tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3661487492685077052024-02-02T14:11:09.747+08:00Sarcasm, anyone?russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-62298838622881241732010-12-31T02:56:00.000+08:002010-12-31T02:57:30.799+08:00i say lol a lot lately.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">haha new years.</span></span></b></span>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-9697380826783180852010-09-01T20:13:00.004+08:002010-09-01T20:57:55.616+08:00racism, anyone?<div style="text-align: justify;">i don't care what you call it,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i don't care what you say about it,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i just don't give no rat's ass.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">but seriously,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">all i care is just to kill those dimwits who think their own race is better than others.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">all i care is just to kill those dimwits who start to condemn other races just because their pathetic minds tell them that their race is better.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">i mean seriously,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">what do they get out of it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">joy? pride? MONEY?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">no seriously,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">WHOEVER THE HELL you are,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">brown, yellow, black, white, kuning langsat, pink, blue, green, purple, or even rainbow colored like me,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">your race ain't gon' take you no where.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">yeah, be proud of your race.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i am, of mine. very, as a matter of fact.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">but that's just about it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">don't go beating up people, condemning people, boycotting shit, or whatever else your stupid minds tell you to do, just because their color is different than yours.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">you wanna joke about it? go ahead, i laugh at jokes about races.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">be Russell Peters or Super Paki or GloZell or even me and my crew.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">but that's about it. it ends there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">after you laugh, it stays a joke.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">a joke will always be a joke.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">you don't go believin' in shit and start doin' things.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">this is not patriotism, this is not about that weird ol' 1Malaysia thingamajig, this is just me being me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">screw you people who think i'm in the mood of the ever anticipated independence day.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">again, this is just me, being me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">this is not about them Malays, this is not about them Asians, this is not about them Indians, this is not about them other Bumis, and this is not about us Moroccan-Indian-Ceylon-Arab-Chinese-PossiblyPakistan people.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">this is about one race and one race only, people.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>the human race.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">so yeah, screw you people who think races are a way to divide people into standards and shit.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">you god or somethin'?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF66;">GloZell's gon' go take all-o-ya'll to that AA meeting, together with Ke$ha, Rihanna and Miley.</span></span></div><div><br /></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-58962032943377237342010-08-31T16:57:00.003+08:002010-08-31T22:56:40.734+08:00LOL<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.timeslive.co.za/beautifulyoungthings/files/2010/07/7305beyonce.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://blogs.timeslive.co.za/beautifulyoungthings/files/2010/07/7305beyonce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">so i was watching THE FIGHTING TEMPTATIONS with my dad. and my dad saw beyonce on, and asked me, "what's her name, again?" i didn't reply, of course. i wanted to see what he would guess. so then he guessed. and what he guessed made me burst into tears laughing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div>my dad said :</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">BONCEENOLES</span></span></i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>yes, people. BONCEENOLES one word. BONCEENOLES.</div><div><br /></div><div>after like about 5 minutes of silence due to the both of us laughing, i said <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"NO PARENT would want to name their kid BONCEENOLES!"</span></b></span></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-77942652251481968012010-08-29T21:53:00.002+08:002010-08-29T22:02:49.061+08:00"saya cabar kamu blog about this"ROFLMAO. for those who know about this, then yeah, laugh your heads off!<div>for those who don't, screw you.</div><div><br /></div><div>well, this post is for a certain someone who i know will eventually read this due to that certain someone's unwanted and unloved offspring. :D</div><div>*oops, did i hurt your feelings and sparked another need for revenge in you? well good then!*</div><div><br /></div><div>ooookay. well yeah this certain someone thought she could make me scared/sad/threatened/idkwatchamacallit by her words. well screw you woman, the answer is hell to the no.</div><div><br /></div><div>i'd really love to go straight to her face and say these words ;</div><div>"you do know that i couldn't care less about your stupid 'cabar' right? because i do things only for these 2; which is for me and for God. not for you, you stupid scumbag who hates everyone who's better than your kids"</div><div>*oops i said too much*</div><div>but yeah, i'm not gonna do that.</div><div>i'm only gonna be doing that if she repeats what she did again.</div><div>it's not that i'm waiting,</div><div>hell no.</div><div>it's just that i've had all of this on my mind the second she said those words and showed her hand gesture (no, she did not give me the finger) to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>well this is my private life, and i have the right to say SCREW YOU, WOMAN. SCREW YOU AND YOUR CLAN. come, bombard me. i don't care. just don't let what happened in 2007 happen again and then you'd have to apologize. *winks*</div><div><br /></div><div>weehee. i've been dying to blog about this for so long already. :D</div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-86399256100866131002010-08-29T21:00:00.004+08:002010-08-29T22:13:07.277+08:00so i can't resist.yeah, i need to write more crap. idk why. LOL<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">so i've been listening to my iPod a lot lately and i've been scrolling down my list of 6000 songs and i've came across songs that bring back memories and i miss those memories. and i know it sounds crappy and sappy and shit but whothahell cares? i like reminiscing old things. well this all started with the three of us (me and my sisters) watching old tapes and all. i ain't that old YET, but as Travie McCoy would say, i wannabe akidagain. eventhough i'd like to erase certain weird behaviors i had towards a few things, i don't care. i'd live all that again in a heartbeat. i miss the years before vadaa (1993 BV -2004 BV). but then again, the years after vadaa (2005 AV - 2009 AV) was pretty good as well. i'd really love every year to be 2008 though. :D</div><div><br /></div><div>well yeah, here are the songs and the memories they bring :</div><div><br /></div><div>My Humps by The Black Eyed Peas - 2005.</div><div>as sick as this might sound, this song reminds me of my grandmother's funeral. i'm sorry but it's true :) i remember singing this with a certain someone who allegedly doesn't need people like me in her life anymore. like i care, but that's another story.</div><div><br /></div><div>Like A Boy by Ciara - 2007.</div><div>this song was what i had in mind when i thought of athirah and how she should act back then, which was like a boy. i made this song as her ringtone on my phone. LOL athirah, sorry for bringing it up. O:)</div><div><br /></div><div>Zombie by The Cranberries - 1995.</div><div>my first favorite song. well, the first one that i can remember though. "eeyo'eee, what's eeyo'eeee. zombeh, zombeh" LOL</div><div><br /></div><div>Survivor by Destiny's Child - every time we karaoke.</div><div>whenever we karaoke it it came to this song, we'd always be singing our hearts out but we'd always slow down and feel awkward at the line "i'm not gon' compromise my christianity" and laugh 2 seconds later.</div><div><br /></div><div>Heavy Cross by Gossip - 2009.</div><div>ice skating in Germany. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>So Yesterday by Hilary Duff - 2004.</div><div>need i say more? LOL</div><div><br /></div><div>Let's Just Fall In Love Again by Jason Castro - 2010.</div><div>one of me and my sister's happy songs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Get Right by Jennifer Lopez - 2005.</div><div>the lagu-tarik-bicycle. LOL</div><div><br /></div><div>Knock 'em Out by Lily Allen - 2009.</div><div>well i know the song was released way before 2009. but that was the year where i used this song to be the base of what i'm teaching my sister in her relationship(s). knock 'em out, before i do. well it's true. before she knocked him out. i did. through THIS VERY BLOG. i am still proud of myself. ain't that right, gee-gee?</div><div><br /></div><div>22 by Lily Allen - 2009.</div><div>my lips are sealed. ROFL.</div><div><br /></div><div>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Miley Cyrus - 2008.</div><div>it was that phase where ammani and i were obsessed with Miley.</div><div>whatt? it was a great version of the song. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>True by Ryan Cabrera - 2004.</div><div>the period where i played songs with a radio, took the mic near the radio, sing near the mic and record. back then, i thought that was the most coolest thing ever; being able to record like that.</div><div><br /></div><div>EVERYTHING sung by S Club - while they lasted.</div><div>it's S CLUB! they never fade away from my memories! i miss the times i would follow every episode with my sister. that was already Hollywood.</div><div><br /></div><div>EVERYTHING the band can play - 2006-2010.</div><div>the best years of my life. the only reason i go to school every day. the salvation. the friends i made. the people i got to know. the things i learned. the love. the hate. just everything makes me wanna repeat 2006 until this year again. and like i said, especially 2008.</div><div><br /></div><div>What Dreams Are Made Of by Hilary Duff - 2003.</div><div>the hey-now hey-now song. that's what me and my sister called it. the song still is one of my all-time favorites.</div><div><br /></div><div>Discowale Khisko by K.K and Sundhini Chauhan - 2009.</div><div>the phase of my life where i was like soooo into the indian culture.</div><div><br /></div><div>You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift - 2009.</div><div>NEED I POST A VIDEO? LOL</div><div><br /></div><div>The Wedding by Julie Rodgers - 1990s.</div><div>you by my side, that's how seeeeee US. i close my eyes and i can seeee US. we're on our way to say i do-OO.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hey Soul Sister by Train - 2010.</div><div>the song that has the words 'untrimmed chest' that turns my sister on everytime we listen to it. LOL</div><div><br /></div><div>well, this may be a little bit lame and all. but seriously, i've got zip to do and i'm bored. and i feel another one coming up after this. ROFLMAO.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-51276232150712218812010-08-29T20:36:00.002+08:002010-08-29T20:51:11.584+08:00okay so i haven't been updating much since MARCH.yeah, i haven't had the time.<div>i know you miss me :)</div><div>especially those who keep on saying</div><div>"update ur blog! u write insightful stuff"</div><div>LOL</div><div>well okay, they only say the first part.</div><div>i added the second part. well what to do?</div><div>i'm full of myself.</div><div>well, yeah. i miss writing crap actually.</div><div>i have a lot to tell and a lot to update on!</div><div><br /></div><div>so i've been checking my previous posts.</div><div>yeah, i don't remember them. LOL</div><div>was i drunk? or was i in a different state of mind?</div><div>serious shit i couldn't remember most of them.</div><div>i mean, the memorable ones like the 'makcik2 kerajaan' and the epic 'selfish airhead' post.</div><div>:D</div><div>what the hell were they about, the rest of them?</div><div>well yeah, i'm back again.</div><div>to create new ones for me to not remember. :)</div><div><br /></div><div>here are the little stupid useless updates for you people on what you have been missing on :</div><div>1. i am addicted to paramore. :)</div><div>2. i am listening to nasheed lately. LOL american nasheed OKAY. not in-team. O:)</div><div>3. my weigh is currently less than nicole richie's and that worries me kinda. :|</div><div>4. i'm learning concertos. :D</div><div>5. and yeah, it's a habit for me to put smileys after every sentence and it's my sister's fault. screw you. *u should be glad i don't know the smiley for the finger* muahaha LOL</div><div><br /></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-79171356332208663892010-03-18T22:16:00.002+08:002010-03-18T22:17:27.794+08:00now that was funn!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzvHlPT8b_25-uVIljc5VwW3xv7ACW2g74_z5DwFkkZzsSzW7hiSg-pxHnxxGFLu3Ji-3h_YcrVFrtBt1tk8Qlu9BOc65Me7z2-rmIwhUit5kNgWRvhkuTnhbAgbIpIUH_8PRYkjT3xBk/s1600-h/23674_1341738747086_1339734379_31234672_1520007_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzvHlPT8b_25-uVIljc5VwW3xv7ACW2g74_z5DwFkkZzsSzW7hiSg-pxHnxxGFLu3Ji-3h_YcrVFrtBt1tk8Qlu9BOc65Me7z2-rmIwhUit5kNgWRvhkuTnhbAgbIpIUH_8PRYkjT3xBk/s400/23674_1341738747086_1339734379_31234672_1520007_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449977724077273778" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">i edited my face. yay</span></span>!</div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-76459944202712392392010-03-16T17:34:00.002+08:002010-03-16T17:51:42.273+08:00happy birthday, me!ahh, i am 17. OMG. 17.<div>aaargh!</div><div>i'm older than you guys!</div><div>not anymore in 12 days though. LOL</div><div><br /></div><div>the rink was closed, so we didn't skate.</div><div>so we watched a movie.</div><div>UNDER SOME STUPID FREAKING MOUNTAIN.</div><div>aaaargh. that movie sucked.</div><div>but still, we had good laughs.</div><div>it was a good birthday.</div><div>thanks, guys!</div><div><br /></div><div>damn it, mannn.</div><div>i can't believe i'm 17 already.</div><div>i've been waiting all my life to be 18.</div><div>and now i'm 17.</div><div>wuhoo! 1 more year, babyy!</div><div>now that's something i can't wait any longer.</div><div>but then again, i've done 17.</div><div>1 more ain't gon' be that bad, rite?</div><div>making this year the best i've ever had.</div><div>have fun more.</div><div>win the band competition.</div><div>win the band competition.</div><div>WIN THE BAND COMPETITION.</div><div>and yeah,</div><div>WIN THE BAND COMPETITION.</div><div>that's the main agenda for 2010.</div><div><br /></div><div>wish me luck.</div><div>i have just a year left.</div><div>and then my life starts.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ooh and yes. i will only accept cash as my birthday present this year. :D</div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-43220303529561409422010-03-15T10:10:00.003+08:002010-03-15T10:51:48.995+08:00what is it with march and birthdays?<div style="text-align: center;">so it's the time of year again.</div><div>it's MARCH!</div><div>the month with the most birthdays.</div><div>suraaj, diyana, ckg nori even, elin, nadira, athirah, MINE, my sisters, fiqa, marcus, and i think there's more.</div><div><br /></div><div>so this post is forrrr the person who had her birthday yesterday. :D</div><div>14.03.2010</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjEf_vXGqzVW6XZJbNof_XzXTPee4zffpovI5FDAv_XlJ1PTciX7JuA1pDlJ1ysM3XHAp7Nhvf8KMUfXz6nfMTodadG-7GsCjchjd2JfMgADrQkCZd1-ET0Dr7yhr-UBiboNZqTEQmDE/s400/21071_104158022944182_100000499551940_113093_1163367_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448683266321897794" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">elinalalalalalalalalalalala. LOL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">i didn't really know this girl until the weird friendster hate profile thingy happened.</div><div style="text-align: left;">OMG, how childish were we.</div><div style="text-align: left;">so i added her on my YM list and we started chatting, and chatting, and chatting, and chatting.</div><div style="text-align: left;">this is the only person that i chat openly to. because she is open. unlike the rest of you people. :D no offense.</div><div style="text-align: left;">when we start, we can't stop. haha. we just have a lot to talk about, to bitch about, to hate on, to love on. we could go all night long.</div><div style="text-align: left;">we talk about relationships(boyyy, how complicated is her love life. LOL), GOSSIP GIRLL haha, hating people, hating more people, crap and we never cut the crap, just about anything.</div><div style="text-align: left;">she is absolutely funny. because when i type LOL or haha, i actually LOL and haha. haha. see. LOL</div><div style="text-align: left;">i think we have the weirdest friendship ever. we became so close. but we never talked face to face. we chatted for about 3 years and then we actually met and talked face to face.</div><div style="text-align: left;">and that's where i learned that elin is a person who cubit people and feels good, and also, her voice is off. hahaha... elin, voice transplant maybe? haha jokingg :D</div><div style="text-align: left;">last year we hung out with friends about 3 or 4 times. for about 3 or 4 hours of each hang out. and broke ribs laughing with them...</div><div style="text-align: left;">those were the days. haha...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">so yeah. HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN, EZLEEN SHUKOR. you will always be my i-don't-know-what-friend, :D as much as i want to know what friend are you. haha</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">and yes, happy birthday also to nad and athirah as you guys share the same birthdate.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ps. elin, you STILL owe me a date. then i'll belanja you.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-14043858848174589392010-03-03T22:30:00.002+08:002010-03-03T22:38:42.501+08:00again, i haven't been writing in a while.been busy.<div>things to settle.</div><div>people to kick ass.</div><div>exams and shit.</div><div><br /></div><div>so yeah.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">it's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">MARCH</span> already!</span></div><div>that means my birthday's gonna be in 13 days! wuhoo!</div><div>17, baby!</div><div>that sounds old and i LIKE it!</div><div><br /></div><div>no people,</div><div>this year i don't want anything.</div><div>i want nothing but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">CASH</span></span>.</div><div>i NEED cash.</div><div>seriously.</div><div>so if you're thinking of buying me something, don't!</div><div>just gimme an ang pau filled with CASH.</div><div><br /></div><div>as much as i am happy,</div><div>i am also sad, as this is probably the last year i'm gonna spend my birthday with the gang.</div><div>next year's gonna be unpredictable on who i spend my birthday with.</div><div>LOL</div><div>the thought of it excites me. haha.</div><div><br /></div><div>so yeah i have some things i've been wanting to bitch about.</div><div>but i kinda don't have the time. and i kinda am lazy.</div><div>hhmh.</div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-25619336961787727562010-02-21T20:29:00.002+08:002010-02-22T01:00:32.462+08:00so yeah, that was kinda my first solo performance.wuhoo!<div>had some weird technical difficulties,</div><div>but it was all good.</div><div>stupid mic didn't work.</div><div>so wei theng had to change it while she was singing.</div><div>and then she just stopped.</div><div>and asked us to start alllll over again.</div><div>good thing she did.</div><div><br /></div><div>so that was great.</div><div>like literally.</div><div>it was a good start.</div><div>can't wait for HAC.</div><div>Can You Feel The Love Tonight and some other song idk what yet.</div><div><br /></div><div>so here's the video people.</div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzyvbkCsB7_7WupPOcq_SVNl9wCkkgDZr6Ad2BH-nB4OhZjYNlt6BGgRCh0PCvBUDJaBTECJ_WaZ4rym0WWcQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-41776830562820719562010-02-14T09:20:00.004+08:002010-02-14T09:47:42.399+08:00do you believe in miracles? before today, i didn't. now i do!<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaGBPC3cm8LZcHExsj8iLO70cE5jKFd2vgfUiLkYozOjsxOEbdQf0cOQ4iLRDppc5hNJz-zV79r4edmZxtFz6_YSs1zhb6o8UtxgIFD_HaFl9Z5xibqlZ16Kg4ilDfCyM8EvOuhaHHjoo/s400/photo_01_hires.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437909108775736162" /></div><div 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none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gjO6kre7LgJR6Aapr2d5yHjfdEpDnMjJsIXnFyfT3JuA_0muOhYZX5Wicv4azWxSQriBS4lueAoFNvukfG-R_6QZcIVOkXAu4jTxJibLIGAh_X44iq6MZtip2aklihJFCrkGCWjCwu0/s400/3074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437908748991596818" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">TODAY IS THE DAY OF <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">MIRACLES</span>, BABY! </span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">BE MERRY, BE HAPPY!</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">HAPPY <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">VALENTINE'S</span> DAY, AND HAPPY <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">NEW</span> YEAR!</span></i></b></span></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-73132181183453937902010-02-08T20:54:00.003+08:002010-02-08T21:03:22.587+08:00so last night was crucial, pivotal, sugar, spice and everything nice.whoa. now that's what a cousins' day out supposed to be like.<div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and no, i'm not spelling it that way.</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>all thanks to me, of course.</div><div>if it wasn't for me, voicing out a logical idea, which is karaoke,</div><div>and not bukit merah, jerejak, mengkuang, and whatever illogical things those two cooked up in their heads.</div><div><br /></div><div>so yeah, i need last night.</div><div>i needed to scream again!</div><div>it's been a while since i scram while singing like that.</div><div>i mean, i do that in the car with my sister.</div><div>but hey, i couldn't do it that loud, and heyy, i couldn't dance like that in the car.</div><div>:D</div><div><br /></div><div>but then again, what happens in vegas, stays the hell in vegas.</div><div>but then againnnn, not really.</div><div>the jelangaq(person who can't do anything right with his hands :D) spilled a plate filled with food and sauce and salad and cakes and whatever and stuff.</div><div>wuhoo! and he had to be the santi of the day.</div><div>it was fun, because i had nothing to do with it and i just watched them being santi and wiping the floor with tissues. yay me!</div><div><br /></div><div>so yeah. it was fun.</div><div>had <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">CHOCOLATE CREAM CHIPP!!!!</span></span> wuhooo.</div><div>thebest.thebest.thebest!</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">i mean hey, for the last time we're out together, it's kinda fun and worth it.</span></b></div><div><br /></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-79427624421583621272010-02-05T13:12:00.002+08:002010-02-05T13:17:40.904+08:00hmm, so i haven't been blogging for a while now. i mean, again.i'm bored. i mean at this moment.<div>not with my life.</div><div>it's been great though, my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>i love the feeling of actually going to school for a reason again.</div><div>i mean just 2 days a week though.</div><div>the other 3, NOPE. don't like 'em.</div><div>well, we've been improving.</div><div>lost two memorable members.</div><div>fuck, i'll miss them.</div><div>so the circle and the queen is gone.</div><div>the percussion line is having some minor problems.</div><div>but heck, the trombone still rocks! wuhoo!</div><div><br /></div><div>okay, see. i am bored.</div><div>weehee.</div><div>i haven't been out that much lately.</div><div>so um, yeah.</div><div>that's why i have nothing to bitch about.</div><div>and i hate that.</div><div>come on, people.</div><div>make me hate you so that i have something to blog about.</div><div>:D</div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-46513973709765495862010-02-03T19:41:00.004+08:002010-02-03T20:42:48.533+08:00heck, i can't believe i'm doing this. fiqa, kill me now!<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">so yeah,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">one of my <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">OLDEST</span></span></b> friend's birthday was yesterday.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and i didn't even wish anything to him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">LOL</div><div style="text-align: justify;">so i'm just doing it here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i still can't believe i am though.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">please people, either forgive me or just kill me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">aargh.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">so yeah, we've known each other since we were 5.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">we were in the same kindergarten.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">C. Kindergarten, that is.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">don't ask.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZnvUbCDnjGPVcEKiWTNCP6rM06M-pXE8R4H7foLI6DloFCOF3ei_ZpCv6jv5BuPQSgzKTHeO43mSkUpVAeeTaxdQM5W_oCmyg87y1kgmRhjmiqYc9EDCth0kTU0A27yM-LG6S3BjeJE/s400/bandcamp08+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433995571572257394" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sean Dansen's the name.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">a person who has been annoying everyone, making everyone get dizzy in the head, causing hypertension to everyone, making people laugh at his weird irrelevant remarks, calling me asking for me to be his therapist when his parents go out(okay, that was only once. but then again...), making me nayy EVERYONE scream and run around in circles when he speaks.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">oh yeah, he memorizes everyone's phone numbers including mine and that freaks me out 'cause he don't stutter. he memorizes all of my family member's names. he freaks me out, mannn!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">oh god, Sean.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">how did i survive living with you as a friend after all these years, huh?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and for you to tolerate all of our bullshits about you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">well, not everything's bad about him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i mean, he has his qualities.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">he's super good with his guitar.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">he's trustable when it comes to doing a job.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">he thinks a lot of improving those who need improvements.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">he's goon in WRITING. like really good in WRITING. no, i did NOT say SPEAKING.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">he's good at keeping secrets.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">he's the best percussion leader SBS Band has ever had. (yes Theresa, i'm just making him feel good. everyone knows you're the best! go Terry go!)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">LOL</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">all in all,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">he's a pretty good guy even though he's fucking annoying and such a handful to everyone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">so, here it is buddy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SEAN DANSEN</span></span> (SDSX - Strip Danser SeXy)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ahahahahahaha.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i have a feeling we're all gonna be missing your stupid remarks when we all go in different directions next year.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">hey,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">KEEP IT UP!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">haha</div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-21310896959777808922010-01-23T18:48:00.002+08:002010-01-23T19:02:45.694+08:00i went from hating to just loathing at a different extent.hello.<div>so yeah, since it's still not safe to reveal names, i'm not gonna.</div><div>but i just wanna voice out something.</div><div>i hate ***** *** for saying this to the public.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><blockquote>"Amerika tu memang samseng dunia. Dulu ka, lani ka, sama saja. Obama pon sama ja samseng"</blockquote></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div>oi! oi! oiiii!</div><div>what the fuck?!</div><div>OMG i just hate people who think they know shit but they don't.</div><div>and i just hate people who assume things and stick to it until the day they die, even when they know they're wrong.</div><div>serious shit, shut the fuck up if you no nothing and you think you do.</div><div>you people are just living in denial.</div><div>crap la.</div><div>if you wanna say the first 2 sentences, fine. i won't care that much.</div><div>because i know that you are of that kind of people, and i understand your stupidity.</div><div>but when you add the last sentence,</div><div>that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">makes</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">me </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>MAD</b></span></span>.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">MAD, I TELL YOU!</span></b></span></div><div>stupid low-life.</div><div>if you wanna continue living under a stupid smelly rock, go ahead.</div><div>just don't make me MAD.</div><div>people like you should be put in jail.</div><div>no, no.</div><div><b>your head should be put in your own ass.</b></div><div><br /></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-3022719377784083112010-01-22T12:45:00.000+08:002010-01-22T12:50:10.920+08:00I'm blogging with my iPhone!!!Wuhoooo!<br />I am loving my iPhone to the max!<br />Omg. Now I can blog and facebook and ym and skype and a whole bunch of things anytime, anywhere!<br /><br />Can you people do that???<br />Noooopetydoo!<br />This is really coool people!<br />My laptop is right next to me but i'm blogging with my iPhone peopleeee!!!<br />Woooooooot wooooot!!<br />Wuhooooooooooo!<br />*coughs*<br />:D<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-38825050268989198862010-01-17T17:56:00.003+08:002010-01-17T18:38:32.153+08:00BigC Landmark Central, Kulim.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">BigC</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">BigC</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">BIG Cinema la</span>.<div>John, John. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">SELVAM</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>okay. so i was supposed to go watch a movie today with <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">someone who i am kinda jealous of for having the up-to-date season 3 of gossip girl on dvd</span></i>. :D</div><div>well, since it was cancelled, i thought i'd just stay in today.</div><div>but i got too depressed.</div><div>i just needed to get out.</div><div><br /></div><div>so i did the loose neck(lembik lehaq) to my mom.</div><div>and she got annoyed. so she didn't want to drive me to giant.</div><div>and then i did it to my dad. and apparently he did.</div><div>yay.</div><div><br /></div><div>my dad dropped me off,</div><div>and in my head, i was like</div><div>"<i>this is gonna be so ew. and embarrassing. it's gonna be filled with mels</i>"</div><div>went in, got up. saw the cinema thingy.</div><div>i was impressed actually. i mean it actually looked brandable(berjenih LOL).</div><div>it wasn't weird like the one in pacific.</div><div>but i wasn't wrong on one thing though.</div><div>it was PACKED with mels. EW.EW.EW.</div><div>i've never seen so many of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>since the only watchable show available at the time, according to the internet, was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">Alvin and the Chipmunks : The Squeakquel</span>, i planned to watch it.</div><div>i lined up.</div><div>looked at the screen.</div><div>the movie wasn't there.</div><div>then it was my turn.</div><div>asked the stupid minah for the movie and she said,</div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">sepatutnya ada cerita tu, tapi theater kami rosak, jadi kami tak dapat menayangkan filem itu untuk sekarang. kalau theater kami dah dibaiki, boleh lah tengok filem itu</span>"</div><div>i was like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">wtffffff.</span></div><div>then i asked her how long will it take to get the theater fixed.</div><div>since i thought it was gonna take like half an hour tops.</div><div>then she said,</div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">bila theater tu boleh siap, kami tak pasti. tapi filem ni tak akan ditayangkan harini, esok, lusa, tulat selagi theater tu tak siap lagi</span>"</div><div>uuuuuhhhhh, ookay.</div><div>i was bummed.</div><div>and i asked her "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">what do u have for now, 3.30 or 3.40?</span>"</div><div>and then she said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ADNAN SEMPIT</span></span>" and looked at my face.</div><div>she said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ADNAN SEMPIT</span></span>" and looked at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">MY</span></span> face.</div><div>are you freakin' kidding me?!</div><div>then i said, "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">lain?</span>"</div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">The Spy Next Door, 3.30.</span>"</div><div>since that's the only watchable thing, i just took it.</div><div><br /></div><div>bangang gilaaaa!</div><div><br /></div><div>and then i walked to the theater gate thingy,</div><div>guess who was working there.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">balaaaaaa!</span></span> haha!</div><div>i never thought anak pengetua would be working at BigC! LOL</div><div>and he said something weird "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">sorang saja? awek tak bawak?</span>"</div><div>i looked at him and made a vada face and said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">sorang saja</span>".</div><div>and turned away quickly.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">z</span>LMAO.</div><div><br /></div><div>so yeah. stoopidity. i wanna watch chipmunks!</div><div><br /></div><div>The Spy Next Door.</div><div>hmm. disappointment.</div><div>it wasn't good.</div><div>the plot was bad. it was like <b>The Pacifier's rip off or something</b>.</div><div>the kids couldn't act. at all.</div><div>especially the small girl.</div><div>she was <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">cute</span></i>, but GOD she <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">COULDN'T ACT</span></span>!</div><div>there were some funny parts.</div><div>i laughed.</div><div>but still, the movie kinda sucks.</div><div>the editing sucks even more!</div><div>serious shit, it wouldn't hurt to kill off a second or two of the movie to make it look better.</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">"big cinema in giant. what's the name of their popcorn? huge?"</span></span></i></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-19018475028564668782010-01-15T16:04:00.002+08:002010-01-15T16:33:38.233+08:00ok, so my dad did it again.LOL.<div>omg, that was a good laugh.</div><div><br /></div><div>so, a lot of you may not know this,</div><div>but my father is the only person on earth who doesn't know <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">how to order food at McDonald's</span></i></b></span>.</div><div>yes, amazed?</div><div><br /></div><div>he is well known for the funny things he have said while ordering at the Drive-Thru.</div><div>once he wanted to order a <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">Happy Meal with Mil</span></b></i>o. and he said <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">HAPPY MEAL-O</span></span>. </div><div>and countless other things i can't remember now.</div><div><br /></div><div>well today, i think is the funniest of them all.</div><div><br /></div><div>we went to the Drive-Thru, my dad, my mom and me.</div><div>my mom and i wanted the prosperity burger mcvalue lunch.</div><div>and we were asking my dad what he wanted.</div><div>he didn't want to tell us.</div><div>well, since we know him. we know that he hasn't made up his mind up.</div><div>so my mom was like bummed. LOL</div><div>and we got to the speaker box.</div><div>my dad ordered the 2 prosperity burgers.</div><div>and then he said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">one cheeseburger</span></b></span>".</div><div>then we were like "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">whoaaaaaaa</span></span>" because my dad is a person who <b>ABSOLUTELY HATES</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><i>cheese</i></span>.</div><div>when he realized that we were whaoing, guess what he said.</div><div>he said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">eh, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">not</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"> cheeseburger.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"> just give me a burger</span></b></span>"</div><div>and the person was like <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">huh?</span></i></div><div>and once again, he said "<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">just give me a burger</span></span></b>".</div><div>HAHAHAHAHA</div><div>=))</div><div>=))</div><div>my mom and i were laughing like hell.</div><div>and then my mom said "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;">don't help him. let him be</span></i></span>"</div><div>i was laughing even more. OMG.</div><div>LOL!</div><div>and then the person said "chicken burger?"</div><div>my dad said yes.</div><div>and then we proceeded to the next counter.</div><div>seriously we were laughing like hell!</div><div><br /></div><div>"eh, not cheeseburger.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"> just give me a burger</span></b></span>"</div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-57250842003719771462010-01-12T19:29:00.003+08:002010-01-12T20:25:53.414+08:00yipeeee!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>it was good.<div>it was great.</div><div>tiring.</div><div>i miss getting tired like this.</div><div>as what elin would say, i LOIKE. :D LOL</div><div>so yeah,</div><div>i still have it! haven't lose anything at all.</div><div>i still got my jam! haha...</div><div>so things got cleared out today.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWzGwYgRsEuBrbwguyuZvoXzygoDiUfgeBvQ9Fin2NSpfKbLZNYQ-Jlt_c8Z2FY45o5q4LgGiBg52M9MtFCiZ1YPCYxWQ837MnkXLYoTss5xZvk1BPux5wvaAeAxuQQ20CKIOJRw1OvQ/s400/DSCN1077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425827945727651426" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">go WAN! you rock! well, you better!</div><div><br /></div><div>so being the only senior who is ABLE with no braces to play the trumps,</div><div>i felt weird.</div><div>i felt like a kid again.</div><div>like when kaled was still here. the need to be better. LOL</div><div>wuhoo. today was great.</div><div>tomorrow's gonna be much better!</div><div><br /></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-24347947696240121182010-01-11T19:06:00.002+08:002010-01-11T19:33:38.160+08:00since she's asking for it.so nik siti nurul noor ajimah, here's for you. :D<div><br /></div><div>haha.</div><div>so tomorrow's the first band practice of 2010.</div><div>excited, yes. very. very much.</div><div>serious shit i miss being standing up during solos, duetting with fiqa, jamming just about anything when we get bored, being on the field doing drills.</div><div>and yeah, collecting "sringgit!" whenever we see people with something wrong. i love being a senior.</div><div>and of course, paying "sringgit!" whenever i do something wrong. LOL.</div><div>oh shitt, where's my pair of gloves?!</div><div><br /></div><div>so tomorrow, people are coming...</div><div>seniors, ex-members.</div><div>i miss them.</div><div>i still can't believe the fact that they went away and left the band to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">me.</span></div><div>damn you, arif. LOL!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>well, wish me luck.</div><div>we're doing a bunch of changes this year.</div><div>and i'm making them happen.</div><div><br /></div><div>SBS BAND RULES!!!!!</div><div><br /></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-23501041405427744352010-01-11T04:35:00.001+08:002010-01-11T04:36:15.347+08:00shoot.i can't sleep right.<div>i sleep at 18.</div><div>wake up at 02 or 03.</div><div>and never sleep again after than until the next 18.</div><div>EVERYDAY.</div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-3267447205206156682010-01-09T01:04:00.002+08:002010-01-09T01:33:14.511+08:00excited? oh yes.it's 2010.<div>the second week's starting,</div><div>which means that my music training is also starting.</div><div>wuhoo!</div><div>can't wait!</div><div><br /></div><div>oh the fundraising,</div><div>oh the new songs,</div><div>oh the kids,</div><div>oh oh oh.</div><div>it's gonna be fun!</div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-14800482815912835252010-01-07T04:09:00.002+08:002010-01-07T04:32:50.196+08:00ah yes. school.what's school again?<div>oh yeah, the place where you go and meet friends, play music, bitch on people, sleep and best of all, eat.</div><div>yup, that is what school pretty much all about. nothing else. absolutely nothing else.</div><div>nada, zip, none, nein, nahi, tidak.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">right?</span></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>shit, there's that exam thingy. what's it called?</div><div>whatt?</div><div>S what?</div><div>STD! that's the one.</div><div>eh, no.</div><div>i'm not taking some sexually transmitted disease exam.</div><div>SPD! that's definitely the one.</div><div>eh, no.</div><div>i'm soooo not taking some special police department exam.</div><div>SPM! that's it. i'm sure.</div><div>shit, no.</div><div>i'm sooooo not caring.</div><div>yay me!</div><div><br /></div><div>this year's gonna be fun.</div><div>imma start on my extra trumpet lessons.</div><div>teaching myself up to grade 4 or 5.</div><div>no, i won't get the cert, but still. i have the knowledge.</div><div>that counts.</div><div><br /></div><div>got back in school.</div><div>everything was nearly the same.</div><div>wan's still there, abu's not(YAYYYY). =D</div><div>got acceptable teachers. once again.</div><div>god, i am lucky.</div><div>but then again, everything is just too freaking good to be true.</div><div>there just has to be something wrong with it.</div><div>tini, oh, tini. please don't bother me.</div><div><br /></div><div>so i'm just gonna ignore that.</div><div>and move on with my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>so yeah, my music starts next week.</div><div>excited.</div><div>no, i don't want to start earlier.</div><div>because i wanna share it with <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">them.</span></i></div><div>i kinda miss them.</div><div>well, i miss the felling of playing in a big group.</div><div>it's been a while now.</div><div><br /></div><div>so...</div><div>people,</div><div>wish me luck.</div><div>i have lots to do this year.</div><div>lots of things i need to take care of.</div><div>over 40 people i have to take care of.</div><div>mostly kids. :D haha...</div><div>things to organize.</div><div>things to prepare.</div><div>money to collect.</div><div>money to collect.</div><div>money to collect.</div><div>weight to gain, if bab's genes wear off soon. LOL</div><div><br /></div><div>2o1o started with a blast.</div><div>starting to look good.</div><div>i am sure, it will end with a blast also.</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo,</div><div>you know you envy me.</div><div>firasshole. ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>omg, i miss gg. LOL</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366148749268507705.post-47266908035296625382010-01-01T00:05:00.003+08:002010-01-01T00:47:00.783+08:00So, this is the official New Years' wish from RussBlogsAgain.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVR0UPO83K30L7mlORLTlL9FSjhXZ0Qa4ccXnVu3FaZ_K-7XZI220h0wmXfA8NAqYReFQWjgPG6YnCLwKgJIVMyOJZ330xpon1Gvw8tKAUlGyygGDa7JN6EnSccM9VMDwdV9tlaULjHs/s1600-h/DSCN309.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVR0UPO83K30L7mlORLTlL9FSjhXZ0Qa4ccXnVu3FaZ_K-7XZI220h0wmXfA8NAqYReFQWjgPG6YnCLwKgJIVMyOJZ330xpon1Gvw8tKAUlGyygGDa7JN6EnSccM9VMDwdV9tlaULjHs/s400/DSCN309.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421441120318933666" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>it's such a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">freakin'</span> great, amazing, wonderful picture,</b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"> </span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;">ain't it?!</span></i></b></span>russblogsagainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04778174905719900928noreply@blogger.com0