<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556</id><updated>2011-08-15T17:32:58.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..::yOr soOpa-frEnLy Femme Fatales::..</title><subtitle type='html'>And now.. it's down to us... to SAVE THE WORLD... (NOTE:THIS IS NOT SEX IN THE CITY. THANK YOU.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-117423424852323735</id><published>2007-03-18T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T10:10:48.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's  been so long that this blog has been last updated.  This blog has been collecting dust and cobwebs.  Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life has been pretty good for me.  Did you guys know that three of the Berok Gays members are working under the same company?  Cool right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, if you are reading this, it's time to revamp this blog.  Update it.  Make it look more chic.  Hahaha.  Ok, I'm crapping.  That's it from me.  Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-117423424852323735?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/117423424852323735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=117423424852323735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/117423424852323735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/117423424852323735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-so-long-that-this-blog-has.html' title=''/><author><name>hudz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04200581081220430466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-112953463745939083</id><published>2005-10-17T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:37:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and its strangest moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Yay, production is over. Phew!! what a relief. Ten days of madness, traumatic, nail-bitting, nerve-racking, mind-boggling and whatever not of hell is over. Thank god for that. Hopefully there will be no big problems during post- production. I am not sure how to describe the mixed feelings I'm having. Part of me is happy that production is over but another part of me is sad because we kinda meet fun people on set like our juniors, damn funny people. While another part of me feels that it is very sian because no matter how hard you tried to contribute or please people, some people would just be ungrateful and not appreciative and they would always without fail give you this attitude. I think i have had enough of all this nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Oh well, so after like 3 days of rest and we had telecine on saturday till 4am in the morning, I feel exhausted but I am not alone. We have even exhausted our funds and from 4 figure sum to like 1 figure (3 figure to be exact but with a dot in the middle). And we still havent pay the cast and dunno wat else ar...sian.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;School is starting like in 2 weeks time and I still havent fully recuperate mentally and physically. I still have a lot on my agenda from meeting the S to extracting my dear wisdom tooth, the third one mind you. And to further add up to the agenda, hari raya is coming soon. And my thigh is now blue-black thanks to the tv landing on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But no worries, I have my tv shows to keep me alive and upbeat. To destress myself, i drowned myself watching soap operas/dramas such as Dawson Creek (currently at the 3rd season finishing soon), Gilmore Girls (currently at the 6th season), The OC(3rd season also).  I also have tons of tv shows to watch too, wow all these stuff can really keep me occupied the whole 2 weeks. C'est la vie. Sometimes i juz wonder whether is it too little time i have or too many things i have to do. It slowly daunt on me that maybe i have become this obsessed workaholic freak who doesn't really have a life besides school and excessive tv shows. I am a big tv junkie and having friends who are also tv junkies doesn't really help. I should say it is more on the comfort zone that the reel life has to offer. And even though the real life is surreal and stuff referring to my life for that matter, i think its mentally and physically challenging and exhausting. Trust me, been there and done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lastly, where is that so-called friend whom is always not there when i needed him the most and in which im always there for him. Life and its strangest moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;One thing i learn after the production is that you can never please everyone and you will find that there are many types of people out there which makes u stop and ponder that can life ever be more interesting/cruel than this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;listening to force vomit- last nite you say goodbye    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-112953463745939083?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/112953463745939083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=112953463745939083' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112953463745939083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112953463745939083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-and-its-strangest-moments.html' title='Life and its strangest moments'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-112893883924622745</id><published>2005-10-10T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T03:08:16.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its been such a long time since i last blogged. Oh well time doesn't permit me to do so. I have been busy these last few days with shoots and its all night shoots, really killer shoots only to come back in the wee hours. It is so tiring and it is really draining all my energy. I haven't been sleeping well and there are so many problems like location is a mess, the makeup artist left on the first day, stressing us out. So many things have happened both bad and good but we take it in our stride. As one of them would say look on the bright side, there may be blessings in disguise. Even though it is a stressful period, i feel that the group grew closer and the people are fun to work with. We had a lot of fun and i think we are going to have more fun from today onwards coz we are going to a chalet to build our set and shoot there. We are building a bar at the chalet and its going to look beautiful. I have full confidence in the art department as we already have a beautiful set of the office and the hotel room with nice wallpapers. I believe the bar is going to look beautiful too. Yippee i cant wait and our application for grant has been approved...yay...i tink its not so bad afterall hopefully. We still have three more shooting days hoping to end well if not very sian man. Ok lah enuf of the rambling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-112893883924622745?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/112893883924622745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=112893883924622745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112893883924622745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112893883924622745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-112679673713082203</id><published>2005-09-11T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T06:04:48.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLUMBER PARTY 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Slumber party which commenced last night was a success. Hurrah! Hurrah! May the next party or any gatherings be as mad as that. Viva la Beroks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6570/824/1600/IMGP3301.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-112679673713082203?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/112679673713082203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=112679673713082203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112679673713082203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112679673713082203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/09/slumber-party-2005.html' title='SLUMBER PARTY 2005'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-112435370757935654</id><published>2005-08-17T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T01:28:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betul.. itu sungguh betul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOTALLY AGREE WITH YOU,KIN.... I hate men who abused women too. I FIND THEM COWARDLY &amp;amp; THE LOWEST FORM OF &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCUM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-112435370757935654?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/112435370757935654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=112435370757935654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112435370757935654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112435370757935654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/08/betul-itu-sungguh-betul.html' title='Betul.. itu sungguh betul...'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-112379022772264438</id><published>2005-08-12T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:57:07.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some updates</title><content type='html'>Yup I know its been ages since I last bolgged. It has been a tough and busy period all this while. I have been busy since god knows when and I have finish a small hurdle or a small battle I should say. Imagine doing paperwork, staring in front of your laptop for like ten hours straight with only an hour of nap. Gosh thats tiring but it was fun though coz all six of us are doing all the work at the same time in one of our group members house and just doing work. Actually it was only 5 of us but one joined at around 7 or 8am to go to school together in a maxi cab. Yes the 6 seater maxi cab. The crazy things we do and we even ate ice-cream while doing our work, passing the tub of ice-cream and sometimes skipping the other person and just to irritate him especially the director since he was the only guy around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, the six of us, 2 guys and 4 girls went to watch The Maid at the Alliance Francaise. The Maid, directed by Kelvin Tong, was funny and scary but not that scary. I think I like Pontianak directed by one of my seniors for his specialist project. I shall not be a spoiler . Just go and watch it and there is a student concession price $5. One thing that I will say is that Haizad, one of the Singapore Idol contestant is a cast in The Maid. After that, we went for location scouting for roads and alley. We went to Arab Street and there a belly-dancing performance and the crowd just went ga-ga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a National Day celebration near my estate and of course I have to accompany my mum, who obviously loves to go to this kinda thing. And there was a collaboration of celebration, my secondary school and the community centre. How wonderful but luckily I left that school so long ago. How paiseh it would be with so many people there watching. When I saw the parade, it so reminded me of my time when I was in secondary school, the flag-bearer and the parade. I miss marching, I miss my secondary school life, my teachers, my friends and all the fun times we had there. Those were the days. Looking back, I feel that secondary school is where you just have fun without really to worry so much about where are you going after you finish studying, what are you going to do with the rest of your life and how are you planning to spend the rest of your life. How I wish I could relive those days and really make full use of my life then, studied harder and make better decisions but then again as the saying goes "Don't cry over split milk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now as my dad was coming home, he saw a couple fighting and the guy/husband/boyfriend like kick the girl/wife/girlfriend. I think my dad kinda want to offer his help but then he thought to himself better not coz firstly its none of his business and he should not be interfering, secondly the guy wateva had tatoo and peircing and stuff so my dad thought that it is just not worth his time, kindness and effort in helping coz he knows that he would be shouted back, scolded and not really worthly of his help. Not that I am trying to discriminate or stereotype this kind of people but I think they are just not worth it. Period. And did I mention that the girl etc was with some kids or kid or sometink like that, I didn't really hear what my dad was saying as i was half-asleep. I think he might be saying to himself, "Syukur Alhamdullilah, that is not one of my daughters or relatives. If that happens to them, I'm sure going to drag the guy to court"...haha. And thank god that person is not me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry dad, I think I am smarter than to choose a wife-beater or anything close to that but than again its hard to say also, so just keep a lookout for me aight dad. I know you know what best for me and so guide me along. I will obey you dad coz the last thing I would want is to end up with the wrong person as my husband. That is my greatest fear in life and not realising that I would destroy my own future just like that.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what kind of guy would beat/kick/resort to violence to a woman, not any woman but your woman!!! Sorry to say but i despise wife-beater, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;COME ON AR GET A GRIP!!! YOUR WIFE IS NOT THERE FOR YOU BEAT HER UP!!!&lt;/span&gt; How would you feel if your own sister got beaten up by her husband? It is just so sad to see this kind of thing happening in your own society and knowing that you can't help them is so depressing. I always believe that you choose your own fate and that it is in your hands. So don't go around blaming others for your own mistakes but you only have yourself to blame. I remembered my dad was saying sometink like, "Ini mesti degil ar tu, mak bapak cakap tak nak dengar, sekarang kan sendiri dah susah baru nak cari mak bapak. Tahu nak enjoy aje dah tercepit macam gini baru tahu, bukan tak nasihat, sampai berbuih pun msih tak nak dengar. Nanti siape disalahkan? Mak bapak jugak. Inilah budak sekarang." He said while watching the helpless girl trying to hail for a cab maybe back to her parents place. My condolences to you man and all other girls out there. Nauzubillah binzalik, astrafirullah halazim, janganlah terjadi kepadaku, amin.   &lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it folk for today. Au revoir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to you're beautiful by james blunt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-112379022772264438?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/112379022772264438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=112379022772264438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112379022772264438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112379022772264438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-updates.html' title='Some updates'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-112253169966971276</id><published>2005-07-28T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:21:39.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLLER........ HOLLER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;DI MANA DIA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;KAWAN-KAWAN BAIK SAYA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;La La La La Laa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hehe... where are y'all? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;COME OUT! COME OUT! WHEREVER U ARE&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;ADDING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;COLOURS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WHICH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;GETTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIL'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DULL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-112253169966971276?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/112253169966971276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=112253169966971276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112253169966971276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/112253169966971276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/07/holler-holler.html' title='HOLLER........ HOLLER...'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111969321042396290</id><published>2005-06-25T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T03:02:00.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Undies Makes A Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you realize that the undies you wear reflects your mood somehow? I don't know about you but whenever I'm feeling down &amp; have that can't-be-bothered-with-the-world attitude, my dull granny knickers would be THE choice. And once i step in the lacy ones or the colorful ones OR the ones with cute prints,it makes me feel confident &amp;amp; sexy all over.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, Shikin&lt;/span&gt;, HAPPY BELATED 20th BIRTHDAY!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lets grow old together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*So what type of underwear are you wearing today?*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111969321042396290?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111969321042396290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111969321042396290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111969321042396290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111969321042396290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/06/your-undies-makes-difference.html' title='Your Undies Makes A Difference'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111954988969314055</id><published>2005-06-24T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T11:04:49.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Birthday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have just celebrated my once-a-year celebration like 3 days ago at home with family and pizza and cake. Not so much of a celebration as the house is not in a good condition to celebrate and we were just too lazy to go out. Well, a very chilled and cheap celebration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The next day is the so-called exciting day as the whole group wanted to watch Batman and later have supper but since the tickets left were only the 2 front rows, we decided to give it a miss. I couldn't help noticing this very young couple who was in the queue with us ar and they brought along their what 5 months old newborn baby. I was wondering why on earth did they bring the baby along to watch movies. Babies need sleep and they do not really appreciate films at that tender age. And with the dobly surround system I am particularly amazed at how the parents can even think of bringing the baby in the first place. I pitied the baby at the same time too. Even my neighbours do not bring the kids along to the movies when its obviously pass their bedtime. Won't the baby cry at the loud noise and even if they were watching madagascar, i doubt the parents would want to watch it and the baby won't understand nuts about the film. What strange stuff parents do to their babies i wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So all of us had dinner and later the 4 of us followed the director home to get the car for our location scouting and meeting another member there. We went all the way to Chinatown, almost step in Zouk but since the guys were in bermudas, we decided not to and lastly to have supper at Tanjong Pagar Railway Station. We had Ramly burger..yum yum and there was the sheesha thingy but since we were broke, we forgo it. So sad. After that driving and eating, me and assistant director went home while the rest went on to discuss another project. They all are so sweet coz they bought me and the director  Havaiannas slippers. Mine is white, so pure and demure and the director's pair is black. Only 2 out of 6 members do not own a Havaiannas and 2 members own 2 Havaiannas. In a month time, i can guarantee that the whole group will have it and i think it is the only specialist group that have members so crazy about Havaiannas. We are like walking advertisements ar. Its so fun when the whole group shares a common interest i should say. Ok mebe thats childish to some people but not us the crazy sixo. Au revoir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111954988969314055?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111954988969314055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111954988969314055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111954988969314055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111954988969314055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/06/post-birthday-blues.html' title='Post-Birthday Blues'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111950383755690779</id><published>2005-06-22T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T02:58:35.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychobabbles About The Boy &amp; The Girl 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First Boy steals Girl's mind. Then her heart. And lastly, her soul. Girl is afraid that Boy will leave her high &amp;amp; dry. Would Girl want to risk that? Maybe...not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111950383755690779?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111950383755690779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111950383755690779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111950383755690779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111950383755690779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/06/psychobabbles-about-boy-girl-2.html' title='Psychobabbles About The Boy &amp; The Girl 2'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111864629985232955</id><published>2005-06-13T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T02:56:44.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychobabbles About The Boy &amp; The Girl 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boy knows Girl don't really go out with men. Which is what made Girl attractive. Boy thinks that a bisexual is like a spare room, something you can convert...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111864629985232955?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111864629985232955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111864629985232955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111864629985232955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111864629985232955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/06/psychobabbles-about-boy-girl-1.html' title='Psychobabbles About The Boy &amp; The Girl 1'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111798077449881685</id><published>2005-06-09T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T07:12:54.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos to the launch of Taman Warisan</title><content type='html'>Today is the launch of Taman Warisan. I am very proud and happy for them and kudos to the people behind the scenes. You guys really did a great job. I wanted to go and see on Sat but i was too tired after scouting for location so i decided to go home and rest and another reason i didnt haf anyone to ask along at the very last min so i decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it is a good way to restore the old building and revamp the whole Kampung Glam area with the restaurant Tepak Sireh and Taman Warisan. I am pretty sure that there are many people out there who shares the same thoughts as mine as there was an overwhelming response for the past  two days. Kudos again, with the upcoming Taman Warisan, hopefully there will be a lot of activities and performance to keep the vibes going. So instead of going to esplanade every weekend we can go to Taman Warisan and to learn more about our culture. We must not forget that we have a culture that is rich with budaya, bahasa and lots more. I am so proud to be a Malay Muslim now and forever. That sounds a bit patriotic but im proud of my origin and will never be more prouder. One must not forget their roots a statement i so agree and despise those people nama aje Melayu tapi tak mengaku Melayu. Hypocrites. As quoted by one of the people interviewed on TV, " Tak kan Melayu hilang di dunia jika kita tidak mermatabatkannya" or sometink like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will one fine day pay a visit to that historical place and maybe i can suggest to the other teachers to bring the students to go and pay a visit there. Thats all for now. Selamat malam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111798077449881685?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111798077449881685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111798077449881685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111798077449881685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111798077449881685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/06/kudos-to-launch-of-taman-warisan.html' title='Kudos to the launch of Taman Warisan'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111772779279432270</id><published>2005-06-03T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T08:56:32.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A boring day in my life</title><content type='html'>Hi one and all, today marks the fourth day of my stay at my "new home" which is a few blocks away from my "old house". I have around three more weeks to go before i move back to the old house. Tomorrow ends the second week of school and i am lethargic even though i only have three days of school. Its all due to the final year project which is keeping all of us busy and there is absolutely no room to slack with the members ever so enthusiastic and the advisor so happening. I am happy and proud of my final year project i dun mean in a bad way but in a good way because our group does not consists of people who are giler kuasa, all relax one corner. Hopefully there won't be any bickering, bitching or fighting among us. I am anxious and excited. I can't wait to see the outcome for our film, Asian film noir in Chinatown...that should be interesting. Hopefully all start well and ends well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, i might be thinking of another alternative to my career path, i think i am going to be a DVD author...hahaha in laymens term a DVD pirate. Since i have taken DVD authoring as an elective and i should have picked up the skill by then. I could start working as a DVD author. It pays well for a project or so i was told. So anyone needs me to author DVD for you, look no more, i will be more than happy to do it. However, DVD authoring class is very slack and hopefully i would have gain  adequate knowledge so that i can use the skill. Times are bad so just have to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other electives are film finance, so its pretty obvious that the class is very boring enough said but another electives that i can't wait for which is in next semester is black and white photography. Yes i finally got it after so much pestering the admin guy. Yay i can't wait i am going to develop it myself at the darkroom. Oh well i guess school isn't as bad as i expected it to be. I guess i should be thankful that i got what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats about it. A boring day in my life. In another time will i talk about some good topics if theres a demand for it of course...Au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111772779279432270?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111772779279432270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111772779279432270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111772779279432270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111772779279432270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/06/boring-day-in-my-life.html' title='A boring day in my life'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111701086233449279</id><published>2005-05-25T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:50:44.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liana is so mellow now. Forgive her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes,medicine alone just won't cure your sickness. I was down with flu since Monday. And my Mom was slightly mad at me coz went out with my friends the whole day albeit my health condition. But their company made me forget my (MAJOR) problem &amp; even made me forget for once that I was ill. You see, in the morning, I was out with The Girls to attend a syarahan by Ustaz Ismail Kamus &amp;amp; an Encik Yusof Ismail @Marina Blvd. Wore tudung and all... my my.. weren't we the Muslimah Idol.. haha.. Then at nite, the Triple F (i.e. Farid,Fad &amp; Farouk) asked me out for a car ride around town. Didnt even gave them my confirmation that Im goin or not &amp;amp; they were already waiting for me at my house void deck?! Wah lao! Die die have to go. So i grabbed my jacket, cash, mineral water, Panadol &amp; my celly. No time to dress up. So there I was all shabby &amp;amp; nerdy with messy hair &amp; my speckies. Met my knights-in-not-so-shining-armor.. 3 guys. 1 girl. 1 car. Off we zoomed to Far East Plaza for chillin session No.1. Farid was the royal driver &amp;amp; the rest of us were his humble passengers. I got to rest my head for awhile. Wasn't feeling too well. And Fad was afraid I would puke. Nuthin of that sort happened tho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw an ex schmate who told Farid not to tell that she was working there @7-11.. Ha! She saw us &amp; her eyes almost popped out of her skull! Hehe. After much talk-cock-sing-songs, we headed to Newton Circus for supper. Yeah. Ppl there were makin a clown out of themselves. We head to Cineleisure for chillin session No.2. This time around, our talk got more serious &amp;amp; private... Time check: 3am. Time to go home. Since I was the sickly princeASS, I was dropped home first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say somethin..Well,I always have something to say..hehe.. I realized that I'm lucky to have very very good buddies (Harifah &amp; Shikin). They are really cool people, if u get to know them. No words can describe my 2 wonderful galfrenz better. They are not so judgemental. Whatever bad things I do, they loved me all the same. And vice versa. Haha. Ok, LOVE is a bit too strong a word..(but u gals know what I mean..) They are really understanding. And fun people. So looks, I tell you, can be REALLY deceiving. I don't wanna boast abt them but hell, what I'm saying is TRUE. Just try hanging out with these 2 beautiful ladies &amp;amp;amp;amp; u'll know what i mean.. ;) And the Triple F? Well, I got to know them much better that nite. We seldom communicate during our sec school years &amp; I guess maturity had somehow stregthen our bond. I was comfortable in their company. Just like how comfortable I was with the 2 girls. Except with the Triple F, they can be rather crude. Them with their nonsense &amp;amp; silly stories. But boys will always be boys. Haha. Viva la Friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(P.S: To Farid, if you happen to read this, so sorry if I add on to your leg injury! YOU SHOULDNT HAVE PIGGYBACKED ME! I look small but im goddamn heavier than u!!Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Ikut hati mati. Ikut rasa binasa. Or is it the other way round? *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111701086233449279?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111701086233449279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111701086233449279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111701086233449279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111701086233449279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/05/liana-is-so-mellow-now-forgive-her.html' title='Liana is so mellow now. Forgive her.'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111686773770112323</id><published>2005-05-24T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:06:18.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School starting...</title><content type='html'>its me again...and today is officially my last day of the term break and tml will be the start of the end of my journey in poly. how time passes by so fast, as fast as you could say supercalifrajeristicespidocious i tink dats how u spell it...with a bat of an eyelid without even realising it, im going to be in third year and graduating soon but den again i juz dont feel like entering the work force just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like applying for some scholarships or mebe LBKM to further studies, tot of going overseas. get away from the everchanging fast-paced country, get away from all the hustle and bustle of city life (yah right!! as if i can survive in those third world countries) no offence to ppl staying dere but i cant deny dat growing here makes me kind of a spoilt brat. oh well whos isnt? i tink im just sick and tired of things...all things for dat matter not dat im not happy with my life. i am happy-contented with my life but not happy-ecstatic. so many things happening ard the world, so many ppl suffering. just feel like finding solace and tranquility...it seems like deres no peace anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well this is life...&lt;br /&gt;que sera sera...&lt;br /&gt;watever will be will be...&lt;br /&gt;the future not ours to see...&lt;br /&gt;que sera sera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goal for 2010 is to save up money and go on around-the-world-in-80-days-trip armed with a backpack and my mighty, precious and powerful canon SLR camera. all the shopping stuff can be sent back to hometown by freight. and yar not forgetting to visit all the seven wonders of the world which are "The Pyramids of Egypt", "The Taj Mahal", "The Great World of China", "The Eiffel Tower", "The Leaning Tower of Pisa", "The Statue of Liberty" and last but not least "The Hanging Gardens of Babylon". I dun recall of the last place and im not dat interested in visiting there but wat the heck since im touring the world theres absolutely no harm in going one more place. I think its quite a realistic goal ar and hopefully it will be fulfilled. gerls, care to join? juz drop me a buzz...ok ar tml got sch now 2am already still got some chores to do...nights...au revoir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to graduation day by vitamin c (radio 98.7fm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111686773770112323?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111686773770112323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111686773770112323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111686773770112323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111686773770112323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/05/school-starting.html' title='School starting...'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111656743679958726</id><published>2005-05-20T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:37:16.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Call</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;We're a group of student filmmakers from Ngee Ann looking for cast forour final year project entitled THE COLOUR OF BLOOD. Shot in 16mm,this is a Singapore "noir" film set in Chinatown about a private eyehired by a woman to investigate on her husband's extra-maritalaffairs. Auditions will be held on May 28th, Saturday, 1pm-6pm, at THESUBSTATION, 45 Armenian St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Eye Hock&lt;br /&gt;Male lead, Chinese&lt;br /&gt;30-40 yrs old&lt;br /&gt;Ability to drive&lt;br /&gt;Ability to speak Hokkien or Teochew a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearded Man&lt;br /&gt;Male,&lt;br /&gt;Chinese30-40 yrs old&lt;br /&gt;Ability to speak Hokkien or Teochew a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chan&lt;br /&gt;Male,&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, Plump&lt;br /&gt;40-50 yrs old&lt;br /&gt;Ability to speak Hokkien or Teochew a plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Chan&lt;br /&gt;Female,&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Slim "Tai Tai"&lt;br /&gt;Early 40s&lt;br /&gt;Able to smoke on screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Chan&lt;br /&gt;Female, Chinese&lt;br /&gt;"Foxy" looking&lt;br /&gt;20-25 yrs old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian&lt;br /&gt;Female, Eurasian/Caucasian&lt;br /&gt;25-30 yrs old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Bar Singers&lt;br /&gt;Pair of twins&lt;br /&gt;Ability to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police Inspector&lt;br /&gt;Male, any ethnicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email us at &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:colourofblood@gmail.com"&gt;colourofblood@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; if interested. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Guys, please spread around the word. Thanks.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111656743679958726?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111656743679958726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111656743679958726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111656743679958726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111656743679958726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/05/casting-call_20.html' title='Casting Call'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111575003275547146</id><published>2005-05-10T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T07:46:10.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Us All Be Adults For Once...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some bug has been bugging me. Bug buggin? Geddit. No? Ok fine. I'm in no mood to humour you tonite anyway. I found out that someone has been badmouthin me &amp; the girlies. I shouldn't even respond to these..u know.. getting all worked up &amp;amp; bile anonymously. But I particularly hate letting people get away with their accusations. And I dun appreciate my best buddies gettin slagged like that. Well before you start branding us with those ridiculous adjectives, let me give you a piece of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect my friends even if they can be such a pain in my shapely arse. But tell me. When they don't respect you in return, what would any sane person do? Me? You shoot me. I shoot u back. Twice. And I'll make sure it hurts like hell. You know I'm joking, right? Hehehe. ;) I dunno whether I should or should not take this silly stories to heart but you see, not long ago someone complained that the girlies &amp; I have been negligent towards a particular him/her..?? Oh I beg to differ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey take a chill pill, pal! Seriously check YOUR head. You are makin yourself sound so ridiculously petty &amp;amp; hilarious. Remember, others can't be there for you 24-7, ya know. They have commitments too. But no matter what, I believe good friends will (if not always) USUALLY be there for you. Sadly, most people take HELP for granted. When a problem arises, then they shall seek the other for help. If not, you are erased from their phonebooks. Now, that I dun appreciate. I understand that sometimes we rather keep our problems to ourselves. Coz we're afraid that it might be a burden to others. In fact, I do so too. ;) There was once I was in need of cash to pay for some important sch materials. Notes. Decided to forego the decision to ask my parents for money. End up getting left behind in class. Suffered a few bad grades. But whose fault was it? Yup. It was ME, alrite. I brought it upon myself. I was stupid. Flipside is, its best if you let it all out before it turns REALLY major. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is one strange thing which doesn't make sense. Say, when you'd tried helping a friend with his problems &amp; just for a second, you turn your head away from him &amp;amp; his problemos.. but then the next thing you know, word got around that you are The Useless Friend. And on top of that, he claims that he'd been excluded coz he dun get to join you for your outings. But did you make an effort to help him? Yes. And had you been doing most of the asking-alongs but everytime your offer got turned down? Yes again. Do you think he's being paranoid? Maybe. So tell me. Is it fair to be treated as such? I leave that to you to decide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another thing. Whats that again? Was someone questioning our intelligence?? Well, of coz we are The Intellectual Boobies with Brains!! Haha. We study like nobody's business. We sing like no ones listening. We party like no ones looking. All boobs &amp; looks and no brains maketh u dull person,no? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So take note. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is all in jest&lt;/span&gt;. Liana ain't some bitter ol' lady. Anyone with an ounce of intelligence will chuckle or laugh after reading these garbage. If you know me, you'd know my kind of humour. I'm trying to be more forgiving..harbour less grudges against anyone &amp; life in general..I'm definitely no Dalai Lama. ;) And I ain't an angel. It's just that age is catching up on us every single second so why not we all work at being more civilized towards each other and be adults for once. Afterall, I hope at the end of the day, we shall all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; hug, makeup &amp;amp; kiss. Big wet kisses at that! Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Im open to any constructive criticism or feedback. But if you or yOU or YOU wanna continue mouthing off accusations about me or the girlies…well.. go ahead. I ain't stopping ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I rest my case. For now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peace! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Homo means same. Domo means thanks. Dumbo is a cute lil elephant. And dodos are birds which go wee wee wee all the way home. *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111575003275547146?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111575003275547146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111575003275547146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111575003275547146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111575003275547146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/05/let-us-all-be-adults-for-once.html' title='Let Us All Be Adults For Once...'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111573192623822883</id><published>2005-05-10T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T06:32:06.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger....</title><content type='html'>today is supposedly the appeal day. its for those whos not in favour with their electives given and that they can appeal but u noe wat, this has to be one of the saddest day of my life coz i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; even haf any electives at all so to speak. imagine people are all going to appeal and here i am waiting impatiently for my electives or just my timetable in which deres only one module on wed one hr. i called the sch and told them abt my plight. the guy reassure me dat hes going to check it out in which i tink he did coz he called me again in like 3hrs later asking for my electives ranking and he haf the cheek to even say dat black and white photography is full. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN!!&lt;/span&gt; its so unfair, i cant even compete with the rest of the students for a place in which i stand quite a good chance in getting it. en later a fren called and told me dat i wasnt even on the system of the classes...like WAT!! is this wat i deserve for all the anxiety and kancheongness of me trying to rank black and white as first and changing the rest for like 5 times so dat i could get wat i want. damn and experimental project is also full...wah like dat i may as well no need to come to school and juz rot at home. i got a feeling the sch like hates me or sometink and refuses to give me any electives...wah lau tell me how am i going to graduate...but mebe all dese happened for a reason dunno wat yet. a blessings in disguise i shud say...sekali im in some class with those guys from the other cohort...haha...wishful thinking...dream on...ok i tink i shud stop here before everyone going to die reading my sad and miserable life...au revoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111573192623822883?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111573192623822883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111573192623822883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111573192623822883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111573192623822883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/05/anger.html' title='Anger....'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111555290257566881</id><published>2005-05-08T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T03:10:23.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>food for thoughts</title><content type='html'>gosh this is the second time im writing as a few moments beforeclicking the submit button, it hanged up on me. im just going to go straight to the point and not beat about the bush. firstly, i haf just bought the original SEPET DVD. yay the day haf come when im dying to get a hold of this film. yes u gerls can borrow if u want to. its a must watch for those people who loves heart warming and enlightening love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next thing im going to talk about is the fact that i had quite a good night yesterday while having dinner at Meritus Mandarin for the LBKM presentation. didnt expect it to be such a grand dinner with all the kekecohan like the policemen and metal detectors and the strict security. mana tidak the guest of honour is none other den the prime minister. it such a grand event i shud say celebrating the 40th anniversary of LBKM and there were many distinguished guests among the crowd with dozens of celebrity like radio deejays and other public/political figures. wow. so spectacular and i wish i could attend more of these events in future to come. i always get this kinda invites for high tea or dinners at exquisite places ever since i become an active volunteer and the ppl there form the MAEC society not that im looking forward to the perks and benefits of becoming a volunteer but its just fun and enjoying to go to such places. lucky me....who knows one day manalah tahu diketemukan jodoh dengan anak kepada this political/public figure ke...hahaha... oklah cannot talk much here before comp ni hang lagi i better go off now and im going to my grandparents house to celebrate Mother's Day. and yah Happy Mother's Day to all mothers and a belated birthday to my sis who celebrated it yesterdae at home....au revoir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the killers-smile like you mean it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111555290257566881?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111555290257566881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111555290257566881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111555290257566881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111555290257566881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/05/food-for-thoughts.html' title='food for thoughts'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111432487283017719</id><published>2005-04-24T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:11:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emanicipation of L</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok. I know I haven't been fulfilling my blogging duties. Forgive me. I'd been so caught up with final year exams,projects &amp; what-have-yous. The results were out &amp;amp; syukur alhamdulillah,I passed! That "Work hard,study hard" nonsense ain't enough for me,I guess. I live by a mantra of study hard, work harder &amp; party hardest! It's all about survival,babe. Each semester I went through was like an elimination round. You can't keep up,then it's BYE BYE to you. So yeah, A Boring Account of My Life In NP. Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So what have I been up to lately,u might wanna know? Or maybe not. But never mind. I'm going to bore u,still. Haha. Here goes the mundane details; woke up @ 0620hrs,took a shower,had breakfast,then watched CNA while sweeping the floor. Trialthons (walks,jogs,swimming. Tried &amp; tested.) were put on hold these days due to unforeseen circumstances. The 0700hrs jogathons were no exception. So. I woke up too early today. I admit that I'm not so much of a morning person. Didn't know that it'll felt so good waking up before dawn breaks and breathing in the sweet smells of fresh air and hurrah! hurrah! i got the chance to view the sunrise. This would be tops in "One of the Very Rare Moments In My Life" list.. Such symbolism. A new day. A new start. A new beginning. My bro,who was about to get ready for work,was wondering what in the world I was doing(sweeping the floor at that point of time) so early in the morning. Told you! I'm no early bird. Im only up not till noon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a free cat now. No school. No nothing. No commitments,per se. Tho' I may be bound to do some stuff at times. However, I'm currently the Yours truly Trainee House Coordinator. I took charge of the household chores as everyone in the pham is busy. Even my cat,who is forever sleeping, vomitting &amp;amp; crapping all over the place,and watching TV. She loves commercials,especially. I'm also taking advantage of my so-called holidays to do lots of reading &amp; trying to pray at least 5 times a day. I'm not pious. Just seeking solace &amp;amp; peace whilst atoning my sins. Praying is like yoga. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that,I'm working on something which I have not been doing since the O's. Yup,you bet. COOKING. Uurgh! My worst nightmare. But a woman has to do what a woman has to do,right? So I got my hands dirty &amp; tried out a few family recipes. Ah yes. Recently,The Girls &amp;amp; I had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://slayerette.fotopages.com"&gt;CookOut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; session @my place. Well,CookOut is actually a distant relation to ZoukOut. But while the latter is the assemblage of different genre of music into one arena,CookOut is a celebration of long-time friendship plus serving an eclectic choice of cuisine. Basically,it is all about the fusion of food,movies,madness &amp; MORE madness. And it was a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt;! What with the spaghetties,Mee Soto,chicken curry,egg sambal &amp;amp; mouthwatering salad. Oh yeah. Not forgetting the Twisties too. Viva le future chefs de partie! Haha. Another round of CookOut is on its way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesternite was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://slayerette.fotopages.com/?entry=428862&amp;back=http://slayerette.fotopages.com/?page=0"&gt;Girls' Nite Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The entourage consist of Notorious N.A.D.I.A, KarZima Kapoor, Reny Mukherjee, GodItsZila, IfuZz, Kinshuella, Huda Babushka, Artistic Inah, Lady Azura &amp; Mr Fiance(not sold separately), and myself,your humble Meow Meow. We had do abit of "trekking" to reach the eating place that was located right inside the heart of the Jungle of Dempsey Rd. Some strange happenings occurred on the way. Like rustling of trees at night when there was no friggin wind at all... Freaky... But the food there was ok. It was Indian cusine galore! Fish curry,chicken curry,poppadams,briyani..oh,the usual stuff. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. I think. But heck,it was just good to see one another again. And all of us growing old &amp;amp; fat together... hurhurhur..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey,I saw my avid health buff of a cousin on CNA just now. You can catch her on CNA's fitness segment every morning. Not that I'm against her being ever so healthy. No disrespect. Health is wealth. But isn't it unbearable to see this aphrodite with this supertone bod who has the stamina to jog every morning, goes skydiving Down Under sometimes, who's a regular gym-goer, and who has her own BLOODY PERSONAL TRAINER?! Oh no.. I have to stay in shape. My inability to grow vertically is bad enough and I don't want to grow horizontally. God no. Trialthons shall resume A.S.A.P. and I shall train to be the greatest disciple of Healthdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* The more I procrastinate,the more dire my situation is. Exercise,anyone? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111432487283017719?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111432487283017719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111432487283017719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111432487283017719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111432487283017719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/04/emanicipation-of-l.html' title='The Emanicipation of L'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111431692490573463</id><published>2005-04-24T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T21:28:44.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh juz gt bck fr cemetry...cos mi granny juz past away  laz saturdae...now i realise that human life span is very short though some people may argue wit mi dat it is long....we kinda of visited her graveyard juz now.......and for ur info,this is mi first time going 2 cemetry.....we went to this area where they buried new corpse u c...n  at dat point of tym,i felt so gloomy,scared,the feeling  wanted 2 repent suddenly was  in mi mind... .....as wat liana had said the scenery there was super sombre.....(yeash it is,  gal)....went to visit the other graveyard 2 since we were....went to the kiddo&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perkuburan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;section to visit mi adek sedara who had died in 1999........ anw  saw dis  verse goes&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"allah telah menjadi kita dan di sinilah kita kembali&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; one of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kubur&lt;/em&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;dunno whether  the verse is right cos these days im having short term memory..wahaha...correct mi if im wrong.....but dats a  true fact n u cnt deny it...face it!!!!we will b there one there n it can be tomorrow......im here not 2 preach bt juz wanted 2 share mi feelings n views abt dis all dis.....we are actually living in the illusory werld where we tot it is real...n we are definitely bewildered  abt it......all these social probs dat kin mentioned are not only surfacing bt they are proliferating.....tink bout dis,all these tsunami  and earthquake happened are not juz natural disasters bt bt they  seem like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2 us to repent n remember &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;. b4 itsa 2 late......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111431692490573463?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111431692490573463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111431692490573463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111431692490573463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111431692490573463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/04/gosh-juz-gt-bck-fr-cemetry.html' title=''/><author><name>FUzzy Lipicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164224276194426935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111376355457048737</id><published>2005-04-18T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T11:45:54.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News around us</title><content type='html'>Hi there. Welcome to another exciting entry by the none other than Professor Madya Shikin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic that I will be discussed today is: Do we really need to have a casino? Won't there be more social problems arising from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is inevitable that there will be tons of job for the unemployed. It is no denying that our economic structure will improve but on the other hand, we will be facing more social problems as it is already. Even though there is only a 0.4% of Malays who gamble, it is a scary thought anyhow. Hopefully they ban all Muslim from entering casinos like the one in Genting or so I was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about the social problems coming from our society. As it is currently, we have too much in our hands like the rising number of unwanted pregnancies, abortion, divorces, drop-outs and not forgetting those ill-fated diseases like HIV and AIDS. Not that I can do anything about it but yah this is reality and there is no escaping from it. I can only spread the message across but knowing humans and their ego, I don't think I can do something miracle like asking them to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newflash: From the news, " There have been a rising in teenagers visiting prostitues and some are as young as 15 years old. Whose fault is it? " and from the local newspaper also talks about the young girls in the infamous red light district zone some as young as sec sch kids. It is such a pity that there are some people who would go against all odds like sacrificing their dignity in the name of money. One's youth is wasted down the drain just like that. What happens to the notion that "Perempuan Melayu terkenal dengan sopan-santun dan budi-pekerti mereka?" Hopefully the statistics would just stay as it is or  decrease in time to come. There is a rise in number of ill-fated diseases coming from these people. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"DEAR PEOPLE, THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN JUST MONEY, SEX, DRUGS, ALCOHOL. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ALL THESE JUST SO THAT YOU CAN PROVE TO PEOPLE THAT YOU ARE COOL/HIP WATEVA."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I beg to differ being cool (I believe) is when you are comfortable in your own skin and not needing to follow people in which it is so UNCOOL. People tend to look at our society differently not because of our achievements in which we have come thus far but our weaknesses. Bak kata pepatah " Sebab nila setitik, rosak susu sebelanga" I think thats how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of drugs, did you know that there was 3000 drug addicts in those days. The highest in the history man. Phew!! Kudos to the government efforts and CNB, the number decrease to ard 200. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is there is insufficient manpower of all those social workers like counsellors (mind you,counsellors do have their own lives like family and all their time is spent on dealing with all these problems) and now with so many "gejala-gejala sosial yang bermahajarela" here, i fear the safety of all of us. Tuhan akan jatuhkan bermacam-macam balak kepada manusia seperti di Indonesia dengan Tsunami dan bermacam-macam lagi bencana alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to preach here but I am just worried and scared as I heard a lot of the volcanoes in Indonesia are active due to the Tsunami and theres a chance that we might be affected. So while reading this, come let us all pray and hope that we are protected and nothing will happen to us. "Marilah sama-sama bacakan Al-Fatihah dan berdoa supaya kami akan dilingdungi Allah. Amin Yarobbal Alamin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rather hard topic but well i gotta do what i gotta do and i gotta say what i gotta say. So its up to you to read, ponder and reflect uopn yourself. I, myself have been doing a lot of reflection and trying to change for the better, turn over a new leaf, becoming more pious. Don't worry about me, i have my own agenda and i have all the support and encouragement i need from my family, 2 bestest buddies, a beloved fren cum organiser of the-tak-jadi-KL-trip and the rest of my friends whom have affected or touched my life in one way or another. Love you guys so much. Heres a quote from me "Sembahyanglah kamu sebelum kamu disembahyangkan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No offence to whoever reading this. Don't hate me for this. I am here to state the obvious facts that is already there. I didn't do any research or survey whatsoever prior to this issue. Sorie for the mix of languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Professor Madya Shikin signing out. Assamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to sunday mornings by maroon 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111376355457048737?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111376355457048737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111376355457048737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111376355457048737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111376355457048737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/04/news-around-us.html' title='News around us'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111353067024768236</id><published>2005-04-15T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:04:30.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm in school and I'm bored.  I'm studying for my IMK CA test while updating this blog.  That should show you how bored I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So gerls, how was the chapati?  Should be nice.  YUMMY!!  Can smell it right now.  I'm sorry but I'm a bit busy this month with all the tests, projects and there should be a presentation too.  Exams are just next month and I'm graduating soon so I really should buck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I won't be following you for the KL trip.  You should know why.  I don't mind if we're going JB, then maybe I can unwind but this is KL.  Kuala Lumpur.  The capital of Malaysia.  You should get me something.  Maybe you can pool all your money together and get me a CANON Digital IXUS 40 Digicam.  Hehe.  Nah, I'm just kidding.  Maybe Liana can get me a shirt or a skirt or jeans.  Ifuzz can get me some accessories.  I don't know why I'm into accessories right now and Shikin can get me foods.  HEHEHE!!!  Ok ok, I'm only kidding.  You can get me anything you want, it's all up to you guys.  I'm not forcing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I should get back to my IMK which stands Internet Marketing if some of you don't know what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cheerios :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111353067024768236?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111353067024768236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111353067024768236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111353067024768236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111353067024768236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-thoughts.html' title='My thoughts'/><author><name>hudz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04200581081220430466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111315879173741087</id><published>2005-04-11T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T11:46:31.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans for the upcoming week</title><content type='html'>yo gerls, so how our BBQ marshmellows at east coast? ifah our dear miss organizer...wat do u haf in mind? btw bile kita nak gi JB? i heard they are now screening SEPET...i want to watch but then again its in malaysia and with the rather strict censorships im sure sepet will have like at least 8 cuts. its going to be a sheer waste of time, energy and money to go all the way to jb and be dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, gerls, are u all free on tuesday or any day that you gerls are free, come to my house, i cook chapati nak. Remember our plans to go to one another hse to savour each other's cooking. Huda, u r invited to join if u r free coz we know you are still schooling. Then, after dat we go to liana or harifah' s hse. It will be fun sia we gerls cooking together or juz eating at each other's houses. Like in F&amp;N class minus the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincah Miss organizer, we dont haf much time. my holidays left 1 month and 13 days. And on top of all that, i still need to call up sponsorships and casting call and 101 more stuff to do. We are also going KL end of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, anyone out there interested in acting, can just email me at &lt;a href="mailto:kinshikin@gmail.com"&gt;kinshikin@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="mailto:bibik_85@yahoo.com.sg"&gt;bibik_85@yahoo.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="mailto:fpj_garcen15@hotmail.com"&gt;fpj_garcen15@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; This is my final year specialist project and its on film. Yes real film but its in black and white though. Criteria: Have never acted for any of FSV projects. We want fresh new faces. If u think u got what it takes, than do not hesitate to email me at preferably gmail account unless its going to explode like hotmail account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to Siboney from 2046 OST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111315879173741087?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111315879173741087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111315879173741087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111315879173741087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111315879173741087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/04/plans-for-upcoming-week.html' title='Plans for the upcoming week'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111262118570635102</id><published>2005-04-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T06:26:25.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wat a dae!!!!!no home tutoring 2dae n i can have a nice rest se.....had a lil catch up wit liana at town  since im so stressed up n a lil bored plus moody as  it was raining cats n dogs juz now...well liana,dat was the first tym i went 2 town se cos im 2 caught up wit werk n stuff,din have tym 2 hangout wit ya gerlz...sowie,will make up wit ur gurlz sum other tym ok.......haha...seldom go 2 town dat often  cos itsa god damn boring.....went 2 dfs cos shikin told mi deres discount 50%!!!!maner ader ci kak oi!!deres onli 4 certain brand of watches...da semangat2 i wanna buy n ta-dah,theres no sale at all except for certain brand lar....haiz..... gosh mi mind is in whirlpool ryte now...damn stressed se 2dae,was thinking abt mi new skool n stuff,will i get in anot?can i survive dere?gosh i really hope i cn enter 2 ani skool se!!!!!will only b informed the posting in early may!!wish mi luck gurlzz!i really wish i cn get in.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111262118570635102?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111262118570635102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111262118570635102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111262118570635102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111262118570635102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/04/wat-daeno-home-tutoring-2dae-n-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>FUzzy Lipicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164224276194426935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111177570957322801</id><published>2005-03-25T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T01:30:05.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>da Infamous Nonsense Queen speaks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Is thy miniscule stature the reason why thou think thy can be taken advantage of? Or is it just thy happy-go-lucky persona that made thou think that way? Oh how dare...... This is getting to me. Really. Tell you what. I'm not a toy. I'm not made of stone. If you, Martians, think we women can be easily manipulated and you can easily wrap us around your fingers, I guess you are wrong about THIS lady right here. I'm definitely not one of those women who would sacrifice my moral issues just to get ahead, to attain happiness because albeit me being the potential unforgivable sinner that I am&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*God,forgive me*&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; at least I know that at the end of the day, I still have my pride. Yes, sir. &lt;strong&gt;PRIDE&lt;/strong&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;DIGNITY&lt;/strong&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;INTEGRITY&lt;/strong&gt;. Plus most of the values learned from Civics and Moral Education or...what's that Malay version..Rakyat Yang Baik??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if someone cares about you, isn't it right that he/she would not dare blur your vision and not try to smother you with negativity? How can some people be so selfish as to think that the world should only revolve around them? And those heartless ones, fancy giving others false hopes and then smashing their hearts into pieces. Worse comes to worse, it leads to one being suicidal. Read the news where the bf kills himself because of the gf.. A leads B on. B falls in love with A. In the end, A said: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's all just a game,darlin."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*tsk tsk tsk*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Shame on you if you are part of this Cruel Inc. Seriously, how can humans be so inhumane? But then again, don't mind me. I'm just being a tad too bitchy and touchy on these kind of issues lately. U can hate me or criticize me. But whatever you say coz thou all shall be entitled to thou's own opinion anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these unnecessary stress that's been bugging me, how I wish I can go back to Dubai. The last time I went was 8 friggin' years ago. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hints to Mumsie &amp; Dadster*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dubai was one of the few places where I could actually feel the peace and serenity. Other than my bedroom and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the toilet, of course. But that is exactly what I need right now. Aha! As I'm watching the World Cup Qualifiers match on the cable now, let me share with you this unforgettable experience I had during my short stay @ Dubai. I, Liana S, had the chance to rub-shoulders with, if not all, some of the Iran football players! Yeah, man. The whole team was right there in front of my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*please standby paperbags*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;beautiful almond-shaped eyes.  And I'm practically watching them on TV right now, tho' some might have left the team. Haha. I think only Alanis Morisette knows as much about irony as I do now. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Alrite, the dope is this. My pham &amp;amp; I happened to stay at the same hotel with them. Talking about coincidence... So, the next thing we knew, the place was mobbed with paparazzis the following morning. Kecoh,babe! Apparently, Dubai was their pit-stop before they proceed back to their hometown after their match against Australia for an I-Dono-What-Match. Dadster pun apa lagi, tangkap glamour lah sekejap among the football players.. Posing pun tak agak-agak! Haha. My bro managed to snap a few shots of him with the Iranian team. Well, insyaallah, I shall post up the pics here or somethin' yarh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Waiting is a bitch. Hope is a fucking lie. I was falling in love. But now I'm falling apart.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111177570957322801?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111177570957322801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111177570957322801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111177570957322801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111177570957322801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/da-infamous-nonsense-queen-speaks.html' title='da Infamous Nonsense Queen speaks...'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111142241902562508</id><published>2005-03-22T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T08:26:59.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka!!Merdeka!!</title><content type='html'>Yay, adinda bangga hari ini kerana adinda bebas dari segala cengkaman sekolah and apa-apa yang sewaktu dengannya. Merdeka!!Merdeka!! Akan adinda mengnikmati masa-masa cuti adinda dengan pergi merantau antarabangsa and membuat kerja-kerja yang berfaedah. Agenda adinda termasuk ingin belajar berbahasa mandarin, berenang dan bermacam-macam lagi yang selama ini adinda tidak mempunyai kesempatan untuk berbuat demikian dan telah tangguhkan itu semua demi persekolahan adinda yang akan berakhir tidak kurang setahun lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "Semboyan telah berbunyi..." some malaysian patriotic song that is always on my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111142241902562508?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111142241902562508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111142241902562508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111142241902562508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111142241902562508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/merdekamerdeka_22.html' title='Merdeka!!Merdeka!!'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111073519598536108</id><published>2005-03-14T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T09:34:01.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad and depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not in a good mood today, feeling rather sad and depressed. Oh well, this is one of the "low" moments in my life like a putaran roda. I hate fate, my pathetic life and most importantly i HATE U!! BECAUSE OF YOU, im in this miserable state that im in. IF ONLY, you thought abt me then, i wouldnt be in this state. Thank you so much for the misery you have caused all these years. I will always bear that in mind. I hate everyone in the face of this universe. Enuff said. And to hell with the tests im going to sleep maybe i start studying tml when im more composed and calmer and can think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111073519598536108?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111073519598536108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111073519598536108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111073519598536108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111073519598536108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/sad-and-depressed.html' title='Sad and depressed'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111064969876658991</id><published>2005-03-13T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T09:48:18.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Whahaha... something good and unexpected happened to me yesterday. Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111064969876658991?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111064969876658991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111064969876658991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111064969876658991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111064969876658991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-feel-good.html' title='I feel good'/><author><name>hudz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04200581081220430466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111022803610426145</id><published>2005-03-08T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T08:31:29.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now...That's What It's Called SACRIFICE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If you've no idea what Prof Shikin meant in the previous entry, here's an excerpt from PGL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gusti Putri:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekecil-kecil burung kedidi, adinda terbang ke hati kekanda mengharapkan cinta yang menggunung..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hang Tuah:&lt;/strong&gt; Jika patah sayap rajawali, bertongkat juga kanda ke mari..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gusti Putri:&lt;/strong&gt; Adinda anggap sebagai janji. Kalau kekanda tidak kembali, adinda akan menyusul kekanda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hang Tuah:&lt;/strong&gt; Tiada siapa yang perlu lakukan apa yang bukan kemahuan hatinya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111022803610426145?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111022803610426145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111022803610426145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111022803610426145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111022803610426145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/nowthats-what-its-called-sacrifice.html' title='Now...That&apos;s What It&apos;s Called SACRIFICE.'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111022330394801128</id><published>2005-03-08T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T11:21:43.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a movie critic</title><content type='html'>Hi there, this is yet again Professor Madya Shikin from ChannelNewsBerok. Dun worry I am not here to talk abt the single issues. I think that is enuf for that day. Btw I muz thank Missy, whoever u r out there. Thanks for the comments. I muz say we are indeed a bunch of girls who are, lets juz put it this way,  too free, thus we end up writing some theories. I think if theres an overwhelming response, me and the rest might be thinking of publishing a book. Hahahaha...wow enuf abt dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, today's topic: "Are women being potrayed as an object of sacrifice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch this film called Sunset at Chaopraya in the sch lib and i almost cried at the end. It is such a sad film that I think love is such a wonderful but yet queer thing. I mean this film is based upon a very simple and quite cliche plot. A love triangle bla bla...i noe its cheesy but its trying to show that we must not take for granted the finer things in life. I love the film for its sad ending. I'm into those tears trickling films like Riding in cars wif boys. Dunno why but i am just a big fan of sad films like SEPET all time favourite. I feel like watching Rabun and Gubra. (PS: Yasmin Ahmad, if i ever graduate with good grades, can i join your company and learn from you the selok-belok of making a marvellous and superb film of the year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;It's 1939 in Siam. The Japanese are threatening invasion and the Free Thai movement is gaining momentum. Angsumalin, the beautiful daughter of a military leader, says good-bye to her friend Vanus, who is going to England to study. She won't promise to marry him, but will give him an answer when he returns. The Japanese invade, and circumstances bring Angsumalin together with Kobori, an idealistic Japanese captain, who is also related to a powerful Japanese general. Although she despises Kobori, she agrees to marry him for political purposes to protect her father and the Free Thai movement. In 1944, Vanus returns and the conflicting rivalries and emotions come to a head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, women are often potrayed as an object to sacrifice herself, her love, the man she loves for the sake of protecting her country, father and society. Isn't it so ironic that its always the woman that are being the scapegoat and not the guys. Maybe women are deemed to be more sensitive and willing and soft-hearted i think. I leave it for you to decide. Maybe this film is not a good example, but what about the film Puteri Gunung Ledang? Puteri Gusti sacrifice herself, her love and the man she loves to do what? protect her country and fellowmates. But what about her own herself? Doesn't she entitle to her own rights to do what she firmly believe in. Her love for Hang Tuah in this context. She tried ways and means to do just what she believes in but to her dismay, she is seen to be disobeying the Sultan Melaka and thus she was cursed a deep one though. And she being a woman as she is, very sensitive and not egoist. She is willing to suffer than letting her Hang Tuah suffer from seeing her and cursed to death. It must be very painful for her and I cant imagine myself being in her shoes, I am sure going to be miserable for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just a film, a representation of reality in which it is just a myth or so it seems. What about the "real" sacrifice a woman have to make in her journey in life to find that happiness in which she have to forgo a lot of things which you and I thinks its just the small little things. Just look at our mothers and we can see that their sacrifices is huge enough to make one ponder and to appreciate the small little things we take for granted. I am in no position to say this coz i myself never really see that yet and still take things for granted. And also in a relationship, most girls/women are often heard to be sacrificing a lot to make the relationship work. Oh well, this is just life. C'est la vie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thinks thats all for now. I can just continue writing without stopping. Strangely enough, writing is never my forte but i can think of so many things to write here. This is just how me and my brain works. This is Professor Madya Shikin from ChannelNewsBerok Singapore signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to drive from incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000009DNW/ref=nosim/bangkokworld-20?dev-t=D2Y5TUCCVJ7DGE" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111022330394801128?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111022330394801128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111022330394801128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111022330394801128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111022330394801128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/movie-critic.html' title='a movie critic'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111017389663410832</id><published>2005-03-07T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:38:16.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still loving you</title><content type='html'>Even though I've posted this entry at my blog but I would like to post it here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How do I tell him that I still love him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How do I tell him that I miss him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How do I tell him that I still care for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some things don't really go your way.  I don't mean what I said when I say all those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He was really perfect.  He understood me, cared for me and his love has never wavered at all.  But now, all that is history.  His family hates me to the core.  Sometimes, I wonder if this is all just a dream.  Then, reality sets in and I know its for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been lying to my friends saying that I'm gettin by when I'm not.  Met Latif yesterday and he said that I looked thinner.  Told him that I've not been eating since last week.  This was a really big blow to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just wanna apologise for anything and everything that I've done wrong.  I know its too late but just know that I will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111017389663410832?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111017389663410832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111017389663410832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111017389663410832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111017389663410832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-still-loving-you.html' title='I&apos;m still loving you'/><author><name>hudz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04200581081220430466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111013184607876454</id><published>2005-03-07T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T10:52:26.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Singledom, Singletons! (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>This is Professor Madya Shikin from ChannelNewsBerok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more to add on to the list that was compiled by my fellow friends.&lt;br /&gt;1) I think some girls at this age ( i mean at the age of 20 and above, not teens) are in the cant-be-bothered-and-if-theres-someone-its-good-and-if-not-well-what-to-do. We just que-sera-sera leaving to fate is the best way. I mean we are no longer a teenager and one wrong move can leave us to regret for the rest of our life. I believe all of us have the ideal guy they want to marry and how they plan to get married but whether it will come true really lies in our fate. Bak kata pepatah, "Kita merancang, Tuhan menentukan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Some are just turned off by the fact that guys are just wanting to flaunt their girlfriend and that they MUST have a gf who fulfill all these certain criterias set by god noes who. So shallow!! Haven't you heard of the saying "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder" or " Never judge a book by its cover". A pretty girl does not mean she have all the good qualities in her. Qualities as in kindness, generosity and stuff. I am trying to condemn my own gender but as a Professor and standing here where I am at this age, a lot of observations, stories recounted and experiences are compiled and therefore. I am hereby officially saying that "YOU SHOULD NOT SUCCUMB TO GUYS SWEET TALKS". Oh well, been there, done that and got dissapointed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all folks, more to come till i think of many more to say. And no offences to whoever reading it as I say its just a compilations of all observations, recounted stories and real life experiences. Professor Madya Shikin from ChannelNewsBerok signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to goodil by stoned revivals from 12 storeys OST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111013184607876454?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111013184607876454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111013184607876454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111013184607876454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111013184607876454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/welcome-to-singledom-singletons-part-3.html' title='Welcome to Singledom, Singletons! (Part 3)'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111010405474753581</id><published>2005-03-06T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T02:14:14.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Singledom, Singletons!  (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here are some more points.  It's from my point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1.  His family hates you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2.  He is a super duper asshole.  No matter how much you love him, he can just throw away the relationship as if it meant nothing, no matter how long it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And this is Professor Madya Huda reporting LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111010405474753581?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111010405474753581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111010405474753581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111010405474753581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111010405474753581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/welcome-to-singledom-singletons-part-2.html' title='Welcome to Singledom, Singletons!  (Part 2)'/><author><name>hudz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04200581081220430466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-111010124757096336</id><published>2005-03-05T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T01:37:09.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Singledom, Singletons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After being single for my entire life, I think it's high-time I search for a soulmate...NOT. The Parents have been asking if I have a boyfriend or not. Hmm... You see, my sis has one &amp; my bro has been stashing his Russian girlfriend somewhere and keeping it a hush-hush. Hehe. So I guess they expected and suspected that I've one too. And furthermore, Mom got married at the age of 20-21. And I'm gonna turn the big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWO-OH&lt;/span&gt; soon!!! So you should understand how I was pressurized by all these crazy intrusion of my private life. Truth is, Mommy, I've none. Zero Nada. Zilch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, I was out with Kin yesternite to Marina Sq. Ok,I've no idea how/why we discussed about this issue but we were riding the bus home when out of nowhere, the 2 of us started rambling like &lt;em&gt;makcik-makciks&lt;/em&gt; on how tough it is to find The One, why we are still single..yadda yadda yadda. Coincidentally, we had almost the same sentiments on Singledom &amp;amp; the frustrations of having our status being questioned. Being single ain't all it's cracked up to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyways, my good buddy here had had relationships before. And among us 4 girlies, I'm the only one who's never been involved in a single serious relationship. I am the Yours Truly Virginite. But strangely enough, I'm also their Aunt Agony. I lend them a listening ear to their relationship problems and at times, I provide them with advices. And all this coming from me eh??Haha. Funny. I don't think I'm even qualified to tell them what's wrong and what's right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, the following are just one of the few "theories" that Kin &amp; I had come up with. All in random order. Feel free to post up more points, if you think I've missed any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why Some Women Remain Single (Like Us)" -By Professor Madya Shikin &amp;amp; Professor Madya Liana&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The eligible bachelors are either gay, unavailable or unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Difficulty in finding someone who can accept me, my sewelness and I. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ignorance. Someone is interested in us but we ignored the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Or maybe, takde orang suka kita lah. Kalau suka pun, nanti bertepuk disebelah tangan pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Men nowadays are not gentleman enough. They don't know how to tackle a girl properly. Pakai lah tactic sikit. Takkan nak pekik-pekik macam lagu JET tu.. "ARE YOU GONNA BE MY GIRL?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mr Right is so hard to find. Mr Wrong boleh didapati di banyak cawangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Freedom. Don't need to report strength to bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Not sure about Kin, but when someone popped THE question, I just freaked out (ye lah, salah aku jugak! Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kita memang choosy. Banyak suitors tapi takde chemistry .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cases of bad &amp;amp; problematic relationships turns me off to forge one myself..... I've enough of problems! Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;* .....Kalau jodoh tak ke mana..... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-111010124757096336?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/111010124757096336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=111010124757096336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111010124757096336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/111010124757096336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/welcome-to-singledom-singletons.html' title='Welcome to Singledom, Singletons!'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110975466995655893</id><published>2005-03-02T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T11:32:22.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse Amused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Here are on of the few photos sent by dear Adam (Wicked Aura) of him &amp; his band aka Global Chaos &amp;amp; Budi and his band aka Cracked Healer. It's them a few years back.... Oh,correction. I think it was a DECADE ago..? Hehe. Adam with his long hair and vests (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like the prints on Adam's jeans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) &amp; Budi with an un-Budi hairdo and baggy pants. So kawaii neh!! And I haven't seen bell bottoms yet..Hurhurhur.. I've resized the pic so that none can make fun of it..only I can! nyuck nyuck nyuck! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Images hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v707/kechique/adamresized.bmp" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Images hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v707/kechique/budiresized.bmp" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Copyrights Reserved @ Adam &amp;amp; Budi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(P.S: Saudara Adam, kalau anda membaca entry saya ini, AWAK MEMANG CUTE! Hehe.. PEACE!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-110975466995655893?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/110975466995655893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=110975466995655893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110975466995655893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110975466995655893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/muse-amused.html' title='Muse Amused'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110965116760453367</id><published>2005-03-01T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:28:12.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I don't know whether I'm still feeling like shit. I guess I do feel like shit. My left hand is already so ugly due to the fact that I cut it. I'm so stress right now because of one stupid problem and it's affecting all my work. I didn't even turned up for the 2nd interview at Daiso because of it. Yan, if you are reading this, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my menses right now. Just started in school and the bad thing is that I'm wearing g-string and it's the pink one. DAMN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, I just wanna say thank you for being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-110965116760453367?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/110965116760453367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=110965116760453367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110965116760453367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110965116760453367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/03/like-shit.html' title='Like shit'/><author><name>hudz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04200581081220430466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110955882328215927</id><published>2005-02-27T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T09:52:59.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Nice To Me Or I'll Pee At Your Doorstep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Humans can be so insensitive sometimes. Especially this classmate of mine aka Fi. She has a mouth so big I can stuff a whole turkey in it. The thing is, she loves putting other people down. I knew I would be her target one day. And so it happened. I was lunching with my classmates &amp; she was one of them. We were talking about normal stuff.. final year project.. which lecturer sucks.. where we wanna go after we graduate.. yadda yadda yadda.. Then the next thing I knew, she started commenting about MY flaw. I wasn't dressed to kill that day, you see. My face was makeup-free. But heck,where did that came from?!!!! Every eye was on me. Expecting me to smile &amp;amp; laugh along. Like how THEY react to her criticisms. I don't understand why or how they can bear with her. But not for me. Furthermore, I was not in a good mood that day. Sorry, bitch. I guess you've stepped on barbed wire. So I spat back at her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh well, at least my pimples or whateva comes n goes. Unlike yours. What IS that on your legs, Fi? *pointing at her scars &amp; scabs* Goodness! It's been there since the 1st semester!! Why don't you go fix THAT instead then you are welcome to criticize me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is, she was silent for the rest of the day. The class were already hi5-ing me &amp;amp; gave thumb-ups. Woah! Suddenly I was the Heroine of the Day. Haha. I'm not proud to hurt her feelings but I'm proud that I can TEACH her to behave. PEACE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-110955882328215927?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/110955882328215927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=110955882328215927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110955882328215927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110955882328215927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/02/be-nice-to-me-or-ill-pee-at-your.html' title='Be Nice To Me Or I&apos;ll Pee At Your Doorstep'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110914908362475543</id><published>2005-02-23T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T00:58:03.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh im bored at werk...surf the net from 8am se...cos the stocks have nt arrived..mi job is simple..juz key in the BL NO bla bla n so on....so galz wats ur further plan huh?im planning 2  go to johor bt dunno when .....mebe should go down n catcha sum movies at city square...we dun mind gettin more ppl if yall are interested..wahahha.......cos im bored living n shoppin in spore!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110898680031444065</id><published>2005-02-21T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T03:58:39.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;heya galz...im so sory ....clnt find u galz at CHINGGAY....was seaching u all ova bt clnt find the place...it was super packed n plus ...i din even noe dat will b ended up wit HIM.....he wanted 2 mit uo wit u gerlz bt den u all da nk balik....haiyah...gosh...miz ya gerlz lotsa!!!!!!shld go out sum dae...gi CITY SQUARE kape ngok movies n stuff.....bt arrghh...so sorry 2 sae dis week i cant go out wit ya psl im werking the straight 10 daes starting fr 2dae...from 8am to 8 pm lar.....haiyah...doing data entry job at sumwhere in Spore...nanw for ur info galz,i have quitted dat cpf job cos they sae dey will b cutting temp staff..n so i get another job offer which is dis data entry thingy..hehe....k lar...lotsa of&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LUV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from mi k!!!take care galz...anitink juz &lt;em&gt;RING&lt;/em&gt; mi up or sms mi yup!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-110898680031444065?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/110898680031444065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=110898680031444065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110898680031444065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110898680031444065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/02/heya-galz.html' title=''/><author><name>FUzzy Lipicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164224276194426935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110882986831759162</id><published>2005-02-19T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:10:59.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Man, One Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Below is the lyrics for ABBA's One MAn, One Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;For those of you who don't know this song, you should download it, buy the CD, anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its a great song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;No smiles, not a single word at the breakfast table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Though I would have liked to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;So much that I wanna say but I feel unable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;You leave and you slam the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Like you've done so many times before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And I cry and I feel so helpless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One man, one woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Two friends and two true lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Somehow we'll help each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Through the hard times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One man, one woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One life to live together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One chance to take that never comes back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;'Til the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Outside I can see the sun through the open window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Inside everything feels so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;What's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;What is happening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Where did all our love go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes when I just can't cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I cling to a desperate hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And I cry and I feel like dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One man, one woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Two friends and two true lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Somehow we'll help each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Through the hard times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One man, one woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One life to live together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One chance to take that never comes back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;You and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;'Til the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Daydreams of a better life but I have to wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;The sound of a key in the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;You smile and I realise that we need a shake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Our love is a precious thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Worth the pain and suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;And it's never too late for changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One man, one woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Two friends and two true lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Somehow we'll help each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Through the hard times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One man, one woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One life to live together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;One chance to take that never comes back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;You and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;'Til the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-110882986831759162?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/110882986831759162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=110882986831759162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110882986831759162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110882986831759162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/02/one-man-one-woman.html' title='One Man, One Woman'/><author><name>hudz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04200581081220430466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110866014535298976</id><published>2005-02-18T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T09:09:05.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can call me Nurse Liana now. Thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom was hospitalized last week @NUH due to a serious case of gastritis. Boy, it got me worried sick and depressed. I totally lost focus on my school work. Projects were abandoned.  Call me a crybaby all u want but I just wasn't being myself. I cried silently in toilets.. in class, where I'll isolate myself.. tears simply flow down my cheeks when I stay awake in the middle of the night, thinking of Mom. Very emo right.. haha.. that was how deep the impact was on me. There IS a softer side of Liana afterall, okaay... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I accompanied Mom throughout her 6-days stay @ ward 64. Right from Chinese New Year till V-Day. And I was like practically living there.. Like hello, I was there almost everyday from as early as 0800 till 1000 keeping Mom company. Well, the pham &amp; I took turns being her &lt;em&gt;jaga &lt;/em&gt;lah.. But I suddenly felt a great sense of duty (aka &lt;strong&gt;Motherly Instinct&lt;/strong&gt;) to take care of her,spent time with her.. balas her &lt;em&gt;budi, jasa&lt;/em&gt; + whatever whatever.. Before it's too late.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So there I was, with Mom the whole time. Looked after her, talked about stuff we never used to talk, made friends with other patients (even swapped contact numbers with some!), &lt;em&gt;kacau-kacau&lt;/em&gt; the nursies .. haha. The staff were not bad lah.. They were ignorant &amp; rude. INITIALLY. But after a day or 2, when we got to know each other better, we all got along fine. The nursies were nice. They were a pretty bunch when they smiled. They rarely smile because they claimed that their smile is "expensive". Haha. They have beautiful names too.. &lt;strong&gt;Asha, Manika, Rowena, Liezle, Jeanat&lt;/strong&gt;; just to name a few. And, there were 2 male nursies. &lt;em&gt;Jangan marah&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. One is old &amp; short. While the other is tall &amp;amp; young. For sure you would want to know of the tall &amp; young one right.. Naughty ah.. Hehehe.. Ok, anyhoo, he's this tall dude, early 20s, wif short punky hairdo who look like any normal &lt;em&gt;Mat&lt;/em&gt; when he's out of his uniform.. Haha. I don't want to judge if he's good-looking or not.. and I'm not saying his not good-looking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When it comes to men, I can be the most ignorant arse. I don't bother looking around. Yah, I do make passing remarks once in awhile. But this nursie simply caught my attention by the way he talked to Mom. Very &lt;em&gt;berbudi bahasa&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Beralas&lt;/em&gt;. Good good. If I'm a mother, I would be impressed myself. Haha. I'm not too sure if it's because he's a NURSE &amp; all nurses are suppose to be nice blah blah blah.. and if you think that he was checking me out, you might be wrong because I was in such a distraught state. What with my uncom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; hair, nerdy glasses, no make-up. I was just being my humble self. Just plain old little Liana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bottomline is that Mr Male Nursie was &lt;strong&gt;NICE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom &amp; I just had a chat just now. We both kinda missed that place. The acquaintance we made, that is. Therefore, I, Liana da Infamous Nonsense Queen, would like to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the nursies &amp; docs of &lt;strong&gt;NUH Ward 64&lt;/strong&gt; who took care of Mom. Yup, especially to &lt;strong&gt;Mr Nursie Shahrudin&lt;/strong&gt; (thats him) for even bothering to chat with Mom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Salut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-110866014535298976?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/110866014535298976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=110866014535298976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110866014535298976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110866014535298976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-can-call-me-nurse-liana-now-thank.html' title='You can call me Nurse Liana now. Thank you.'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110848908600116757</id><published>2005-02-15T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T09:38:06.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging for fun</title><content type='html'>first thing..liana i tink the tagboard is a bit distracting and i cant seem to get hold of the tagboard dat is constantly moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz dunno how and why i land myself here when i haf tons of work to do like i got my regional cinema outline due on thur and script outline on fri. oh well i tink i juz need some time-out from constantly doing my sch work. and yar juz now my non-linear test was a killer coz i kinda noe the answers but i dont seem to remember after having only 3hrs of sleep. i juz cant tink. hopefully i get a better grade den the previous one. oh well this is yet another part and parcel of my everyday life which is not as enjoying or enlightening for that matter. juz now managed to watch &lt;em&gt;Lets go for a walk  &lt;/em&gt;during script lecture. its so sweet. the male protagonist go and sneaked out of camp as soon as he found out that the girl he loves is getting married. and he went straight to her and asks her to go for a walk hence the title. den he declared his love for her and propose the girl. the girl not expecting it but she loves him too, was dumbfounded and struck in a dilemma whether to go to him or his future-husband.  she choses him in the end i shud think so as its up to the audience to decide. but from what i read frm the net saying dat its an adaptation frm a novel, the guy and girl got back together. how sweet sia their love life. this is what they call fate. "If you're meant to be, you're meant to be".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw liana. there is a screening of &lt;em&gt;Puteri Gunung Ledang&lt;/em&gt;  at my sch on thurs. another one of those late- sch-nites. but i haf watched it courtesy of liana. and i dun really get the whole story mebe i wasnt concentrating or mebe history is never my cup of tea. and did u noe that tiara is also a producer of the film and shes so beautiful. how strange coz i tot the sch is going to screen &lt;em&gt;Sepet&lt;/em&gt;  as i saw yasmin ahmad(the director-in case some dunno who she is) wif my lecturer a few weeks ago. i tink &lt;em&gt;Sepet &lt;/em&gt; is more ideal to watch ar due to the very short and sweet yet subtle racist issues but its sad ar. and lastly my condolences to the one and only falous playwright Arther Miller who passed away at the age of 89. he did &lt;em&gt;The Crucible &lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Death of the Salesman&lt;/em&gt;  or sometink like dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     listening to &lt;em&gt;Are You My Number One&lt;/em&gt;  by Force Vomit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-110848908600116757?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/110848908600116757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=110848908600116757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110848908600116757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110848908600116757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/02/blogging-for-fun.html' title='blogging for fun'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110815002394517188</id><published>2005-02-11T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T11:27:03.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is juz a trial run...dun be alarmed...</title><content type='html'>yay...i managed to get in this blog....muhahaha...here i come. this is juz a trial run for ppl like me...who noe nuts abt the IT world...well more to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing in the moonlight-toploader&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-110815002394517188?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/110815002394517188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=110815002394517188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110815002394517188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110815002394517188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-juz-trial-rundun-be-alarmed.html' title='this is juz a trial run...dun be alarmed...'/><author><name>kinshikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06756126539917010831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110785032585659322</id><published>2005-02-08T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T02:04:54.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habits: It is tough to stop 'em!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let me make this as my confession board. I've this habit which has been &lt;em&gt;cultivated &lt;/em&gt;since I was still a kid... To be precise, it started when I was around 4 years old... The habit being that I love to bite things. &lt;strong&gt;YES.&lt;/strong&gt; Bite,nibble,plus all the synonyms related to it. I bite people,even. I bit a cousin's arse once. Well,that was &lt;strong&gt;YONKS&lt;/strong&gt; ago when I was a lil' kid.. I bit a friend's arm. I bite pens,pencils and highlighters when I'm bored or stressed. I still do. However,not all my writing materials have bite marks to it. Some of it are &lt;em&gt;safe &lt;/em&gt;for use. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You just have to check&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried breaking this habit. From munching on sweets or bubblegums to pressing my lips together to refrain from sticking pens or pencils into my mouth. None of it worked. It's hard to stop a habit. As they said,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once you start,you won't Stop.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea what else should I do to stop it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-110785032585659322?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/110785032585659322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=110785032585659322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110785032585659322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110785032585659322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/02/habits-it-is-tough-to-stop-em.html' title='Habits: It is tough to stop &apos;em!'/><author><name>Lam.Ya.Alif.Nun.Alif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01843369578602866979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110778010038490887</id><published>2005-02-07T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T04:41:40.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>liana...cool pinky  blog for the us da  BGGs (Beruk. gay. gerlz).....weeee ,our official site...need 2 snap2 more pics la.....muz go town these few daes la....have bn missing u gerlz la!!!!!!haiyah im so bored 2 dae so tot of dropping by 2 our blog...heee.....k lar im outta here...going 2 have an early sleep la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-110778010038490887?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/110778010038490887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=110778010038490887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110778010038490887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110778010038490887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/02/liana.html' title=''/><author><name>FUzzy Lipicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17164224276194426935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581556.post-110743115157145210</id><published>2005-02-05T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T08:36:59.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEROK GAY, BEROK GAY, BEROK GAY... JOGET ANAK PAK SALLEH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;est&lt;/span&gt; test &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;testicles!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581556-110743115157145210?l=berokgays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/feeds/110743115157145210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581556&amp;postID=110743115157145210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110743115157145210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581556/posts/default/110743115157145210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berokgays.blogspot.com/2005/02/berok-gay-berok-gay-berok-gay-joget.html' title='BEROK GAY, BEROK GAY, BEROK GAY... 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