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delayed? cant find the exact word. but i'll try to update anything on the other blog as possible, adding the fact i might be too tired to update it or, just no idea what to put there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;last few weeks has been too challenging. my car was used practically everyday. since the day i arrive here. somehow, it has become an  important part in my family, since my dad cant drive, much. and the fact that this household held much sick person. it has become a, mini ward? and as the latest addition. my little nephew has been diagnose with autism. as for what it is autism? to simply put it, autism is some kind of brain problem that can make it somehow hard for kids to communicate, but sometime adult may have it too, at least that was what the doctor told us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;as for dad, he has 2 appointment upcoming month, a lab test TRO OM and a CT BRAIN TRO brain tumor. dunno what will happen next...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;my car's birthday is coming, so need money, again. perhaps i'll last for 6 month, top with this situation? plus she needs her wheels to be replaced, and her ass seams to be, a little holey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;as for me. posting seams to be too far away. so, i'll try to enjoy my little "vacation" while it last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;wakakakakakakaka, sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503571230400575408-6423005061744726941?l=buntakdayung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Supposedly happy right? i must say. i has been a fun year. though the sucks part is there. lets just say its, bitter sweet. like one of those dark chocolate, never like em, but kinda tongue flicking. the most happy moment? the end of this 3 years here. cant say its boring or whatnot. it was fun, full of fun memories, not to mention the not so fun ones. still, im glad its over. 3 months at clinical area, its the best clinical experience ever. all the staff are, awesome. just awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing much,  just here and there, and there was, the curve, One Utama, The Store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu-jVWz8OeU/Tvc8yzohoOI/AAAAAAAAARk/JfKV3qs1ZEw/s320/08012011816.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690083497757221090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;owh, and this early year i actually go for a mass at Kepong. yay for me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for a little adventure, going to Genting, 2 cars, and a bike, haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ar85PDLPR1A/Tvc-TG_n3HI/AAAAAAAAARw/BeEusFLhS24/s1600/01022011974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ar85PDLPR1A/Tvc-TG_n3HI/AAAAAAAAARw/BeEusFLhS24/s320/01022011974.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690085152221813874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the things to go, including a joke bout bringing a chick up, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cj9P6yHbqIQ/Tvc-TcSDBHI/AAAAAAAAASA/9ACw2Bk46WE/s320/P1020587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690085157936235634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this guys are the best!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCqkfqjt7ds/TvdAmY2y5RI/AAAAAAAAASQ/iARWdTUF9qo/s320/180220111023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690087682457396498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh, research jammed my brain this time along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nBhLB-YO3g/TvdAmI1u4TI/AAAAAAAAASI/QRKc2Zl0zBI/s320/12022011999.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690087678157971762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cultural week, to bad RnR performance just, okay. but Occupational Therapist, the best!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its full with clinical area and ect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjW398WCURs/TvdDY2lAJVI/AAAAAAAAASg/WzIj1QBuSlE/s320/040320111158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690090748452545874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Team Nuclear Medicine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically the same routine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again the research, the clinical, the assignment, the tension, the cursing, the formative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ceUr44Fdb1k/TvdEWhQuwFI/AAAAAAAAASs/95yzCZ2S7f8/s320/24042011069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690091807882264658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my head is as hazy as picture above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my vision is getting dark, my research is going clueless and spiral...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wax5miP6I34/TvdFSIg4KUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/kiYqv8G5uTk/s320/04052011079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690092832031254850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, again with the routine, the research, the clinical, the assignment, the tension, the cursing, the sumative, the going home to send my car back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sumative Exam, send my car home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjwYMcyMHgI/TvdGaVy_fnI/AAAAAAAAATE/_eTlQqwLNSA/s320/06052010797.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690094072547475058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cost me MYR26++ to send it back. arrive late, damn late than schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then, after i got my car, i got to bring my family to places, go to my cousin's place. fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting to Clinical at Sibu Hospital. as a new member, everything is blurry, scared. cant lie. but you gotta do what you gotta do, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then, the staff were friendly, and we were brought to picnic at Belawai Beach, free of charge!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn7vhB8UOiU/TvdIdJG8QgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ys6EGMva0xc/s320/30072011221.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690096319704351234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not a beauty like cenang beach, still its salt water, sea water...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clinical at Mukah Hospital for 2 weeks, fun, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not much case, so.. boring yet.. fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st day arrive i stay with friend's brother, then stay at cousin's house. feel kinda bad to go and leave without nothing much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AB-9leyH0zs/TvdKBmJXiqI/AAAAAAAAATc/-n5KJZDig1I/s320/11082011245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690098045486074530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;view from my cousin's quarters  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then back at Sibu Hospital for 2 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MRI, CT scan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks of holiday, doing nothing much, bought new lappy, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing ultrasound and appointment counter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On-call, fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there were KSKB JB students, and from Masterskill too, the real fun really fun, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really like em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to KSKB SB and to misery, doing research and prepare for Sumative Exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no fun, it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, there were, langkawi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbW9ICm5ER8/TvdRHurU-oI/AAAAAAAAATo/vTIK1mI9mSs/s320/_DSC2775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690105847436606082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good news, i pass everything, recommended for appointment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had our farewell. the funny thing for me, is, i actually cried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;manly cry, i may add...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YpspITSlw3M/TvdUTq5V4wI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aZ5Z5qSastg/s1600/Photo1490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YpspITSlw3M/TvdUTq5V4wI/AAAAAAAAAUA/aZ5Z5qSastg/s320/Photo1490.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690109351114957570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;post cry lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7sjAEROCDs/TvdUTbu7tvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RcFRdErNEYU/s1600/IMG_9187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7sjAEROCDs/TvdUTbu7tvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RcFRdErNEYU/s320/IMG_9187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690109347044767474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last picture....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, this year may end, in few days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for this blog, it ends now, next year, be new chapter.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503571230400575408-4307365460767181614?l=buntakdayung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;mom told me to stop worrying about other family members business and start thinking about mine. its kinda hard when you live close to them, fell kinda helpless. maybe i am thinking too hard about others. me? too hard to think about. even i, sometimes lost track of how i am, and what do i suppose to do (beside doing research, case study and hospital project) now for myself. i cant drink out, no buddy. i dont have money to buy new gadgets. and i need to settle my debts.
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&lt;br /&gt;seams like im lost....
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&lt;br /&gt;and...
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Sarikei, Bintangor, Sibu, Kanowit, Lubuk Antu, Batang Ai, Bekakong, Tanjung Manis, Julau, Durin. the best thing? my family always keep the gas tank full, hehe. the bad? i drove. since the geography of this place are far vary with the ones at PM, lets say, i go the distance, literally. going to places that are much mote further than going to Genting Highland, even Penang. not that its bad, i get to go out often. but less resting time for me, plus theres less pitstop between the places. i just hope the car wont bring me trouble soon. it worries me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for outside world? i'm completely disconnected. not that i'm antisocial. but maybe, time to pay back the time i lost being with them. karma. you left your family, now you'll spending time with them. i like the idea. anyways, since my phone are left at the top floor most of the time, i cant reply messages and calls, plus the line here totally sucks (dont ask how this post got through, im at the damn hot top floor now). so, forgive me for i cant entertain everyone's request at the time. just now my phone just fall from the shelves edge, karma for ignoring maybe. FB starts to bore me, nothing new much and too much people become friend just to increase their friend list. seams like a 2nd Friendster to me. so i've been abandoning it for a while now, and off to somewhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, karma is not all fun, for me. it sucks, at least when it gets back to you. it just happen to me. why does it sadden me much? dunno. maybe i dont like it. anyways, this morning, i gave a near miss to a lorry on the way to Lubuk Antu, the place is cursed, maybe. i had a near miss later then to a lorry on the way to Batang Ai Dam, sucks. it made me think much, it nearly cost my family's life. i dont care if its just me. but one of my nephew was clearly traumatize by it. made me felt guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as guilty as i am, something made me smile. what i want this year, somehow some are fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get&lt;br /&gt;1. new phone (Hazel)&lt;br /&gt;2. get out of this room more often ( seen the world more-er)&lt;br /&gt;3. send bluesavvy back home (its here)&lt;br /&gt;4. try to settle at least quarter of the debt ( settled half)&lt;br /&gt;5. new mindset (family matters, money for the need; not the want, finish the course, and get a house )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 out of 8 is good for me, at least. i still got 6 months to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my long term target, maybe harder to archive. seeing other siblings family troubles me. plus my parent got eyes for a better woman. theres a must of knowing the tradition of the family. and other relative point of view matters and change everything. this hurts my head since me, well. not everything can go as plan. maybe i need a new plan, before something goes wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503571230400575408-3452378084515875680?l=buntakdayung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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well, its been a while since i wrote anything. partly because i was busy. another was my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;aaaanyways, heres what i got from wiki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjective may refer to:&lt;br /&gt;Subjectivism,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; a philosophical tenet that accords primacy to subjective experience as fundamental of all measure and law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjectivity,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; a subject's perspective, particular feelings, beliefs, desires or discovery made from information pertaining to a personal experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjective experience,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; the sensory buzz and awareness associated with a conscious mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjective case,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; grammatical case for a noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject (philosophy),&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; a being which has subjective experiences or a relationship with another entity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjective theory of value,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; an economic theory of value&lt;br /&gt;A school of bayesian probability stating that the state of knowledge corresponds to personal belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i wanna share something about subjectivity.&lt;br /&gt;you see, each of us have our own perspective of life, and supposedly how it revolve around us. which made us human, with individuality and different personality. so each of us have our own style, way of speech, behavior, habit, judgement and even our physical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this difference made us see things and also other people's action differently. for example, as in verbal speech, a guy can accept an F word as a joke, while other may see it as an insult. in action, a wave can mean a polite gesture, or an avoiding action. a silence can mean nothing to talk about or nothing to be talk about. in a sentence, one sentence can have a various meaning to the reader, just like those quote, "a picture can say a thousand word" or "a radiograph can bring a thousand diagnosis" which is very subjective to the viewer's eyes or perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for individualizes, each of us may have a various interpretation of the world around us. some of us see a begger with a pity eyes, while others, may not seams to care, or with a disgust look. some see pig as a disgusting creature, and other see it as food, or just some creature living in this God made earth. some see beer as a hazard, as other see it as just another beverage. see, this is the thing that affect how we act, see and live in our daily life. so correct me if i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the start of this topic in my head, begins when i read this interesting topic somewhere while i was doing my research, well more like a debate of some sort, made me think deep. the word was simple, but damn. let me copy paste it, cutting out the inappropriate words  &lt;br /&gt;-what are you people keep complaining about? what is this thing? come on people. see it from your own eyes!! no one wants to see ugly things!! cut this thing about accepting who you are!! come on!! eat some salad!! start exercise for yourself!! ask yourself!! everyone got their eyes on pretty things!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as for me, i'm plainly lazy, even to take a walk. so this somewhat cuts me deep.but people around me, some see me as jut fit, but some see a thin guy, and the guys from komag says in getting fat, i weigh just right now, BMI is fairly normal. but in term of physical, i fail big time. you see, i got beerbelly, thin arms and legs, and fairly wide forehead, maybe i think too much? none cant be fix, i can jog, and lose the 1 bag, start building muscle to my arms and legs, by exercise, undergo hair treatment for my premature balding, and undergo dental surgery for my oral condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, maybe someday, as a start for something cheap, i will exercise, for my health, maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503571230400575408-1291522158698751633?l=buntakdayung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mavis&lt;br /&gt;2. Nick&lt;br /&gt;3. KC Chun&lt;br /&gt;4. Aina&lt;br /&gt;5. Honey&lt;br /&gt;6. People who read this post. U must do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have many friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways&lt;br /&gt;Here we GO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: Sky Juice. This morning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: from Mom, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: "cakap dgn kawan2 , arahan kepada pelatih RnR dikehendaki check in di asrama 2hb January 2011. Kelas start 3 hrbln 8am. tindakan akan diambik jika gagal mbuat demikian"&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: I Feel So by Box Car Racer&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: Few years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: Yup&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: Yup&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp; regretted it: Yup &lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: Yup &lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: Yup&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and thrown up: Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 3 favorite colors:&lt;br /&gt;12. Blue&lt;br /&gt;13. White&lt;br /&gt;14. Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year have you:&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: Yup &lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: Yup&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: Yup&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: Yup&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: Yup&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: Yup&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Nope&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: About 50&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want: 4&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pet: Nope&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: Nope&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: Cake to the face by roommate and a bucket of stinky water to me&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 0700&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Movie &lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: Just now. &lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: My attitude &lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: Some Chinese song&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yup &lt;br /&gt;34. Who's getting on your nerves right now: Anyone? &lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: erepublik.com&lt;br /&gt;36. What's your real name: Dennis anak Matthias Kamandan&lt;br /&gt;37. Nickname: Inis, Den, Buntak, Nis, YB, Jang, Dom,&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: A complicated situation&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Capricorn  &lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female: Definitely a male&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary School: SRK Sg. Mador&lt;br /&gt;42. Middle School: SMK Meradong&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college: UPM Kampus Bintulu, Sarawak ( Diploma in Engineering(Safety and Emergency) ) and KSKB Sg. Buloh, Selangor ( Diploma in Radiography )&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair color:  Black? &lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: Short&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: 158&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone: Nope for this momment &lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself: My eye &lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: Was &lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: Pain&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or Lefty?: Righty. &lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: Post circumcise&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: 2003  &lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: Anda of childhood and Nic of workhood(?). still in touch with Nic but kinda lose contact with Anda&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: Badminton&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: Long Time ago&lt;br /&gt;57. What Goes Around, Comes Around&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers: uh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now: &lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: Nope&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: Nope&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: Go back home. CC here sucks&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for: Time out for this damn slow PC?&lt;br /&gt;Your Future:&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids: Definitely&lt;br /&gt;65. Get married: Definitely  &lt;br /&gt;66. Career: Radiographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: Eyes &lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: Hugs &lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: Shorter &lt;br /&gt;70. Older or younger: Younger&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Both&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or confident: Confident&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever: &lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: Yup&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: Yup&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: Yup &lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: Yup &lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: Nope &lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: Yup, felt bad about that&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in:&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: Yup&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: Yup&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: Yup &lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: Nope &lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: Yup &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer truthfully:&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time?: Yup&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody: Yup &lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go: Post UPSR? wish that i had entered Kolej Tunku Haji Bujang&lt;br /&gt;98. The moment you would choose to relive: Moments at UPMKB &lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love: Yes, after what happened at home&lt;br /&gt;100. Are you afraid of posting this as 100 truths: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, thats that. feel free to answer this yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503571230400575408-83383910731577580?l=buntakdayung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was born on 8th January 1985, on 10.00am. I was nearly discarded as i was born in the caul, lucky mother's gut let me survive, thanks mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am the 4th son of Mr. Matthias Kamandan &amp; Mdm. Klikak. they are my world, and my guide to everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have the smallest foot size, maybe its my body. its hard to buy a shoe and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Growing up at Bintangor for 16 years, start leaving home at 17 to Bintulu for 3 years, Kuching for 1 year, Penang for 3 years and now living at Sungai Buloh for the 2nd year. I'm a traveler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My name: Dennis,  was given by my family. it was from the old TV show, Dennis the Manace, which explain how i'd behave sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I natural born IBAN and proud to be one. I've always been mistaken for Chinese or Malay. wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I never have a fix ambition. i never was an ambitious man, i dreamt about being a Scientology, Lecturer, Safety Officer, Engineer, Doctor, Pilot, Driver and the list is long..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Aced my UPSR, PMR, lingkup at my SPM. too much enjoyment. once had a chance to go to Kolej Tuanku Haji Bujang but still too dumb. now wishing i had took the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm going for my 2nd Diploma. i had Diploma in Engineering (Safety and Emergency) from UPMKB. went to be a Technician at Komag Penang with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm stubborn, ego maniac, day dreamer, stick to reality, down deep to the ground, intelligent, pessimist and i'm not good at first impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I idolize 2 character for TV drama, &lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cox of Scrubs - his rant always have a slice of life&lt;br /&gt;Leroy Jethro Gibbs - he got this Alpha Male aura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I dont talk much, unless it excite me. most of the time i'm in my own head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have sleeping problem, hard to sleep and hard to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I like the nature, the landscape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm fond of any minty flavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I like Blue color, its calming like the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I dont like perfume, i never wore one unless necessary. any strong odor piss me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I dont like any bugs that can hurt me (indu engkerawai and indu gamang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. i LOVE watching the sky at daytime. maybe its the feeling. its calming and fun to watch the cloud and maybe some plane passing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I like taking picture, especially scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I like drinking beers and cocktails but not plain liquor, not to kill myself but enjoying it, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I hate getting sick and really hate Hospital and its ironic that i am about to work in one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I have partially learn Mandarin, Cantonese and Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I fail at my own native language at my PMR, Bahasa Iban - E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I like Japan. like their culture and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I hate anything that can hurt me and tend to avoid that pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think thats all....&lt;br /&gt;or is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4503571230400575408-7912971679929164285?l=buntakdayung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pain For Pleasure&lt;br /&gt;yeah, maybe. but not now.&lt;br /&gt;now....&lt;br /&gt;My gum hurts - got water and bonjela for cure&lt;br /&gt;My teeth hurts - gonna pull this one out too, soon&lt;br /&gt;My Pocket hurts - got bored of asking more from siblings, time to be in pain&lt;br /&gt;My car hurts - still dont have money to cure it&lt;br /&gt;My Broadband hurts - digi upgrade service&lt;br /&gt;My gurl hurts - read her blog, can do nothing bout it&lt;br /&gt;My tongue hurts - dont have enough to eat&lt;br /&gt;My tummy hurts - not enough alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the pain?&lt;br /&gt;me being here&lt;br /&gt;me being damn broke&lt;br /&gt;me being lazy&lt;br /&gt;me being not that hygienic&lt;br /&gt;me being self isolating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is pain&lt;br /&gt;people around me&lt;br /&gt;people far from me&lt;br /&gt;people that i care about&lt;br /&gt;people i dont give a damn about&lt;br /&gt;people with attitude&lt;br /&gt;people without attitude&lt;br /&gt;people being noisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again. up to this point, i survived most thing, so obviously i hope i can survive it here&lt;br /&gt;survive the exams&lt;br /&gt;survive the community&lt;br /&gt;survive Lord's test&lt;br /&gt;survive this diploma&lt;br /&gt;survive my clinical&lt;br /&gt;survive without internet 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