not doing it. And if by occupying dataran will make you feel happy and hip, go ahead, be my guests, but make sure u're doing something useful in which for the time being, u're doing nothing much to save anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone might be saying, &lt;i&gt;"hey, at least we're doing something, what have you done?"&lt;/i&gt;. So, what changes have you brought upon the so called oppressed people on the public lot?&lt;br /&gt;
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Opportunities are everywhere. It depends on you to grab it for good. Don't run around hoping you'll be handsomely paid by any corporation because everybody is going after the same thing. The difference between you and them? They seek, seize and grab the opportunity. Unlike you, being paid with little pay yet u're still working at the same company. Spread your CV. Kill a mockingbird or two. Get paid handsomely or get over it and find a new place to be handsomely paid.&lt;br /&gt;
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There's no beautiful world like the one u've created in your mind. There's no ideal place for everything. Every place has its high and low. Thats how balanced things are.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things'll be better if you learn how to share. But are you willing to share? Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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And oh, credit cards should be banned from this world. Nobody should feels like having anything when the truth says that they've got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
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There you go, telling people that banks are the culprits and all but they're your #1 financial provider. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Done.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao&lt;br /&gt;
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P/S : your consciousness alone won't help anybody and everybody from anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/X3WIF5wQPWc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/3731539595367588249/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=3731539595367588249&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/3731539595367588249?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/3731539595367588249?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/X3WIF5wQPWc/occupy-opportunities.html" title="Occupy Opportunities" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/04/occupy-opportunities.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUADRX84fyp7ImA9WhVXGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-7579845621194729989</id><published>2012-04-19T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-19T20:16:14.137+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-19T20:16:14.137+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reverse thinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malaysianization" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pemerhatian bebas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intercountry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="system" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What I Saw Today" /><title>Mentality Revolution</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kita, sebagai generasi Y perlu menukar mentaliti generasi Silent and Powerful (before 1946), Baby boomers (1946-1964), dan juga generasi X (1965-1979) yang selalu menganggap belajar-luar-negara-tu-bagus-gila-babi macam lah semua yang belajar luar negara tu masuk Harvard, Cambridge, MIT, Stanford, Princeton or banyak lagi high ranking universities.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kau tak rasa berbulu ke bila sedara mara kau mengaku anak depa pegi overseas padahal belajar benda biasa biasa je yang banyak universiti tempatan tawarkan. Kalau belajar benda benda yang betul2 kritikal takde kat malaysia boleh la sembang kencang tapi sebaliknya berlaku. Aku takde la nak diskriminasi orang yang belajar oversea tu tak bagus ke apa, tapi mentaliti asal belajar overseas je bagus tu yang aku nak orang eliminate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sebenarnya, zaman sekarang ni kalau kau banyak duit, kau belajar la kat mana mana university overseas. Bersepah university yang berasaskan perniagaan pendidikan nak terima kau. Kalau dulu, ye zaman kalau kau masuk universiti tu orang anggap kau ni dewa dewi, boleh la nak brag itu ini. Sekarang ni, cashier 7 Eleven pun pergi university tau tak?&lt;br /&gt;
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Kalau kau betul betul dapat biasiswa yang kerajaan and any other institution tawarkan takpe. Bole la nampak bangga sikit sebab kau memang betul betul pandai and deserved dapat apa yang kau dapat. Ni yang gerak sana mak bapak sponsor, chill sudah. Benda ni bukan hanya berlaku dalam kalangan rural folks sahaja, orang orang urban pun sama je, 2 + 2 = 5.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lagi satu, aku menyampah betul bila orang orang tempatan bangga gila bila ada siapa siapa dalam keluarga depa kawin dengan caucasian. Tak caucasian pun siapa siapa la, asalkan bukan orang malaysia. Nampaknya, mentality kita yang mengagungkan siapa siapa yang berkulit fair. Pemikiran kebanyakan orang kita masih lagi di takuk lama. Kita masih lagi dijajah secara mentally oleh penjajah penjajah yang dah tinggalkan Malaysia lebih 50+ tahun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kau pergi je mana mana ASEAN countries, situasi dia lebih kurang sama je.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok dah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/01Bbtpt8x7I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/7579845621194729989/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=7579845621194729989&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/7579845621194729989?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/7579845621194729989?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/01Bbtpt8x7I/mentality-revolution.html" title="Mentality Revolution" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/04/mentality-revolution.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8NSXc4eip7ImA9WhVXF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-7240586292473484859</id><published>2012-04-18T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-18T14:01:38.932+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-18T14:01:38.932+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politiking" /><title>Citilop</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;When RPK was bashing the government, PR &amp;nbsp;supporter said,&lt;br /&gt;
"yarh yarh yarh, he was right. He got the information inside out from the government's insider. He doesn't talk cock lah, i know la, i know him. His source is reliable, u'll never get anyone as reliable as he is nowadays, so brave one. Willing to fight for his country eventhough the cops are looking for him and he have to reside at UK. He was our country's saviour from the corrupted government!"&lt;br /&gt;
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But when RPK was siding with the government, PR supporter said&lt;br /&gt;
"Ah. Useless old fart. He was bought by the government. U know la, government got a lot of money, they paid him and now he can stay at Malaysia again without fear. All his talk is rubbish, no one is giving him attention now, nobody gives a shit about him. All his talk is lies meyh. His source is not reliable at all. U know, he just made up all the stories every now and then like isham rais just to be apart of the game. You shouldn't listen to him lah, better off watching Doraemon or something rather than reading all his propaganda from those corrupted BN goons. He's now a cybertrooper meyh. My source tell me he was paid to change side.&lt;br /&gt;
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Entah mana mana la source kau dapat tu.&lt;br /&gt;
Well,this is politics. Everythings on your side of your world is right. But nothing on the otherside of the story is wrong and always perceived merely a propaganda.&lt;br /&gt;
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I won't expect anyone to say yes yes yes to what i'm writing. Your brain is yours so does the option to be a decision maker.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/bbSV4kayvqk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/7240586292473484859/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=7240586292473484859&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/7240586292473484859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/7240586292473484859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/bbSV4kayvqk/citilop.html" title="Citilop" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/04/citilop.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MQH45fyp7ImA9WhVXFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-8033266057756067214</id><published>2012-04-16T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T21:46:21.027+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-16T21:46:21.027+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perspectivo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What I Saw Today" /><title>Study For Straight Ace? | Justified</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dulu mase aku kecik kecik, aku kena paksa belajar. Serius. Kena paksa. Kau bayangkan masa kecik kecik umur baru berapa tahun kat sekolah rendah kena paksa belajar. Tu baru kat sekolah, belum dekat tuition centre lagi. Masa tuition aku kena paksa hafal sifir. Kepala hotak kau la suruh hafal sifir, aku rasa otak aku macam kena cabul pulak sebab suruh hafal sifir. Aku dah la suka benda benda yang mengarut, menulis n sketching misalnya. Tak hafal sifir je sideburn aku kena tarik dengan cikgu tuition tu. PUKIMAK. kau faham tak kena tarik sideburn perasaan dia macam mana? Macam haram, sumpah sampai sekarang aku rasa macam nak bakar je rumah cikgu aku tu. Sakit, sumpah sakit. Kalau nak tau sakit ke tak, p suruh member hang yang takde sifat perikemanusiaan tarik sideburn hang, nanti hang rasa hot hot heat dia, merah muka beb. Aku dulu kureng sikit matematik ni, sebab aku suka english. Aku cenderung kat arts aku rasa. Benda benda otak belah kiri aku kurang sikit. Kiri ni banyak benda kira kira kan? Tak silap aku lah.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, lepas kena torture physically n mentally, aku punya result pun kira, okay la. 4a1b. Masuk la sekolah menengah yang cam power sikit dekat tempat aku. Sekolah yang power sikit ni student dia tak ramai macam sekolah sekolah biasa. Kira kalau kau cakap kau sekolah kat situ orang pandang tinggi jugak la, walaupun kau tak tinggi. Sebab? Memang budak budak pandai je masuk situ. 4A ke atas memang selalu masuk situ la kalau tak dapat mrsm or sbp. Kalau kau 3A, ada kabel pun boleh masuk, standard lah main kabel kabel ni.&lt;br /&gt;
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Masa kat sekolah menengah ni aku duduk sampai pmr je. Kat sini pun aku kena torture jugak. Lagi teruk. &amp;nbsp;Sane sini aku belajar. Kat sekolah jangan cerita la, lagi gilababi. Kau bayangkan sekolah dari pagi pukul 7 balik pukul 5 petang. Dah macam kerja ofis dah.&amp;nbsp;Malam ada lagi. malam naik basikal pergi tuition. Aku dah macam ape dah struggle, ni semua kena paksa, ye, kena paksa. Nasib baik kat tuition ramai member satu kepala, takdehal sangat la. Tapi penat bodo. Malam sambung overtime pulak. Abeh kerja rumah berlambak tu bila pulak aku nak buat? Masa ni memang aku rasa macam, apebende sial mak bapak aku ni. Ingat aku ni robot ke kerja hari hari belajar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tapi tu semua sekejap je rasa, ni tak masuk lagi cerita pasal gaduh dengan cikgu math aku lagi, bapak aku dok bising bising lagi, tension beb. Dah la satu hari suntuk tu duit belanja aku seringgit je. Kau bayangkan miskin tak miskin aku masa tu. Rasa nak lari rumah ada, tapi masa tu aku dah boleh agak benda ni tak rasional and tak boleh bertahan lama. Walaupun aku pernah try lari kejap, lepak entah mana mana, tapi budak lagi, mana boleh tahan lama. Last last aku balik rumah jugak. Attempt2 lepastu aku lupakan, campak dalam tong sampah. Masa ni aku pasang niat nak belah dari sini, nak p tempat lain, nak berdikari kononya.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hajat aku tuhan perkenan. Masa pmr aku dapat straight ace. 8A bai. Mase tu boleh la nak berlagak kehulu kehilir cakap dengan orang aku dapat 8A. Bangga la bodo, penat aku berusaha, ceyh, padahal kena paksa. Tapi kira aku berusaha jugak la nak dapat 8A sebab nak blah dari current condition masa tu. Siap naik pentas bagai dapat hadiah apebende tah, yang aku ingat dapat duit la. Bape sen tah, aku tak ingat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dapat je 8A, benda pertama yang aku target memang nak masuk mana mana boarding school. Boarding school la, nampak macam educated sikit. Memang melekat, aku tak banyak bunyi, aku jalan terus. Takde pandang belakang. Kalau pandang je muka cikgu math aku yang aku gaduh tu, dalam hati aku cakap,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; "babai celaka, aku nak belah dari sini, tak payah aku nak mengadap muka kau celaka"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Marah betul aku. Ye la, kes dia takde la bende sangat, tapi dok sibuk nak besar besarkan. Macam gampang. Nyusahkan hidup aku je.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sampai je boarding school tu, kira dah hidup sendiri kan. Semua aktiviti2 yang budak sekolah asrama buat memang aku buat la. Setakat fly tu kira macam rutin lah. Masa nak fly merangkak sebelah ular pun dah rasa, memang thrill habis, tapi fun. Kat sini aku paksa diri sendiri belajar, kalau tak kau bodoh sorang sorang. Gila apa, budak budak kat sini semua kepala hotak macam robot. Ade member aku baca buku sejarah tu dah lebih dari 5 kali dia khatam. Aku baca sekali sekala pun malas. Memang gila. Budak sbp memang gila. Yang perangai macam barua setan semua pun pandai, aku je rasa macam bodoh, sebab dah semua budak pandai pandai. Kalau setiap kali trial pun nama aku mesti kena cari dari bawah, dah jumpa aku cakap, "hmm, bagus. ada peningkatan", padahal naik berapa je pun dari the whole batch. Memang barua. Tapi disebabkan aku rasa macam loser je, aku belajar la jugak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Result spm? Okay lah. Tengok tengok aku punya ranking SPM dengan the whole batch, aku dekat tengah tengah. PANDAI SIAL AKU! hahahahahahahahahahahahaaha. Yang dulu dok pandang rendah kat aku semua aku tak pandang dah. Result aku pun lagi tinggi dari skandal skandal skank aku. &amp;nbsp;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. aku lagi pandai dari kau la bodo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Habis je spm aku duduk rumah, parents aku suruh buat stpm. kepala hotak. taknak aku masuk sekolah balik, gila tak cool. Lepas habis sekolah 17tahun nak gak aku merasa jadi budak university. Masa aku banyak aku habiskan dengan buat lagu, ye masa tu aku dah ada band. poyo poyo nak buat band sebab perasan suara sedap. Tapi tu cerita lain. Banyak sangat dah ni.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pengajarannya?&lt;br /&gt;
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Kau perasan tak macam mana aku kena paksa belajar dari kecik sampai la ni aku masih belajar lagi. Perasan tak macam mana mak bapak aku memang paksa pun aku dapat straight Ace. Memang, tu salah satu kayu pengukur kau punya kepala hotak tu berfungsi dengan betul ke tak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kalau aku tak kena paksa, aku tak boleh bangga dengan result aku yang cun tu. Aku tak jadi aku sekarang ni. Aku tak merasa duduk sbp. Aku tak merasa jadi budak university kalau result spm aku macam haram.&lt;br /&gt;
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Memang mak bapak kau orang semua paksa kau dapat straight Ace. memang. Tapi benefit dia in the end dekat siapa? Dekat diri kau sendiri. Siapa yang senang bila nak dapat tempat dekat university, kau sendiri. Kau, bukan mak bapak kau. Mak bapak kau dah puas dah marah kau suruh belajar. Dorang suruh kau jadi pandai untuk diri sendiri, bukan untuk depa. Depa nak tinggalkan kita dengan knowledge, tak kisah la kau kena paksa ke apa. Kalau kau pandai, bukan ke kau yang senang?&lt;br /&gt;
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Masa kecik kecik aku marah betul dengan makbapak aku. Tapi bila aku dah besar, dah berotak sikit, aku rasa bersyukur betul ada mak bapak macam makbapak aku. Kalau depa tak paksa aku belajar aku rasa aku jadi mat pet je sial sekarang ni. Hidup takde pedoman.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kau nampak tak kenapa mak bapak kau suruh kau dapat straight Ace dekat sekolah? Nampak tak kesan dia kat diri sendiri? nampak tak impact dia dekat siapa?&lt;br /&gt;
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Sekarang ni aku tanya kau, salah ke mak bapak kau suruh kau dapat straight A dekat sekolah? Salah ke mak bapak kau suruh kau belajar pandai pandai supaya kau jadi pandai?&lt;br /&gt;
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Ibu aku kadang kadang dia baca blog ni, tu pasal aku restrict sikit nak publish nonsensical items kat sini. hahahahahaha. Kalau ibu baca, Thanks mom. Cakap dengan ayah terima kasih banyak banyak sebab paksa belajar dulu. Ngahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bila dah besar baru kau rasa bersyukur sebab kena paksa belajar. Mak bapak kau, dorang tau ape yang terbaik untuk kau. Selagi mana boleh ikut, ikut la. Dorang hidup lagi lama dari kau. Jangan dok pertikai sangat kalau mak bapak nak anak dapat straight A je. Memang nampak macam keputusan tu je depa nak tengok, tapi inside out kau tak tau. Kau tak tau ape yang depa sebenarnya dok fikir untuk kebajikan hang. Jangan dok lagak sangat, respect tu letak tinggi sikit nah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/ohY3QAcN_Rw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/8033266057756067214/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=8033266057756067214&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/8033266057756067214?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/8033266057756067214?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/ohY3QAcN_Rw/study-for-straight-ace-justified.html" title="Study For Straight Ace? | Justified" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/04/study-for-straight-ace-justified.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGRXg5fip7ImA9WhVXFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-73992067433298128</id><published>2012-04-16T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T13:02:04.626+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-16T13:02:04.626+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mindfree" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Menganjing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reverse thinking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="malaysianization" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What I Saw Today" /><title>The Blame Game</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ah engkau, kutuk kutuk najib. At least dia tu Najib, perdana menteri malaysia, engkau tu siapa?&lt;br /&gt;
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Meanwhile at the otherside of the la la land.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah engkau, kutuk kutuk Anwar. At least dia tu Anwar, ketua pembangkang, engkau tu siapa?&lt;br /&gt;
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At least depa buat something, hampa semua buat apa?&lt;br /&gt;
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Semua orang tengah cari jalan nak letak blame dekat orang lain. Semua orang nak berlagak innocent. Semua orang nak salahkan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Berhutang salahkan ptptn, bank komersial, bank negara.&lt;br /&gt;
Bangsa kau tak maju salahkan umno.&lt;br /&gt;
CGPA kau macam haram salahkan lecturer&lt;br /&gt;
Miskin salahkan kerajaan&lt;br /&gt;
Tak kaya salahkan kapitalis&lt;br /&gt;
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At least entiti entiti kat atas tu buat something, bukan macam kau, kerja nak whine macam kuda manjang.&lt;br /&gt;
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Taknak ke salahkan diri sendiri sebab pemalas macam celaka sebab tu kau bodoh. nak ptptn free p la dapatkan cgpa 3.5 sana. Sah sah terus jadi biasiswa.&amp;nbsp;Kau tau kan bangsa kau punya mentaliti macam mana? Pemalas, Buat kerja tak siap, kerja mengulor je. Tapi still nak salahkan orang lain. Orang suruh pergi kelas malas, suruh buat assignment last minute baru buat, result macam haram, suruh study p clubbing lah, dating lah, last last sijil kau tu lagi sayur dari sayur. Dah tau miskin rajin la sikit. Kau ingat orang kaya tu semua pemalas macam kau ke? Kau salahkan orang lain kau boleh jadi kaya ke?&lt;br /&gt;
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Bila masa lah kau nak kerja keras n rasa bersyukur dengan apa yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;
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Orang kalau dah ada semua benda, nanti dia akan cari satu benda lain untuk rasa tak bersyukur. Bagi proton saga nak ford fiesta. bagi ford fiesta nak rx8. Bagi rx8 nak porsche 911. bagi porsche 911 nak bentley.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cuba kau berhenti kejap, nikmati apa yang ada kat sekeliling kau. Hargai apa yang kau ada. Kang dah takde baru nak menangis melalak merayu menyesal. Macam lahanat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aku tak kisah kau nak merungut, siapa tak merungut dalam dunia ni? Tapi kalau kau merungut memanjang, tapi tak pernahnye nak berusaha untuk kurangkan rungutan kau, ingat ada benda berubah ke? Ni memanjang merungut dapat apa?&lt;br /&gt;
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Balik balik salahkan kapitalis la, itu la, ini la, tapi kau tak buat ape pun. Last last kau jugak yang merayu mintak simpati dekat kapitalis kapitalis tu tadi. Ni apa keldai punya perangai aku pun tak tau.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cuba kau beli cermin besar besar, kalau miskin sangat p cari kertas a4 sehelai, tulis n fikir balik semua benda yang kau dah buat untuk dapat ape yang kau nak, cukup ke usaha kau untuk dapat semua benda yang kau nak tu? Dah keluar 100% effort belum?&lt;br /&gt;
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Bila kau dah capai tahap rasa bersyukur tu, kau akan kurang merungut, kurang complain sana sini macam anjing menyalak depan cermin.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kalau taknak jugak, kau memang suka ada dalam keadaan terdesak tu, kau selesa jadi miskin, kau selesa jadi bodoh, kau selesa jadi tukang complain 24/7. Memang tempat kau kat situ jelah. Orang lain makan kaviar, kau masih lagi ikat perut makan megi tiap hari.&lt;br /&gt;
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hahahaha (hilang tension tak tengok aku gelak sorang sorang?)&lt;br /&gt;
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ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~4/NLvRxQqAeTI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hellioz.blogspot.com/feeds/73992067433298128/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9194968607710328461&amp;postID=73992067433298128&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/73992067433298128?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9194968607710328461/posts/default/73992067433298128?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndItsAllAboutPerspective/~3/NLvRxQqAeTI/blame-game.html" title="The Blame Game" /><author><name>Hellioz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13340144835960911080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UuuFz0RDl3Q/TGI57FXTyuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2bXOGkp7lWA/S220/hellioztriquetra.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://hellioz.blogspot.com/2012/04/blame-game.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUMRXg9fCp7ImA9WhVXFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9194968607710328461.post-1500249946883558643</id><published>2012-04-14T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T22:38:04.664+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-14T22:38:04.664+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What I Saw Today" /><title>Pencuci Epidermis</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrcM2WnGTv0/T4mJwJHlr_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/tgbkABbYBtQ/s1600/pencuci+epidermis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrcM2WnGTv0/T4mJwJHlr_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/tgbkABbYBtQ/s320/pencuci+epidermis.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Aku tak tau kenapa tapi aku rasa seronok betul pakai benda alah ni.&lt;br /&gt;
Macam soak muka dekat ais, refreshing. Tapi bukan macam pakai ice cool. Effect dia tak sama.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ni bukan iklan berbayar ye. Post ni dibuat semata mata nak meluahkan rasa inzal bila basuh muka pakai menatang ni. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
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