<?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-2724719621789245425</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:13:22.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck and grind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-7851246542865577168</id><published>2010-04-02T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:35:37.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strolling down the lane of no where..</title><content type='html'>Today had been a day with some lil weirdness in it. Eventhough it's little but that little is well SPEECHLESS. Im just gonna go through this briefly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I went to college in the morning just for the sake of obtaining my exam token and to attend the last class of Algebra and Trigonometry to get the exam tips and I really do hope its my LAST CLASS for eternity. Ok, back to the point where Im taking my exam token.. I went to the counter of the admission and records office situated at the 2nd level of the building and gave my Student ID card to the desk human in charge and he told me something which is "I will call your name, have a sit first" and I was stunned for that lil moment as I misheard him saying "Can I call your name Lucifer??". How the fuck he knows stuff like those about me but I told him I can't hear him so he repeat it for me.&lt;br /&gt;    I met my friend shortly after obtaining the exam token and I found out that she is doing her presentation for the Offica Application class about ghost images and video clips. Ok, another weird but not scary supernatural-thats-gotta-do-with-lucifer. Ok skip that shit, now is the best part of it..&lt;br /&gt;   I was walking home from the Ampang Lrt terminal and a funeral and I repeat a FUNERAL CAR drove slowly past my shoulder which is only like a few inches away.. How wicked can that be man.. I feel so ghastly today but I enjoy it. Horns up THRASH TO THE GRAVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-7851246542865577168?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7851246542865577168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=7851246542865577168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7851246542865577168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7851246542865577168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2010/04/strolling-down-lane-of-no-where.html' title='Strolling down the lane of no where..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-4631188752110482116</id><published>2009-12-17T03:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:16:21.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the 15th of december, winter solstice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hanging upside down the tree with a old time friend of mine Amelia. This is the first time since like 4 years back I guess we hangout. And it turn out pretty good, as usual walk, eat, walk, movie, walk, lrt, bus, walk, run under the rain, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched 2012. Finally after all the hesitant of watching the movie eventhough I want to watch it badly due to the overdose of movie length up to 2 hours and 45mins, Its like almost 3 hours sittin my butt down in the theatre, I watched it at last and its kinda cool cause the cinema ain't that full and the price is cheaper for so-called older movies. The movie was really good. I like how it builds up the emotion of the audience. So many motifs and awesome mise-en-scene and oh yes every single shot and screen is not a mistake and is fill with subliminal meanings and adrenaline-rush scene. My first time using what I learnt in the Film and Art Appreciation class when talking about movies. Thats fucking kicking asses! I realise I actually learnt something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia seems so engrossed into the movie, her eyes doesn't seem to blink abit. So focused and I almost thought she sat on "someones" sit and got into a trance due to it or maybe the movie is really hypnotic. I love all the apocalyptic scenes, eventhough it's saddening to see people dying but somehow it feels good too. It's like watching the future of our world being diminished once for all in another 3 years to come. A hedonistic feel to the beautiful sight of utopia. Massive volcano eruptions, very neatly driven line of earthquakes, full on power attack of the tsunami..what more can we ask for. But perhaps if I am the director or script writer of the movie, I will place in zombie apocalypse instead of all this cheesy natural disasters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good dawn, Happy Holidays, Merry christmassacre and Happy Full Blown Thrash/Death Fucking Black Metal new year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-4631188752110482116?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4631188752110482116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=4631188752110482116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4631188752110482116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4631188752110482116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-15th-of-december-winter-solstice.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-5908936844345591880</id><published>2009-12-13T04:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:10:08.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The grave doesn't smell so good from here..</title><content type='html'>What an awkward period to actually have a thought of my blog..yes its somehow dead, really dead..no one really comes here anymore. In fact not anyone. Its very isolated from the real world of despicablelicon out there. This blog here, is a blog did mostly on my own with some help of my friends and you*if there is any human who so happens to hav a bad omen comes across this dark territory* see the banner up there. The kind off gothic paradise lost-like kinda look. Yes, it's done by Hua Min, I don't know if anyone still remembers her but I bet all of u do. Credits to her for d completion of my blog. And also my music is done by her as well as far as I could remember. &lt;br /&gt;   SO what am I doing here when it's already in the wastelands of blogs? I am not sure either. Well I was waiting for some Ihsahn songs to be downloaded at this hour because only at this hour the p2p file sharing is really fast, and in the meantime, I wen for a round of wanking, clean up the mess, and come straight back to the face if this screen. And this is really the last time, I am not gonna wank anymore. waste of energy and stamina.wtf.. The urge of reviewing my blog came brushing in and I could see how much shit have been in here *I meant my post* and to be honest to myself, it's fucking shitty to be talking crap, rant and rave, throwin emotions of despair here and there. To the point I realise how much things have changed from that moment till now. It's only like few months back or maybe more..and time seems to crawl yet its actually sprinting like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;    I completed my first sem in uni, it when well so far. The only thing to do now is to wait for the result of the finals to be posted up on the e-advantage thing. Today is like the first or second day of the holiday and Im already like fucking bored and static right now. Spacing in the middle of the screen with mouth gagged open by some invincible apple or bananas. FAGbookin was one good lame fucking way to kill unwanted time, its so over rated with all those humans in there and all those annoying notifications except those comment stuff. This is world is bound to doomed..=.=..whatever. FUCK IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-5908936844345591880?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5908936844345591880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=5908936844345591880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5908936844345591880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5908936844345591880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/12/grave-doesnt-smell-so-good-from-here.html' title='The grave doesn&apos;t smell so good from here..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-1579346867980719449</id><published>2009-08-12T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:33:04.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resonance..</title><content type='html'>Shaun was using the internet in the middle of the night. He tends to get restless and night, and fortunate for him, he finally got his broadband and uses the internet for lengthy hours when night falls upon the part of his homeland. He joined facebook, a networking communication and connection website. He added a profile without a single picture of the person which is kinda awkward for someone to not even upload a single picture in a profile which is active. The profile displayed that the owner of the profile was a female.&lt;br /&gt;    Her name was Cassie. She accepted his request a few minutes after he added her and posted him a comment on his wall. Unbelievable a long comment for such a short time right after she accepted his friend request. A comment of showing gratitude and appreciation for his add. He was overwhelmed by her usage of language, so vintage britainia style, as if she came from the anglo-saxon period. She must be a really smart and folkish kind of girl, thats what he thought about her. He replied her.. And for a moment, theres no reply..Before signed off, a comment came in onto his wall, its from her again.. She said.. 'Sorry for the late reply, I will talk to you soon. Before you sign off now, have a sweet dream =)'.. How does she know he is signing off? This intrigued him for a moment but he was too sleepy to bothered it for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;    The next night came, Shaun sign into his windows live messenger, and there she is, she added him. She is quite of an efficient girl. Full of enthusiasm to make friends around. He wonder if she is cute or pretty or anything gorgeous. He still had his standards though, he won't date anyone he knew from the internet. The action somehow represents the society of desperados. She is onlined in his messenger, he click on her email to open the chatbox. He was halfway typing hello when suddenly a huge HELLO came into sight signalling the first word and the start of a chatting session. Another sentence pop out stating 'Haha, Im faster than you, I said hello first'.. Shaun was stoned, how the fuck did she knows he had wanting to say hello to her. He shrugged it off thinking she might have somekind of extreme high tech software installed in her program to know all this scrutinized informations in the web and instant messengers programs. They started chatting and getting to know each other better virtually.&lt;br /&gt;    They had been chatting for a couple of weeks and without Shaun realising it, he does enjoy talkin to her and he might have develop a feeling for her and maybe same way as well but he still can't be too naive and neglect the fact that virtual realities aren't the same as total hardcore fucked up reality the world is in now. This is just false fantasies in his mind to kill off his time. One day, he was feeling really emotional and self-contempt plus low self-esteem. He had been having a very bad hair day.. He went online and it seems Cassie too is having a bad hair day as well, he share his feelings with her and told her how he wish she was here with him. She replied 'You don't have to wish cause Im always there with you, in fact by ur side all the time, Im down cause I can't stand seeing you down. I want you to be happy..'..Shaun was like WTF IS SHE SAYING, AT MY SIDE?..what she meant shes always with me. Shaun felt a breeze in his dark room only illuminated by his monitor screen. There she replied again, 'Im always with you, Im in fact now beside you. Holding on to you'.. Shaun felt a slight cold brush on his right hand. His heart race a million times faster than the speed of light, he could pass out any moment now. Yet he still had a little boost of his strength to look to his right, his eyeballed turn follow by his head and a head was beside him on his right, closed to him, half of the faced covered with long thick hair and the other half that shows her eye looking back at him. Her white-shot eyes that had signs of despair and contempt. Shaun knows his fact of futility. He passed out and fall back from his chair..&lt;br /&gt;      He wakes up to find himself on the bed of white sheets and blanket. He is in the hospital. He clearly remembered what happen and was really traumatized to even move out of his bed. But he knows he got to do something. He went down from his bed, he almost fell, his leg still felt frailed. He thought to himself he must have passed out for a couple of days without food and water. He went to the desk and ask if he could use the computer for the moment, and lucky for him, the nurse brought him to a mini lounge where there is computer and internet service. He log into facebook, search for Cassie profile, he thought the profile must have been only his imaginary thoughts made up by her and if the profile still exist she must still be around and that only meant 1 thing, she is still with him. But he couldn't careless anymore, if it still is around, he gotta find out what she wants from him. Cassie profile is still accessible. There is nothing out of the blue since the last time he visited her profile. He caught a glimpse at her pictures, and as far as he remembered, the last time he access into this profile there is not a single pictures and there is now an amount of 10000 pictures in Cassie's photo album. He clicked to access her pictures. It seems like the pictures setting were in the era of the 80s or 90s. First few pages it was an ordinary picture of her, she really is beautiful. Her long smooth dark hair matched with her fairly maiden face. There are pictures of her with a handsome guy that might be her fiance, based by the way they took pictures together hand in hand an hugging each other and some displaying her kissing him on his cheek. Shaun browse more and more and to an extend his eyes almost buldged out in horror. There are pictures of her getting raped by not 1 but a group of guys, seem like a gang-rape-banging session. Even the rape was shown so meticulously and disturbing. Then he got to the section where she was tied to a table and was continuously raped while she was being hogtied, and soon another depict a guy bringing in a butcher knife and cut her stomach open while she is wide eyed awake. They took out of some sort of a pre-mature foetus. She was pregnant. They wrapped the foetus in a paper bag and burned int in front of her very eyes. She seem to be in great sadness and anger as she struggle so hard to get her off the table and reached for her burning pre-mature child in the paper bag. Her left hand broke out of the rope that tied her hand and tried to reach for the child, then suddenly another man came and dismembered her left hand with a machete. This seems like pictures depicting of her horrible past life when she was human, its really disturbing and agonising yet the scent of sorrow with grief and sadness fills the vibe. She struggle with her only hand now that is her right hand and successfully broke free as well, she got up and grab the guy holding her burning foetus by the neck and pierce her sharp fingernails into his throat, he dropped the burning foetus onto the table and she grab it as if it weren't hot at all. The other guy came and angered by what she had did to his friend, he slit her throat with the machete while others just stand watch in horror. She fell to the table bleeding and burning to death with her foetus. Her eyes remain intake and opened staring at the foetus..&lt;br /&gt;      The next picture then skip the part of her death, and shown a group of cops came into the abandoned building 5 days after the heartless incident. To Shaun's surprise, the cop found the foetus still in its original shape as though not hurt by any blade or flames but the only the ashes of the burned woman whom is Cassie. Shaun goes to the next page and the connection seem to lagged or could it be a problem with facebook? He refreshed countless times, but pictures wouldn't appear. A cold hand tap on his shoulder, he turned around quickly to realise its just a nurse asking if he needs any favour. Shaun said no thank you and smiled to her. He told her he could handle on his own. He went back to facebook. And it shows Cassie main page profile, the pictures are all gone. There are not a single pictures anymore in the her profile. Shaun is confused and tired, he couldn't take this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;      The next morning, he was told he is able to be discharge from the hospital. Shaun ask the doctor, who charged him into the hospital. The doctor said,"Its a young woman by the name of Cassie, she claim to be your best friend or something like that, and must I admit she is really beautiful." "How was I when I came here on the first night?"."You seem to be in a fit and also quite hysterical and you had a severe bump on the back of your head and that could explain why you were in that state, it hit the vital arteries there. Then you fell asleep and we thought you were in coma due to the fact you fell asleep for like almost a week as far as I can remember" "Wow, I can't remember that, I guessed you erased some part of my memory while you were fixing my mind, thanks alot anyway. But is there anyone visiting me at the moment?". "HAHA, you seem so unbelievably calm now, as though I had 2 different patient of the same body. Yea, there is, but she only visits you when you were asleep, surprisingly after you were so called revived, she did not visit you very often anymore and the one visits you is only Cassie herself that sent you in, she seems to care for you alot. Must be your girlfriend or something." The thought of girlfriend send chilld down Shaun's spine, he felt a slight nauseas out of a sudden. "Well doc, you meant she does not visits me often means she stills visit me?". A nurse that brought in he's lunch overheard the conversation and told him "Yea, she still visits you but only at night when you were asleep..Thats kinda weird, she use to visits you in the day as well when you were unconscious for almost a week."..Shaun thought to himself. "Alright, thanks for the info, it really helps." Shaun smiled back to both the doctor and the nurse after the lil words of showing his gratitude to them. Shaun decided to spend another night in the hospital since.&lt;br /&gt;      That night, Shaun pretended to have a shut eye while waiting for Cassie to come. He waited for a moment, no sign of her. He waited struggling keeping himself wide awake while shutting his eye so he won't fall asleep. He felt he really waited for far too long and no one came, not even a single footsteps accept for the faint sound of footsteps of nurses doing their round outside the ward at the main corridor of the floor. Shaun is fading into his dreams, he is fading into his oblivious stint in his dream. He tried to hang on longer but he can't, she is not coming tonight is what he thought. In his sleep he dreamt of a young lady, a beautiful young lady. She was really closed to him. He could felt the scent of her cold breath. She grab his hand, it felt soft and cold yet it makes his heart felt warmth. Shaun open his eyes out of a sudden and looked to his side. Finally, he saw her. He gripped her hand harder to avoid her from fleeing at the sight of seeing him awake and to proof she had failed in her attempt this time of being incredulous discreet. Shaun toughen up his guts to look straight into her eyes, she was really beautiful this time unlike the time he first saw her in his room. Shaun proving he had guts blurted out "Why are you not showing yourself this time round? I thought you're always so called beside me or with me or whatever isit? And wheres that demented horrendous look of yours?" Shaun can't believe what the fuck he had just said, holy shit he thinks he had awaken the sleeping giant. She smiled back and said "I was afraid I will give you the same medicine like how you were when you got here at first, it was really hurting to see that. I took my risk to show you my true colours at that moment to see if you could accept it but were just like any other humans to my disappointment. You been hanging out too much with humans and watching all sorts of horror movies to scare the wits out of you.". "Oh man, what the hell are you talking, I am human. You speak as though I was not meant to be one, and I hangout with humans, not any ghost or creatures like you which I din't know anything bout it at 1st when i knew you through facebook, I told you were so sincere to tell me evrything about you. You could have just told me you were an entity trying out facebook". "How silly of you, You speak as though you're still gonna talk to me if you know what I really am at that time." "I am talking to you now.." ."oh yea, right..You are talking to me now, even ghost are completely flawless alright despite my so called powers. Have you seen the pictures in facebook? and your hand suppose to have brain freeze now". "OUCH! yea, damn, you should have told me how long I had grab your hand to keep you from running!..yea, that reminds me! I was horribly stricken by what I saw there, Im so sorry, Im really am so sorry of what had happened to you. But I think you do not want to show me the rest cause the page wont open for next pages of pictures right after the cop took your foetus away". "Shaun, cause I think I must let you know that by my own words you are gonna hear it soon.". "Yea! Tell me, Im really fucking curious you know. Man, I think Im gonna know more of your background more than my own family ones, I got no family other than my nanny who adopted me". "Well, now you are going to know everythin about me and you. You know the foetus you just seen in there. If you think its dead, its not. In ironic fact, you are that foetus, Shaun.". "You gotta be kidding me...You're my mum!? Well it would be a total paradise dream to have a hot mum but still..Theres no way that foetus could survive unless it has became inhuman". "you and your fantasies..seriously, lame...When I was on my bridged to my death, I was almost there. That foetus was already burned and dead but it was given life again miraculously when I was looking at you till my death, it seems the last remains of my life was transfered out through my dead eyes which were facing you and it saved your soul from being totally dragged out to hell. You survived in the end and I died, since then, u were not completely human, ur soul is mixed with ones of the dead whom is me. I do not know why you din't felt the difference between you and typical humans, instead you became one". Shaun cried, he had tears crawling down his cheeks from his eyes. His mother had been through so much to keep the final remains of his soul intake within him. And he finally met his mum.. They had a mum-child conversation for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It may have been a happy ending after all, but this is only the beginning of the true horrors to come..Which Shaun didn't see it from the very start of his new life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1579346867980719449?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1579346867980719449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1579346867980719449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1579346867980719449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1579346867980719449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/resonance.html' title='Resonance..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-6883046575178406508</id><published>2009-08-03T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:02:48.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJqL_do-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/QgVu9lTY_L0/s1600-h/InfiniteTerror3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJqL_do-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/QgVu9lTY_L0/s320/InfiniteTerror3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365416257692476386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hafiz aka Morfiz on the left and Addi Araya on the right. Infinite Terror's drummer and bassist!! They are more than meets the eye of the beholder, they maybe the deathiest, blackiest, thrashiest human I ever met and yet 1 of the nicest group of friends and members I ever met as well. I met hafiz when Im working in Tangs and was hanging out with the earliest metalheads friends I just knew after like a week or so working there at Tangs, and I was introduced to hafiz..Another friend of mine told me about his friend who played drums on a 2 song death metal EP that is left in Tangs,. The drumming was fucking amazing, it incarcerated my mind for the moment cause it sounded alot like those old school death metal band drummings. I found out later its Hafiz that plays the drum in it with his former band. I knew Addi through hafiz, he is part of the Necro Agony band that made the EP I heard and he played rhythm guitars in there, Its been 2 years since he jammed, he was somehow entranced by what we jammed and became mass hypnotized and decided to join us, as our bassist, thats when he started playing bass and in a couple of months,. Its too short for someone to be good at it, but he really managed to be darn good at it, after my 3 month stint in NS is finally over, there I was bombard by his metal thrashin corpse crushing baptized in bassistism of his. FUCK YEAH!  I love Infinite Terror! Thrash up butcher destructor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJUgD0e_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/rjyDUlIu79U/s1600-h/Mymc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJUgD0e_I/AAAAAAAAAhM/rjyDUlIu79U/s320/Mymc3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365415885122337778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heaven studio, a studio in Pandan Indah which is situated damn far at the corner of an isolated shopping mall beside the hospital (which I kinda forgot the name, pantai ampang or sumthn) that held gigs and jamming session which I just found out after all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJUSBqsqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/1iy0TjuS6ts/s1600-h/Mymc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJUSBqsqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/1iy0TjuS6ts/s320/Mymc7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365415881355211426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some random animation office board which is so fucking massive and cool at the same time. Right beside heaven studio, pandan indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJUHuMVkI/AAAAAAAAAg8/IkGvMpPl0mU/s1600-h/Mymc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJUHuMVkI/AAAAAAAAAg8/IkGvMpPl0mU/s320/Mymc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365415878589175362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanif on the left and his nephew on the right. My hangout buddies this days, Hanif a former schoolmate and bandmate of mine which we still keep in touch and as great buddies to crap along and exchanging personal stories with each other, I knew him wen I just got into sri garden at the age of 16. Despite his very youthful age of Yusof, he is cool to crap along as well, an ardent fan of deathcore and metalcore! We went to a gig which is at heaven studio in pandan indah, we walked almost everywhere, and finally when we were giving up hope and hanif started to squat out of tireness and me being blur and annoyed by the fact we can't find any sign of it. He ranted out "Mane studio ni?" then out of the blue as if the divine highlord gave us a sign, we the sound drums which is sum random double bass pedal work, and there we are, my infuriated anger finally cease of after we saw the mini sign board that stated out the studio name. It was hilarious, it was as if in movie where the character is giving up hope and suddenly a sign came out to show tat he is only a step further from his destiny. FUCKING AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJT4Aes7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/TMObJNTL6wk/s1600-h/Pavi+wit+irfan,+hannah,+mimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJT4Aes7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/TMObJNTL6wk/s320/Pavi+wit+irfan,+hannah,+mimi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365415874370909106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An outing with Irfan, Mimi, and Hannah who just came back to malaysia for the summer holidays..welcome back hannah..I was expecting her to turn more british than usual, but it seems Hannah will always be Hannah..HAHA..it was nice to follow them into boutiques and hyper high standards accessories shop like prada and gucci which I had never entered b4 in my entire life and that somehow gave me a chance to have the first time. Its kinda awkward being in there, too plain awkward..HAHA..Im never ever gonna be some girls rich boyfriend..no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJTjGBigI/AAAAAAAAAgs/IF28TtknDHk/s1600-h/DSC05441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJTjGBigI/AAAAAAAAAgs/IF28TtknDHk/s320/DSC05441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365415868757019138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture I found in a blog link given by winnie. The blog belongs to a friend of hers which is my camp mate in NS, but I totally forgot about her. I can't even recall eventhough I had great alacrity to remember who is that. The world is way damn small for humans like everyone of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-6883046575178406508?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6883046575178406508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=6883046575178406508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6883046575178406508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6883046575178406508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Random again'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SnXJqL_do-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/QgVu9lTY_L0/s72-c/InfiniteTerror3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-8441795031928569048</id><published>2009-08-02T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:53:11.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>My blog is dead, and oblivious to the world. How cool can that be? Theres someone who seems to hate me, there somethings wrong with something around me, theres something not right around me,. And how cool can that be again? Im getting fucking rusty right now.. Decaying through gangrenous process at home and on the realistic world outside,. Having action-packed fun like hell fantasy dreams of never-ever-will-ever-exist land of vikings, fairies, pixies, pagans, elves, kenders, and bla bla bla you name it..&lt;br /&gt;    College is still a month from now, gonna fucking end my 3 month stint at home unemployed! The longer staying unemployed the more utterly exaggerating nonsense forming thru the membrane of my brain cells that connects to the mind. And cause major fucking blockage to the flow of my chakra powers to reach moksa..=,=''..Liberty won't come my way! been goin out alot this days rendezvous with old friends of my own and strolling around being hang by the noose of my nothingness and boredom..OH OH! I finally had sisha last friday nite!..Felt so good beb!. at Taman Dagang pulak tu, rm10 je, not bad for the standards of ampang currency. Im updating here is also for the sake of my big friend Aryton who claims this blog is dead.HAHA..BRO, its not dead, its just being hibernated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-8441795031928569048?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8441795031928569048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=8441795031928569048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8441795031928569048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8441795031928569048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-8425832172354467095</id><published>2009-06-30T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:02:33.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>A GALLANT ATTEMPT TO GROWL SCREAM THE WORD "RAPE!!" 10 TIMES IN 1 SECOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-8425832172354467095?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8425832172354467095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=8425832172354467095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8425832172354467095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8425832172354467095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-2016278135026567609</id><published>2009-06-30T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:54:10.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH!?</title><content type='html'>OK, heres the big deal about something said by a friend of mine that sounds uptight wrong to me and it start to make me feel so fucking weird when Im typing this thing. She said blogging is for attention seekers! Holy Muthafuck! I do it for the purpose of killing my god damn loads of free time now, my blog doesn't have anything personal, dn't really says what I do everyday, and I always speak of random, ok thats it..no more..I aint saying more man!..damn, Im really mortified by those words..neh, whatever!..HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;     There's nothing much to say here nor do I had any pictures to post, Infinite Terror is growing on well, just can't wait for it to publish its first EP or demo, and to perform in it's first gig and more and more! I gotta rectify if there's anything not right about it. It must be a success this time. Thrash till burning death! I always have pensive thoughts about myself, what am I going to do, what am I going to achieve. Am I going to be able to do what I want in the future? Time is ticking seconds by seconds in a blink of the third eye, there you go..Its already 30 years in the future and what have i done so far?.Stop being fucking pensive!&lt;br /&gt;    To forgive is to suffer, a song by Death, a very meaningful death metal with the most realistic straight to the point about life in this world. "To accept another day we choose, to give away another piece of life,to forgive is to suffer"&lt;br /&gt;"Once or twice is kind, three or four is blind, it is not the end yet a way to begin,the power of words both good and bad." An ambivalent feeling flow right through piercing into the core of my heart to notice the fact that it is that forgiving a soul is increasing your tormented level in life. To accept again the apologies of somebody is to give away another vital piece of your life, you bare the pain and showing fake faces that you are happy and had forgiving him/her, but you are not, the grudges in you evolutionised into great contempt about that someone, you infuriate to the extent of unbearable heights..There, what have you done...Nothing is perfect in this world, humans are mostly sad beings if you look in a way that is more meticulously obfuscate for the naked mind..scrutinized yourself, who are you and what are you?..the inferiority that holds your free soul..that shall give you throes to perdition sooner or later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-2016278135026567609?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2016278135026567609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=2016278135026567609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2016278135026567609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2016278135026567609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/huh.html' title='HUH!?'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-1268782960243337965</id><published>2009-06-18T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:16:25.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The music scene within the chinese people, everyone knows how much of pop and love songs they do. They are so well known for that till many metalheads of other race and culture thinks the chinese just can't metal or they don't even metal at all in their homeland. Think again, china took 10 years to learn to play metal and to get themselve indulge into the metal music scene. Just 10 years, we might think they are still an amateur in it. Please do doubt that and witness for yourself the brutality and darkness in their world of the underground. Due to the government of china which is against that kind of music, it makes them hard to get them known into the world and kept them only within their space of oblivion till no one even knows they existed. But who give a fuck about it, darkness reigns in china hell alot more than the 18 level of hell than we expected. Thanks to those famous humans like jay chou, lee hom and the rest. They are what they are known as how they are known now, chinese are mostly lovey dovey poppishes and they can't metal hard. RIGHT? CHINESE just can't metal!..Do take a look at whats below now...this is actually who the chinese are within their dark emotions.. The darker side of china/hong kong/taiwan, that actually could make the country truely proud of themselves and be a massive part of the metal underground league in the world.. and my most sincere apologies if I hurt anyone with what I said earlier..thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TZTCDndOTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TZTCDndOTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Ritual Day, 1 of china's first wave of extreme metal, they played melodic black metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z5PU7AwWAfc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z5PU7AwWAfc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Tang Dynasty, China's very own first heavy metal band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PB6As1-8xlw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PB6As1-8xlw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Frosty Eve, chinese melodic death metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVjWxDdIQqw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVjWxDdIQqw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Metal Wing, China melodic death metal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrMqw47tU2k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrMqw47tU2k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Lacerate, China's Thrash metal!!!! Thrash til burning death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tMnoWYieNPM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tMnoWYieNPM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Suffocated, China's Thrash metal!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/azjvSyFV0TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/azjvSyFV0TY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Beeline, China's Thrash/death metal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzK95BjkQfI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzK95BjkQfI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Chaotic Aeon, China's death metal, OLD SCHOOL DEATH METAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIdIYP0AiQ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dIdIYP0AiQ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Tiefutu, China's melodic death metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eh-yafzptuQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eh-yafzptuQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Ego Fall, China's melodic metalcore/death metal. Very folkish Mongolian sound! Chinese folk metal element!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8b9iOaWYP4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8b9iOaWYP4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Spring Autumn, China's heavy metal with folk influence, Kaiser Kuo the founder of Tang Dynasty is a part of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bdo_J6komjM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bdo_J6komjM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Empylver, China's folk/doom/black metal, very beautifully rendered music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4SnsF80mzzE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4SnsF80mzzE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Midwinter, China's black metal.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ymz-dtKM9E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ymz-dtKM9E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Wrath of Despot, China's black metal.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-VydVmlDGWg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-VydVmlDGWg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Heresy , China's Thrash metal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still loads and loads of it, too much to find, too much to hear, to much to see, too much to feel. Come to think of it, they are mostly thrash,death,black which kept them to the true roots of metal, it makes things way alot better than playing those typical trendy metalcore, hardcore and deathcore which is in very minimum amount in that country. Support the underground metal scene. The conclusion, THRASH/DEATH/BLACK METAL FOR NEVERENDING ETERNITY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1268782960243337965?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1268782960243337965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1268782960243337965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1268782960243337965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1268782960243337965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/gstsagrgdrfag.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-1325166753619013265</id><published>2009-06-16T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:20:26.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjaNe66tMmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SIP7J3eWmI8/s1600-h/Billy+bald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347617169900122722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjaNe66tMmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SIP7J3eWmI8/s320/Billy+bald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjaNetRjWYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/xD8XkomgKC4/s1600-h/Irfan+driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347617166237849986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjaNetRjWYI/AAAAAAAAAgU/xD8XkomgKC4/s320/Irfan+driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randomly taking pictures for the sake of using up a few moment of my free time. In the meantime, I'm also trying to distract Irfan while he is driving with my handphone camera flash, JENG JENG, take that!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Random -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1325166753619013265?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1325166753619013265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1325166753619013265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1325166753619013265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1325166753619013265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/randomly-taking-pictures-for-sake-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjaNe66tMmI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SIP7J3eWmI8/s72-c/Billy+bald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-260928212150447877</id><published>2009-06-15T01:40:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:45:34.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLKN pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjXRqjraG1I/AAAAAAAAAf8/vikf7ft_67Q/s1600-h/DELTA.SAKTI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347410661634349906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjXRqjraG1I/AAAAAAAAAf8/vikf7ft_67Q/s320/DELTA.SAKTI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Delta flag of kumpulan 2 siri 6/2009 kem KKB. DELTA SAKTI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7vLL9GCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/tX9EmZz-6LY/s1600-h/Ns23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347245814215153698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7vLL9GCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/tX9EmZz-6LY/s320/Ns23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DELTA!!!! GELAK GELAK DELTA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7uyHuTPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/EXA9T9zJUco/s1600-h/Ns25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347245807486520562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7uyHuTPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/EXA9T9zJUco/s320/Ns25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the end of the closing ceremony...everyone start going around asking for contacts and taking pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7u9UBowI/AAAAAAAAAfk/04AtVrKs7Ss/s1600-h/Ns26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347245810490909442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7u9UBowI/AAAAAAAAAfk/04AtVrKs7Ss/s320/Ns26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The almighty KKB marching field.... The place where all formal marching events is held including the marching competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7usexwzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/pBKdyjQtqnw/s1600-h/Ns24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347245805972603698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7usexwzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/pBKdyjQtqnw/s320/Ns24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Ah Boy aka Chen Woon (our ajutun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7uap6wiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/p8IRlzT0Bxg/s1600-h/Ns27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347245801187492386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7uap6wiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/p8IRlzT0Bxg/s320/Ns27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The majlis penutup board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7R-V0ayI/AAAAAAAAAfM/snzjD01RO3I/s1600-h/NS.Q2(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347245312550660898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7R-V0ayI/AAAAAAAAAfM/snzjD01RO3I/s320/NS.Q2(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dorm Q2, after successfully completed our task of cleaning and washing up our dorm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7RnZKG9I/AAAAAAAAAfE/cxj_gYnHp6Q/s1600-h/Ns+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347245306390649810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7RnZKG9I/AAAAAAAAAfE/cxj_gYnHp6Q/s320/Ns+(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FULL LORENG, Im gonna miss that attire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7RlPVxJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Sutsncl6r3U/s1600-h/Ns+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347245305812599954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7RlPVxJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Sutsncl6r3U/s320/Ns+(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the night of the farewell ceremony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7RYlQhaI/AAAAAAAAAe0/daei4s6YwFk/s1600-h/Ns31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347245302414869922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7RYlQhaI/AAAAAAAAAe0/daei4s6YwFk/s320/Ns31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home to putrajaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7ReBfw2I/AAAAAAAAAes/n0FWBoFQzds/s1600-h/NS.Q2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347245303875486562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU7ReBfw2I/AAAAAAAAAes/n0FWBoFQzds/s320/NS.Q2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dorm cleaning washing soldiers, that sacrifice our life for the sake of our dorm cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6_H62L0I/AAAAAAAAAek/AGcUeG0uN9M/s1600-h/Ns28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347244988704370498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6_H62L0I/AAAAAAAAAek/AGcUeG0uN9M/s320/Ns28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view from my bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6_K9ghSI/AAAAAAAAAec/PrNdlTTVtsE/s1600-h/Ns29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347244989520839970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6_K9ghSI/AAAAAAAAAec/PrNdlTTVtsE/s320/Ns29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice patch of armpit hair, isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6-x4LjoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Qqp9l7gu69Y/s1600-h/Ns21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347244982787608194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6-x4LjoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Qqp9l7gu69Y/s320/Ns21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DELTA once more!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6-95FYwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tN7zDWM7yN4/s1600-h/Ns20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347244986012623618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6-95FYwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tN7zDWM7yN4/s320/Ns20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our obstacle course field where we did our kembara halangan competition.. Delta is 2nd, we got 2nd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6-g-uTWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/6qfmtaM4KEE/s1600-h/Ns18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347244978251648354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6-g-uTWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/6qfmtaM4KEE/s320/Ns18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Ling, both of the same company, she and her gang just love to laugh at my cantonese slang, they gave me a nickname Ngau Keng and Chou Yeh.hahaha..See that look of mine that is suppose to be a dumb dumb look, Im trying to look bad in her camera. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6mUz6cXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-TNOgKGoeFg/s1600-h/Ns17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347244562668220786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6mUz6cXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-TNOgKGoeFg/s320/Ns17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Ngah Qi, shes my classmate in the Kenegaraan class, and she found out I could actually understand and speak some cantonese when we were both on our way home in the bus back to Putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6mIIvN_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/_vOiRDVr-lA/s1600-h/Ns16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347244559265904626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6mIIvN_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/_vOiRDVr-lA/s320/Ns16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our company candid picture, for the ones who is gonna leave soon in the month of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6l9Hg7uI/AAAAAAAAAds/ixG5Jh3dCZc/s1600-h/Ns14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347244556307984098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6l9Hg7uI/AAAAAAAAAds/ixG5Jh3dCZc/s320/Ns14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Same delta picture as above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6l9qqTnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/bnNSpDVNvUA/s1600-h/Ns12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347244556455399026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6l9qqTnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/bnNSpDVNvUA/s320/Ns12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6lqsqVEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mkkpzEbzuEQ/s1600-h/Ns11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347244551363515458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6lqsqVEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mkkpzEbzuEQ/s320/Ns11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ekram and me, one of my close buddy there, he is an extremely good dancer and a shuffler, can check out his videos in youtube by typing in 'ekkem' with his performance at an Interact Installation Night at his homeland in Sabah. Miss that dude!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6EwTWDkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jhLPuc2wYdU/s1600-h/Ns10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347243985932258882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6EwTWDkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jhLPuc2wYdU/s320/Ns10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stage in the hall. Dewan Makan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6Ehtz5eI/AAAAAAAAAdM/R_TG0TP66Kk/s1600-h/Ns9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347243982016734690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6Ehtz5eI/AAAAAAAAAdM/R_TG0TP66Kk/s320/Ns9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The trainers table and chairs where they use to sit and watch us when we were lining up for role calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6EYoHygI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5KrXDL5SC7Y/s1600-h/NS6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347243979576953346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6EYoHygI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5KrXDL5SC7Y/s320/NS6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Emanuel. We were on our night duty. And it was really sleepy that time and as I could remember, I didnt slept that night till 3.30am, The time I finished my shift. The only night I stayed awake that long. It was Emanuel last duty that time as he too was going back home early. And he is the camp KKB cube puzzle master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6EemLw7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/LFshuJQ2kSU/s1600-h/NS5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347243981179438002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6EemLw7I/AAAAAAAAAc8/LFshuJQ2kSU/s320/NS5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A candid group picture when we were grouping up for the night's activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6EMfygNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UBMa8djl480/s1600-h/NS4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347243976320778450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU6EMfygNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UBMa8djl480/s320/NS4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Elister, my best buddy in the camp, the one that keeps me company when we were alone, talking bullshits and crap and becoming sohai more or less like how it shown in the pic above. He too went back early to continue pursuing his studies, and he is currently studying in KL, Im gonna getcha man!! The SOHAI PAIR WE ARE!!..HAHAH WTHFH@@!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU5HGJllsI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hrNk3Z9_pO0/s1600-h/NS3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347242926645024450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU5HGJllsI/AAAAAAAAAcs/hrNk3Z9_pO0/s320/NS3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Winnie, the first chinese I spoke Malay with in the camp as it is far more easier for us to communicate that way. HAHA.. She was really really a nice girl and nice to me too.. Knew her in Christian night class which I smuggle myself into.. All the best to you in Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU5G2Cq73I/AAAAAAAAAck/eXIZgFB0Ru0/s1600-h/NS2.JPG"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU5GqTwDYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uSHrUQdEuu0/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347242919171460482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU5GqTwDYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uSHrUQdEuu0/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view of the cafeteria from the car, the place where I get my supplies of buns and buns and buns......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU5GTNmN5I/AAAAAAAAAcU/tFvvjHtTeac/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347242912971634578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU5GTNmN5I/AAAAAAAAAcU/tFvvjHtTeac/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm.........wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU5GT1KX1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-6YpEXmqMZM/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347242913137581906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU5GT1KX1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-6YpEXmqMZM/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU4JYr0WVI/AAAAAAAAAcE/58jJkzM9Ecw/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241866468546898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU4JYr0WVI/AAAAAAAAAcE/58jJkzM9Ecw/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The long road to the gate entrance of kem KKB..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU4JM0O3kI/AAAAAAAAAb8/93lH71PyBh8/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241863282613826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU4JM0O3kI/AAAAAAAAAb8/93lH71PyBh8/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Commander and staff little chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU4I7lqtLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/g1yUCbQatsQ/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241858658120882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU4I7lqtLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/g1yUCbQatsQ/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dewan Delima, where we had our registration into the camp, our thursday Buddhist night class, and the place where my family and I will sit and talk and eat the food brought by my family on the family visiting day every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU4IqqCglI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zEfo-Pc4S70/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241854113055314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU4IqqCglI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zEfo-Pc4S70/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chairs in the Dewan Delima..erm..for us to sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU4IuVwRjI/AAAAAAAAAbk/TwqxjJXZ5WA/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241855101716018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU4IuVwRjI/AAAAAAAAAbk/TwqxjJXZ5WA/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The football field ahead and the mountains way ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3hUfS8JI/AAAAAAAAAbc/MFM41s_Fqqo/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241178147516562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3hUfS8JI/AAAAAAAAAbc/MFM41s_Fqqo/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3hHlxSaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/uA_9Z7Nbbr4/s1600-h/Billy+botak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241174685010338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3hHlxSaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/uA_9Z7Nbbr4/s320/Billy+botak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the 4th day of the camp, and I got bald a couple days back in the picture. It was my first time in my life shaving my hair off to this extend. Just look at me how sour do I look in there, my precious hair =((.. T.T.. But Im still so called bald right now, quite used to it but still I want back my hair, I want it long and long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3gyFB9KI/AAAAAAAAAbM/i8f3L2dvFsM/s1600-h/plkn8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241168910546082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3gyFB9KI/AAAAAAAAAbM/i8f3L2dvFsM/s320/plkn8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dark above, bright below, as above as below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3g6_SqlI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NuMcr_YeUik/s1600-h/plkn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241171302394450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3g6_SqlI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NuMcr_YeUik/s320/plkn7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the final morning in the camp, waiting for the time to come to get onto the bus for all of us to go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3gtx7MJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qgD0F4bsbD0/s1600-h/P4261227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241167756669074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3gtx7MJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qgD0F4bsbD0/s320/P4261227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the sunday's that my family came to visit me. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3QV2-h1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/p22cFltv-SA/s1600-h/plkn6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240886457501522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3QV2-h1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/p22cFltv-SA/s320/plkn6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PERBARISAN TAMAT LATIHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3QDZ9e-I/AAAAAAAAAas/WHAKbNk3R8s/s1600-h/plkn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240881503960034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3QDZ9e-I/AAAAAAAAAas/WHAKbNk3R8s/s320/plkn5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening and listening and listening and listeninggggg and listennninnnggggggggg.......zzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3QOf3C9I/AAAAAAAAAak/6a0aSxDS3D0/s1600-h/plkn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240884481493970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3QOf3C9I/AAAAAAAAAak/6a0aSxDS3D0/s320/plkn4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On mother's day celebration in the camp before we were to go home for our semester break holidays. Too much of XOXO, hugs and kisses from dearly beloved mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3P7M7-pI/AAAAAAAAAac/68nrjJbbclg/s1600-h/plkn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240879301851794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3P7M7-pI/AAAAAAAAAac/68nrjJbbclg/s320/plkn3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watch the children pray....At the beautiful and scenic Kam Long Temple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3PmRFS5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/aWu7W5VUPME/s1600-h/plkn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240873682094994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU3PmRFS5I/AAAAAAAAAaU/aWu7W5VUPME/s320/plkn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dewan makan, far left is Alpha dining table, follow up by Bravo, Charlie and Delta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU28y2kz0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/NX8pCpbWaSw/s1600-h/plkn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240550643060546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU28y2kz0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/NX8pCpbWaSw/s320/plkn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A group picture of the chinese students on our last visit to usual near by temple we always visit on every ordinary sunday morning. in the middle is Cikgu Michael!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU28_6jhVI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hCCeN9ra6nU/s1600-h/P5031407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240554149414226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU28_6jhVI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hCCeN9ra6nU/s320/P5031407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Poon..wooooott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU28ub6McI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FTEqnBBB05I/s1600-h/P5031453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240549457473986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU28ub6McI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FTEqnBBB05I/s320/P5031453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Kevin, Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU28U6CDjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_C18RnAd2wM/s1600-h/P5031460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240542604496434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU28U6CDjI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_C18RnAd2wM/s320/P5031460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The majority chinese trainee group picture at the Kam Long temple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU28R9FcQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/17cF5l9sExA/s1600-h/P5031446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240541811994882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU28R9FcQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/17cF5l9sExA/s320/P5031446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Falling down the holy steps..yippeee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240066411487202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU2gm8xX-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/3aEpKl3E9ss/s320/P5031444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BARIS SEDIA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU2gSpj91I/AAAAAAAAAZc/zaC_XnWxygg/s1600-h/P5031440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240060962207570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU2gSpj91I/AAAAAAAAAZc/zaC_XnWxygg/s320/P5031440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie's company trademark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU2gS9KMeI/AAAAAAAAAZU/4zEIe-1dNoU/s1600-h/P5031439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240061044404706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU2gS9KMeI/AAAAAAAAAZU/4zEIe-1dNoU/s320/P5031439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bravo's company trademark. YOU CAN'T SEE ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU2gCe2xUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/i7WWCb5bo3E/s1600-h/P5031438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240056622335298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU2gCe2xUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/i7WWCb5bo3E/s320/P5031438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alpha's company trademark..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU2f5L7rmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AkFRN-mkXVI/s1600-h/P5031436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240054127046242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjU2f5L7rmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/AkFRN-mkXVI/s320/P5031436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Delta's company trademark.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-260928212150447877?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/260928212150447877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=260928212150447877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/260928212150447877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/260928212150447877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/plkn-pictures.html' title='PLKN pictures'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SjXRqjraG1I/AAAAAAAAAf8/vikf7ft_67Q/s72-c/DELTA.SAKTI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-3068086089049881310</id><published>2009-06-15T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:33:16.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLKN</title><content type='html'>PLKN. Program Latihan Khidmat Negara also known in english as  National Service Training Programme (NS = National Service). I got to know that I was choosen to join the NS training programme around bla bla after the mid term break of 2008. I was devastated upon gaining the news from the sms I sent. It went like 'TAHNIAH anda telah dipilih untuk mengikuti Program Latihan Khidmat Negara". They even could congratulate me for getting choosen. DAMN!!..I got no choice back then but to go for it......Well, at least I got some friends of mine who is in the same camp as I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   19 March 2009, thats the day I depart from my family to Kem Bina Semangat, Kuala Kubu Bharu. I was really afraid of what the hell Im gonna face there. The people that Im gonna meet, friends, trainers and so on. I even thought that I would have a chance to encounter a ghost face on for the first time in my life!! Life was tough, at first with so many feelings going on inside of me and the gruesome fearsome way of the trainer that kinda give me the heat of tension. They were quite fierce when we first got there. The first week past as though a month had past. Time feels like its just crawling with the speed of 1 second per hour. I miss my family alot and I knew how much they miss me too especially my mum whom I always argue with before, I actually started to appreciate home even more that is appreciating my mum, dad, and my brother alot more than I usually do. Being a callow child in the family yet being disobedient and delinquent by fighting back words harshly that hurt them alot and being someone who just doesnt care is what I did alot before and I really felt so fucking bad and do not know how am I repent my sin towards it. I do not wanna be back the same ol' fucker back then. So I moved on by starting off in the camp..&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;        I attended many classes there that is usually in the morning, ate six meals a day which made me gain 4 kg in a few weeks which is really alot for me. Gotta wake up every 5am from monday to friday and 6am plus plus on weekends. Gather for assembly every monday to friday morning at 6.30 am..We had physical activities in the afternoon including marching. In the meantime, I knew some friends especially and of cause my dormmates, 1 of my closest buddy is Elister Tan who is from Sabah is sleeping on the bed next to me, We usually talk crap and stuff when we really had free time for ourselves. I became his si foo of sohai-ness..hahaha..I became close to more people in my dorm as time past such as Ekram, Charles, our company leader Seelan, Emanuel, Hazrin and so on..and out of dorm, I met many more nice friends like big baby boy Aryton, Winnie, Ling (delta), Ping, Vivian the hyper, Chen Woon, Kelvin Low, Kelvin Chew, Kok Liong, Federik, Nun, Jasper, Ah Seng, etc etc and so on and on n on..But honestly, I was a very different person back in camp, Im not sociable at all, as in really really quiet compare to others whom they got loads of friends easily..oh, and Im from the DELTA company!!.YAY!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      As time past there, we had ups and down in the camp, times we feel happy and times we feel sad and angry. Times we had fun, times we had to get down on our chest,. And many people start to leave and almost all my close buddies left on the month of May for colleges and stuff..Finally, the last week of the programme came, and then its 8 of June. We successfully completed the PLKN programme. Just like Suk Hwa once told me '..before you knew it, it will be over'..and yes, how do i not realise that time past really fast eventhough it felt really really slow inside. I came back and started walking the busy urban streets fill with transport and pedestrians and started questioning myself wether is this a dream, Im finally home..It felt wavy... Im catching up back with all I missed while Im in camp. I missed an important dates as well, my dad's birthday on the 24th April, first time Im not there at home with my dad when on the date of his birthday. I also missed her birthday on the 2nd June, which is maybe gonna be her final birthday in Malaysia, but Im glad she had her best birthday period and had loads of fun...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;        In the end, PLKN actually give quite a good experience and taught us many things and about how important discipline is in our lives. Like what Cikgu Faizul once taught us, a day always starts in the morning, if in the morning ur untidy and messy so you are gonna be that way for the whole day and so goes to life, when you start life in the beginning in a most unpleasant manner and indiscipline, so goes your life without discipline, in order and a good path.  OH! and we learned new words too such as "sangap" which is the signature word of KEM KKB!!. I didn't expect myself to be quite positive after all the negativity in me. It just something that happens only once in a lifetime and only almost 3 months of your over 60, 70, 80 year of lifespan. KKB ARE YOU READY!!!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-3068086089049881310?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3068086089049881310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=3068086089049881310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3068086089049881310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3068086089049881310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/06/plkn.html' title='PLKN'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-5446221966231695863</id><published>2009-03-02T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:57:15.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SarJ7AWdffI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MXLwwKHeBEM/s1600-h/Sepultura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308277126353223154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SarJ7AWdffI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MXLwwKHeBEM/s320/Sepultura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sepultura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SarJ60JfRiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/brvW4qvHn1Y/s1600-h/overkill.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308277123077588514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SarJ60JfRiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/brvW4qvHn1Y/s320/overkill.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overkill..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A random post for a boring gloomy sunday turn monday period. Thrash till' death!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-5446221966231695863?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5446221966231695863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=5446221966231695863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5446221966231695863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5446221966231695863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/03/sepultura-overkill.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SarJ7AWdffI/AAAAAAAAAY8/MXLwwKHeBEM/s72-c/Sepultura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-2443354155213707564</id><published>2009-03-01T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:32:41.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moon shines on the path of a callow boy,&lt;br /&gt;Who just turn 18,&lt;br /&gt;Lead him the way to his conquest,&lt;br /&gt;He is almost there to his first step to rise,&lt;br /&gt;To reign, To dominate,&lt;br /&gt;To be on the road of glorious dirt and sand,&lt;br /&gt;Where will he be..in the end..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-2443354155213707564?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2443354155213707564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=2443354155213707564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2443354155213707564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2443354155213707564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/03/moon-shines-on-path-of-callow-boy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-4511511877211215684</id><published>2009-02-25T23:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:08:20.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVr3c6wiBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/AXt9j4YS08E/s1600-h/Heh5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306766336325617682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVr3c6wiBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/AXt9j4YS08E/s320/Heh5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mei Ji - MiMi.. She/he is reading a book entitled *I duno what the fuck*..ta daaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVpN2NdYsI/AAAAAAAAAYk/u2jk00xPGjA/s1600-h/Heh9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306763422537179842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVpN2NdYsI/AAAAAAAAAYk/u2jk00xPGjA/s320/Heh9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this pic. That guy in black has blurry face, filled with obscurity. GHOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVpNbNpDxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/U3xv2zMK8Qg/s1600-h/heh38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306763415290187538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVpNbNpDxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/U3xv2zMK8Qg/s320/heh38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to Ellise eeee, he turn into a look alike eyeballess monster, same like her. She infected him. Now his eye sockets is gonna get screwed with bawang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVoDNsJslI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nEt8a32ogck/s1600-h/heh37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306762140349739602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVoDNsJslI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nEt8a32ogck/s320/heh37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 psycho-sexual maniac with the horniest book you can ever find in Popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVoDFACm_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/v7cpznKE9Go/s1600-h/heh36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306762138017242098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVoDFACm_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/v7cpznKE9Go/s320/heh36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is book is really orgasmic, about dirty stimulating games in a group!! GROUPIES ORGIES!! Its only rm60.00 buy it or be dead! The naughtiest book in Popular published by a sex goddess or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVoC2zzyYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IkBc5CWId1c/s1600-h/Heh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306762134207842690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVoC2zzyYI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IkBc5CWId1c/s320/Heh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you see the hair???..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVoC-wxfwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-2mwbKskBvE/s1600-h/Heh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306762136342593282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVoC-wxfwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-2mwbKskBvE/s320/Heh4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Slippers vs Shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVoCzPo_rI/AAAAAAAAAX0/eUDVtK4Yq3k/s1600-h/Heh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306762133250834098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVoCzPo_rI/AAAAAAAAAX0/eUDVtK4Yq3k/s320/Heh3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No shorts, no underpants. Its all beneath the remains of the bulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVnqX8m5vI/AAAAAAAAAXs/M6zjiew_O58/s1600-h/Heh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306761713606387442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVnqX8m5vI/AAAAAAAAAXs/M6zjiew_O58/s320/Heh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; +.+.. Dont know what to say bout it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVnngb6tdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JS0xBvTrteM/s1600-h/heh27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306761664345585106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVnngb6tdI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JS0xBvTrteM/s320/heh27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elle EEEE! Memang pro camwhore, ni perlu kena sepak! WAT TURFF&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVnk0uKfHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hPp27cdT038/s1600-h/Heh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306761618251218034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVnk0uKfHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hPp27cdT038/s320/Heh6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dwayne - Didi Dudu Dandut! Always the biggest boy off them all!! See he is wearing his uniform with the school badge there. He is helping the school gaining fame with his selekeh style. Make the school proud bro! SELEKEH FOREVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats when Billy was lepaking with his junior ex schoolmate from smkhulu kelang.. ITS d most highest amount of pictures taken in just 1 outing for him. WORLD RECORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-4511511877211215684?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4511511877211215684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=4511511877211215684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4511511877211215684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4511511877211215684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/mei-ji-mimi.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SaVr3c6wiBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/AXt9j4YS08E/s72-c/Heh5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-4197075380389946710</id><published>2009-02-23T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:59:44.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead..</title><content type='html'>Vijae, a good friend of mine. Told me something that somehow I do not know what to feel about it. I do not know if I should take that as an orthodoxy or not that heavy metal music shortens human lifespan. He told me that he read an article and watched a documentary about it where they experiment heavy metal music with a plant and on the other plant experimented it with classical music. The plant with heavy metal died within a week and the one with classical music bloomed with flying pollens and colours. Heavy metal is still somehow of great pivotal to me despite the fact I heard about this news. And since I had been listening to it everyday, almost everytime since years and years back. Am i going to meet my judgment by tomorrow, the day after,  or what? Maybe anytime now? I could just drop dead on my keyboard with eyes wide open staring out of the window. Just waiting and waiting for my time to come, anytime they wanna come to take me away. Come and in a courtesy drop by to say HI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-4197075380389946710?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4197075380389946710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=4197075380389946710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4197075380389946710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4197075380389946710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead.html' title='Dead..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-6940826165420363522</id><published>2009-02-16T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:24:42.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZhoe6jmKTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gxlUhlr7rgo/s1600-h/666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303103441552681266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZhoe6jmKTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gxlUhlr7rgo/s320/666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZhoewjoWNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NsbjsmNoLcs/s1600-h/666-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303103438868469970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZhoewjoWNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NsbjsmNoLcs/s320/666-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;666. The number of the almighty evil of all evil. The evil that men do, the satan who live in everyone of us. Unleashed itself from our inner soul through our doings of foul deeds. I have seen alot of 6 this days. One of it, is my birthday cake. My dad got only 3 large candles on the cake that represents the number 18. Each candles represent the number 6. The sum of all the three 6 is 18. My dad did that on purpose. I really appreciate that a lot. My Parkway drive ticket had the number 6. Someone special whom I love very much date of birth falls on the 6th month of the western calender. Im 18 this year so its the sum of three 6 =.=''.. I have been seeing 666 or the number 6 alot. I do hope its a prophecy or something (mind my wild imaginations), maybe its a sign to tell that 666 is coming to town?. If not I would have been a waste to be seeing so many sixes. 666 the number the of the beast. The beautifully crafted foul beast, that everyone fear off deep inside them, even me myself. Every single lil foul deeds, shows that we are the satan. So do accept yourself as the devil and the angel, cause non of you are angels. Fuck yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-6940826165420363522?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6940826165420363522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=6940826165420363522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6940826165420363522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6940826165420363522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/666.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZhoe6jmKTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/gxlUhlr7rgo/s72-c/666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-8369832153907386001</id><published>2009-02-15T03:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:48:25.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules: Copy to your own note, erase my answers, and enter yours. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real. . .nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name: Billy&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word: Bust&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name: Boey&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name: Brenda&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: Black metallist..&lt;br /&gt;6. A color: Black&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: Black, almost all black&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: Babi&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: Brush to brush my backside.&lt;br /&gt;10. A place: Balik kampung&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late : Banging my wife for far too long&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you shout: Bogemak punya cibai pantat mak engkau!!&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: Back to the future?&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink: Brandy campur Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;15. A band: Bonded by blood ( Fuck yeah!!)&lt;br /&gt;16. An animal: Baba black sheep&lt;br /&gt;17. A street name: Bloody fucking street&lt;br /&gt;18. A type of car: Boob-dozer&lt;br /&gt;19. A song title: Black seeds on virgin soil&lt;br /&gt;20. A verb: Bastard of humanity and christ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way of releasing tension through doing random tags with pure vulgaritic nonsense. Thats the way man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-8369832153907386001?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8369832153907386001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=8369832153907386001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8369832153907386001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8369832153907386001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/rules-copy-to-your-own-note-erase-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-1130739545269752537</id><published>2009-02-14T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:44:13.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZaRN2pI5zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SjNQLSWMM4k/s1600-h/Gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302585278467729202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZaRN2pI5zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SjNQLSWMM4k/s320/Gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZaRN4E30NI/AAAAAAAAAVs/HrfIMRFPxqs/s1600-h/Gang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302585278852485330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZaRN4E30NI/AAAAAAAAAVs/HrfIMRFPxqs/s320/Gang2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when back to former school to meet up wit 'member-member'.. and also a farewell to Hanifah (the guy in red shirt) who is leaving to terengganu today. We walked all the way from sri garden to pavilion just to eat lunch there..an all new walking experience.. In the second picture, we caught a pontianak in the picture behind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I saw her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1130739545269752537?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1130739545269752537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1130739545269752537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1130739545269752537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1130739545269752537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-when-back-to-former-school-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZaRN2pI5zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/SjNQLSWMM4k/s72-c/Gang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-7710596719852001681</id><published>2009-02-10T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:47:10.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZBsErobcJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/42mNmTlWosc/s1600-h/satan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300855589102645394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZBsErobcJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/42mNmTlWosc/s320/satan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SATAN.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-7710596719852001681?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7710596719852001681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=7710596719852001681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7710596719852001681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7710596719852001681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/satan.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZBsErobcJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/42mNmTlWosc/s72-c/satan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-50777973665271342</id><published>2009-02-09T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:42:56.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARKWAY DRIVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZBSwyMRT3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/fZ2TajL5VtM/s1600-h/Parkway+Drive+tix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300827759475511154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZBSwyMRT3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/fZ2TajL5VtM/s320/Parkway+Drive+tix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th february 2009. Parkway Drive bestow upon us. Me, Barry, Yusof and Harith went for the parkway drive gig on that date. We are the first to arrive and 1 of the earliest to get the 1 of the 300 entrance tickets. And as shown above is my ticket that is with the number 0006. Again the number 6. Part of the number of the beast. Its Barry and Yusof can consider first hardcore metal gig. I went to the gig just to bring Barry to that gig, to atone for all the minutes and hours he spend on maple and being at home doing nothing much than staying in front of the pc. And the rm45 for him is worth it after all. We came and waited for the first band to perform that is Dead Eyes Glow. Then so on and on, after the fourth band that is a death metal/deathcore band Incarnation, we went for our break to rest our ears and legs and to get some fresh air due to the humidity and the stench of sweat in the mini hall. When its Parkway Drive to perform, I felt nauseas due to the thirst, heat, sweat, and lack of oxygen in there as there are more kids coming in and cramming in on us. I went out.. I missed some of it but it doesn matter alot. Barry and Yusof is still inside, and they are enjoying it and surviving it. Proud of those little fellas. After Parkway Drive's encore song. We went home after shaking hands and saying farewell to some people we knew there. Barry enjoyed his day alot, and now..erm..He is turning into a more extreme hardcore metal kid..=,=''.. He told me he will be going for the Misery Signals (another hardcore metal band) gig soon on 29March in MCPA hall even if its without me. Not bad for his first aggressive gig, at least he is changing into a better person. I wont be going as I have National service and not really a fan of that band. I want more pure Thrash/Death/Black!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-50777973665271342?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/50777973665271342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=50777973665271342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/50777973665271342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/50777973665271342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/parkway-drive.html' title='PARKWAY DRIVE!!'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SZBSwyMRT3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/fZ2TajL5VtM/s72-c/Parkway+Drive+tix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-4995765082361954147</id><published>2009-02-08T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T03:16:23.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SY3drgp5JJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WU3Zo2CTTq8/s1600-h/kreator3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300136076054701202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SY3drgp5JJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WU3Zo2CTTq8/s320/kreator3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SY3drT-rxAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1zjqmH8ulnk/s1600-h/kreator4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300136072652243970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SY3drT-rxAI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1zjqmH8ulnk/s320/kreator4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SY3drf-pkUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/yngxDt7Bht4/s1600-h/kreator2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300136075873325378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SY3drf-pkUI/AAAAAAAAAVE/yngxDt7Bht4/s320/kreator2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SY3drdDrwOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zbvvwMpIsi4/s1600-h/kreator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300136075089133794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SY3drdDrwOI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zbvvwMpIsi4/s320/kreator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kreator, one of the top 3 of the best teutonic thrash metal of Germany!! FUCKING HEAVY!! na na na na na na na....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-4995765082361954147?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4995765082361954147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=4995765082361954147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4995765082361954147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4995765082361954147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/kreator-one-of-top-3-of-best-teutonic.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SY3drgp5JJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WU3Zo2CTTq8/s72-c/kreator3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-1973997566822791520</id><published>2009-02-03T03:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:04:30.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself: I guess its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for: Most probably true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship: VERY TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love: True??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education: YES , TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you: TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success: TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of: QUITE TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self: Probably true, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1973997566822791520?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1973997566822791520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1973997566822791520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1973997566822791520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1973997566822791520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-view-on-yourself-i-guess-its-true.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-5943988208033881742</id><published>2009-01-21T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:33:59.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARKWAY DRIVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SXYYzxOjDvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KQAZUOeOnF4/s1600-h/Parkway-drive-flyerstemp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293445689687346930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SXYYzxOjDvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KQAZUOeOnF4/s320/Parkway-drive-flyerstemp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-5943988208033881742?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5943988208033881742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=5943988208033881742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5943988208033881742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5943988208033881742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='PARKWAY DRIVE!!'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SXYYzxOjDvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KQAZUOeOnF4/s72-c/Parkway-drive-flyerstemp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-1867425065944597629</id><published>2009-01-20T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:35:35.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At some random toilet in Pavilion, my co-league from Tangs Phoebe came out of the ladies washroom first and waited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Billy washing his face in men's washroom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: BILLY! *from outside the men's washroom*&lt;br /&gt;Billy: YEA?! *replied from inside the toilet*&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Are you still inside?&lt;br /&gt;Billy: =S *WTF* Yes, Im INSIDE. *of coz Billy is still inside the toilet..big sweat..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks and a few more days to PARKWAY DRIVE live in Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough Im not into hardcore metalcore as crazy as before, still PARKWAY DRIVE is 1 of a fucking kind bitch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mass comm might be the top choice course..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1867425065944597629?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1867425065944597629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1867425065944597629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1867425065944597629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1867425065944597629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-some-random-toilet-in-pavilion-my-co.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-5894788110038958496</id><published>2009-01-20T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:19:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morbidotory</title><content type='html'>Now, its like the 20th day  into the new year of 2009. Things seems to turn out pretty well or should I say just in balance?. I might be starting uni or college by august or september. Even after national service, I might still be free for a couple of months. Parkway Drive is coming to Malaysia to perform on 8th february 2009 at MCPA hall. A metalcore band from Australia. Eventhough I may not be into those genre of music with the CORE behind the genre name, Im still gonna go for it for the joy of it and also my interest in Parkway drive that use to drive me crazy. Their music is fucking influential and have unique guitar works in their metalcore genre. There might be loads of emo fucks going there as well. To cut the story short, I need cash... Ta daa, Thats all..fucking offff. NecroMorbidtory!!! WTF!!! Cool NAME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-5894788110038958496?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5894788110038958496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=5894788110038958496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5894788110038958496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5894788110038958496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/morbidotory.html' title='Morbidotory'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-1323428750001649075</id><published>2009-01-09T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:52:41.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day's just goes on and on like no man's business.. It is no man's business. Just a single sale finally after the drought for like 3 days plus+++.. WTF.. I WANNA JAM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1323428750001649075?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1323428750001649075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1323428750001649075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1323428750001649075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1323428750001649075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/days-just-goes-on-and-on-like-no-mans.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-2792608879533468854</id><published>2009-01-05T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:57:25.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YES! Finally day off. Time to change company while waiting to get another better offer job. Time to steal bones, dig up your bones and shits! Seriously, I don't miss school life. School is starting tomorrow. And WHAT THE FUCK I CARE!. WOOOO!!. I maybe enjoy working more than schooling despite how fucking bored working can be by just standing by and waiting for time to past and whacking butts with Jiun Jin. OH yea, about the Metal vs Plastic. The battle is still on between me and him eventhough he may not be working together with me anymore. HAHAHA..Chinese plastic. CHINESE METAL BARU METAL UP YOUR ASS YOUR CHINESE SUCKY PLASTIC!!. What do i do this holiday? Nothing much. How is your 2008?. FUCK YOU 2008!! I still appreciate the year though. It thought me many things through those fucking shit I'd been through. NOW NO MORE. HOPEFULLY!!!!. FUCK YEA!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-2792608879533468854?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2792608879533468854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=2792608879533468854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2792608879533468854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2792608879533468854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-yes-finally-day-off.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-6959788566643748719</id><published>2009-01-03T05:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T05:05:03.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SV6BDnZof1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/KSPi6N-y7Go/s1600-h/blackmetal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286804911695626066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SV6BDnZof1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/KSPi6N-y7Go/s320/blackmetal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SV6BDewiBjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ButBDHhpY4w/s1600-h/Blackmetal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286804909375751730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SV6BDewiBjI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ButBDHhpY4w/s320/Blackmetal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SV6BDV443EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qaiv9qtpDMw/s1600-h/blackmetal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286804906994883650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SV6BDV443EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/qaiv9qtpDMw/s320/blackmetal3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PURE FUCKING DARKNESS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PURE FUCKING ARMAGEDDON..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PURE FUCKING NORWEGIAN BLACK METAL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PURE FUCKING EXTREME BLACK METAL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PURE BLACK METAL.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-6959788566643748719?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6959788566643748719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=6959788566643748719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6959788566643748719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6959788566643748719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2009/01/pure-fucking-darkness.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SV6BDnZof1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/KSPi6N-y7Go/s72-c/blackmetal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-2890918116841808010</id><published>2008-12-28T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:52:21.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Sahar gig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SVZUg1lV61I/AAAAAAAAAT0/2o8-7ywA4nc/s1600-h/As+sahar+gig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284504135882107730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SVZUg1lV61I/AAAAAAAAAT0/2o8-7ywA4nc/s320/As+sahar+gig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 27th december 2008 and its my offday from work just to catch the AsSahar gig!!. Just came back from AsSahar gig at MCPA hall. Reach there at 2pm but waited till 3.30pm to start of with the first opening band for AsSahar. Met up with a friend of mine who work in Tangs as well whom is Faizul. We watch the gig until the fourth band that is a black metal band. The first 3 bands was good but the black metal one was just so far so ok ok. Before AsSahar, a brutal deathgrind band named Sick Society played. Lastly AsSahar came on stage, in conjunction as well to their 21st anniversary of their band since it was formed. AsSahar came from singapore. Super good black metal band with very melodic guitar work especially the solo. The picture of AsSahar performing is not that clear due to the distant and the darkness and the shakey atmosphere. Have a great time headbanging. Metal forever. Nothing beats the like of heavy metal. RAWRR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-2890918116841808010?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2890918116841808010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=2890918116841808010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2890918116841808010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2890918116841808010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-sahar-gig.html' title='As Sahar gig'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SVZUg1lV61I/AAAAAAAAAT0/2o8-7ywA4nc/s72-c/As+sahar+gig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-4617945990120201447</id><published>2008-12-26T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:49:14.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you bro. We all will miss you. May your soul rest in eternal peace. Jangan nakal-nakal sangat kat syurga. Stay heavy metal bro, I miss you. One day, I will meet you again, One day...&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye bro, RIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-4617945990120201447?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4617945990120201447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=4617945990120201447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4617945990120201447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4617945990120201447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/12/adi-i-will-miss-you-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-9108208590613020826</id><published>2008-12-21T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:08:19.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ROCK THE WORLD 8 is today. I just got back from there. A big disappointment. TOO MUCH Indie fucks band. I missed 2 metal bands. But manage to catch to so called better than the rest since I got there. Koffin Kanser and Revenge. Revenge is fucking awesome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-9108208590613020826?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/9108208590613020826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=9108208590613020826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/9108208590613020826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/9108208590613020826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-world-8-is-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-7583891575656487269</id><published>2008-12-16T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:59:01.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The topic of the debate currently is METAL VS PLASTIC aka CHINESE METAL VS CHINESE PLASTIC. Who will reign above them all. Billy and Jiun Jin debate almost everyday about METAL(HEAVY METAL MUSIC) AND PLASTIC (SOFT MUSIC aka GAY-STYLE) non stop.. all fucking day... METAL FOR ETERNITY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-7583891575656487269?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7583891575656487269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=7583891575656487269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7583891575656487269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7583891575656487269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/12/topic-of-debate-currently-is-metal-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-5246439143087994814</id><published>2008-12-02T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:31:22.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/STTHB8CxdYI/AAAAAAAAATs/oMS_sx8_LTo/s1600-h/bmth1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275059899669247362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/STTHB8CxdYI/AAAAAAAAATs/oMS_sx8_LTo/s320/bmth1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/STTHBpE1bOI/AAAAAAAAATk/Ky9TGD49yBI/s1600-h/bmth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275059894577622242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/STTHBpE1bOI/AAAAAAAAATk/Ky9TGD49yBI/s320/bmth2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Its Bring Me The Horizon mania, lets all go to the horizon and fuck however you want there. One of the best deathcore, but I wonder why they have that emo kid alike appearance. The album Count Your Blessing is the best so far among the three! BMTH BMTH BMTH BMTH BMTH BMTH!!!!! RAWRRRRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-5246439143087994814?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5246439143087994814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=5246439143087994814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5246439143087994814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5246439143087994814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-bring-me-horizon-mania-lets-all-go.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/STTHB8CxdYI/AAAAAAAAATs/oMS_sx8_LTo/s72-c/bmth1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-2855985827131994505</id><published>2008-12-01T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:36:21.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear anti-emo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TELLING THE WHOLE WORLD THAT ME IS AIN'T ANY EMO SHIT!!!.. I may be one sometimes but everyone has emotions do they?. And why must I be the only one singled out as the emo fuck?. Listening to death metal and thrash metal is emo?. FUCK OFF.. anyway, thats not the main thing I was here. In this special dawn, at this very moment. Me who hardly update the blog anymore suddenly comes into blogger and start sitting down and type and type. What is it Im going type?. Ok. Looks like after SPM trouble ain't going off as I was expected, vague feeling of relaxation is what I felt, that fucking little?. I don't have a peace of mind, a proper one I meant. I guess I need isolated from everyone. But how can I?.. I don't want to have any conflict this moment. I already left school. Im suppose to start everything all new. A new beginning to the latest ending. That is the end of high school. Wouldn't even Zeus spare me of this constantly revolving misery? I bet many people who read this wouldn't understand a bit of what Im saying right now. But for those who somehow seen me in shits. I guess you will know it very well. For you who don't understand, understand it if you want to. Not like anyone gonna be so freaking interested in this post anyway. ok, at least IM ALREADY OUT OF SCHOOL. Thats a good thing, those heartaches i got in my last year of school that is also known as fucking as the worst year of my schooling life, for real.. Im so glad to get out of school and avoid seeing and hearing stuff that ordinary human don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;    Humans this days are so fucking selfish and so self conscious. Why? Cause there are alot of humans just don't see the wrong they are doing and whats the worse part of it, they just blast it all on one person to suck it all in. Does it feels so orgasmic to have a certain someone to carry the guilt and burden of it. And are humans so fucking coward these day, where it takes 10 men of most of them are parang wielding ass freak to hit and kill a student who is somehow weapon free? Dude, if want a conflict, do it by your own and face it like a man, and not being pussies and cock heads to  have many human backing you up, fucking sore losers. A parent spend loads of cash, thousand and thousands to send their son or daughters to malaysia just to get killed for the reason of mistaken identity, I feel so fucking sorry them really. They will never be able to get devoid of this despicable act. Before killing someone, do think of their love ones first.&lt;br /&gt;    Im so fucking bored right nowwwww...I feel like eating a buffalo alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-2855985827131994505?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2855985827131994505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=2855985827131994505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2855985827131994505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2855985827131994505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/12/telling-whole-fucking-world-im-no.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-586500305040921268</id><published>2008-11-24T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:15:41.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01] Real name: Billy Boey Chee Hoong&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname : hmm.. Satan, hard gay, billbill, bald, bemo, bilbo, emo (s0 not), etc etc. Called by mostly different friends. Theres still more I guess, I forgot. Dont bother&lt;br /&gt;[03] Married : NO, marrying can be really a huge burden, especially this days girls are so demanding, they just want more and more and more..&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign: Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age: 17 turning 18 in no time..&lt;br /&gt;[07] High school: Just got out of high school. The last one is Sri Garden&lt;br /&gt;[08] College: I dont know, I dont give a fuck about it, I dont think I wanna go on studying like fuck again..&lt;br /&gt;[09] Height: 175+ cm I think, I dont know, never measure for so long. But i feel i didnt grow, I finally stop growing!! THANK YOU GODDESS OF MERCY!!&lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight: 51 to 53kg . Not even sure as well.. something around that amount of MASS&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: errr.. Sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercing: Use to have one. I like piercings. I would like to have it on the lips, then the ears, then the eyebrows..then mayb my nipples?,neh that aint gonna happen, my nipples is too precious to be pierced..&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left : Left.. The left side, the left path, the demon hand, hand of evil...hand with the number of the beast..&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak: Always am...&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: Black, brown, gold, white..&lt;br /&gt;[16] Skin: Fairer than snow white, can even scare a ghost away..&lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic: hmm.. I dont know..&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now : Listening to music and typing this whatever tag u call it.&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later : Studying fucking physics for the last time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later : What I want to do and most likely will do is playing music in my band, practicing and practing. Playing in gigs, working as a hell knows what, at home taking care of my kids.. and you name it..&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents: Parents for sure, Im still 17++ bitch!&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings(included you): 2&lt;br /&gt;[23] Eldest: ME&lt;br /&gt;[24] Youngest: My younger brother, Barry...&lt;br /&gt;[25] Love/hate your family: Love.. fuck you, what kind of question is this!&lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your another half: NO, what u meant of the other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Love.&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: No can tell, its too complicated..&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be: Alisha cuthbert, Jessica Alba, Maggie Q, etc etc etc..berlambak gila babi..Just kidding about it. If no, I guess I rather not live or be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) you in relationship: I lost count.. doesnt mean its alot, I just forgottt&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000): Yea, of cause, but not for now..&lt;br /&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before(0-100000): Yea, some.. some are bitches..&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: Yes, alot of things.. Better keep in the treasure box and sealed it from the ears and eyes of the world&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong you had done: Making her unhappy is like one of the most fucked moment in my life..but still it goes on and on and on and its already a part of my life..sadnesss..but I dont think it will be that way for long..Hopefully not.. Just trying to be fucking optimistic..&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argue with your other half: LOADS OF ZILLION TIMES..&lt;br /&gt;[35] You with your other half since: 29March 2007..But I dont know wether if we are the same as before.. Obviously many things have changed...&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/Lesbo: Im gay, I kissed a guy before.. Im straight u bitch!&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: I love her too much and all I could think is being together with her for the rest of my entire bit of my sick mediocre life..&lt;br /&gt;[38] You and your other half in which stage: ............&lt;br /&gt;[39] You woo he/she or he/she woo you: We woo each other indirectly...&lt;br /&gt;[40] Ever think of marry he/her: Yes, of cause. i tend to think really far apart and even start to plan how many kids we are going to have..&lt;br /&gt;41] Your first best friend: Best friends is not the right term because there are no such thing as best friends in my dictionary, I only agree to close and good friend but not best friends. Thats so biased to categorized friends in BEST and UNBEST you know..&lt;br /&gt;[42] Your first enemy: I forgot... I tend to get alot of enemies. not to say enemies. Doesnt seem the right word. Just that i tend to attract people to hate me and dislike the fuck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;[43] The friend you love the most(1 only): No-one&lt;br /&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most(1 only): Cant recall.&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend: My imaginary girl friend..&lt;br /&gt;[46] Your most handsome boy friend: The friend that I always see when I face the mirror. Just joking about it..&lt;br /&gt;[47] The kind of girl you hate the most: Flirty, act cute in front of guys, think shes hot and cute, think many guys likes her, always want attention from other guys and alot more. I dont mind them being my friend but not my special one..&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy you hate the most: Think they are gangsters, think they are the smartest, think they are the coolest, likes to show off and boast and alot more..fuck off..&lt;br /&gt;[49] You fall in love with your close friend before: Not fall in love, just a fucking tiny crush. Just an old story of mine&lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover: NOOO&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend backstabbing you : Hmmm... Just let it be.. They will get to taste their own medicine someday, u know.. karma..&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betray you: Fuckk off friend..&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend woo your lover: Fuck your nose and hands and smelly disgusting fucking breath of her, stay 1000KM from her or I burn your balls and stuff your ass with rotten tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend fall in love with you: Oh, thats sweet..&lt;br /&gt;[55] If you fall in love with your best friend: I dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Studies&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: Obviously!! NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;[57] You always done your homeworks/assignments: Yea, always does my homework expect the hard ones. I dont do those on my own, just copy and copy&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: Mrs Andrew! The most aggressive, coolest, out going, with every words she can say, funniest teacher ever!&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: Couple of weeks before SPM, yes always late to school. My name is written by the prefects uncountable times.. But im still too good to be punished..&lt;br /&gt;[60] Your class: The last class in high school = 5science2&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: Hmm.. a few of them I guess..&lt;br /&gt;[62] Seniors who you love the most: NO-one..&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: They are all ok. Just some with some sorta attitude prob..&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: YI XIN!! BOOM BOOM BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: hmm..There are plenty to be named..&lt;br /&gt;[66] Smart people: Don't know who..&lt;br /&gt;[67] Stupid people: Maybe me..&lt;br /&gt;[68] Good looking people: hmmm?. NO?&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ugly people: Too many.. Like Im so good looking right now..=,=''&lt;br /&gt;[70] Funny people: SEAN NG!!&lt;br /&gt;[71] Cute people: ehem.. kittens and puppies..&lt;br /&gt;[72] Bad people: LOADS..&lt;br /&gt;[73] Honest people: No, even the most honest humans are dishonest too..&lt;br /&gt;[74] Acting people: WAT D FUCK IS THAT!!??&lt;br /&gt;[75] You are what kind of people: Mediocre heavy metal, guitars lover?..&lt;br /&gt;[76] Lip or eyes: BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses: BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;[78] Shorter or taller: I want to be shorter. I dislike being so called real tall..&lt;br /&gt;[79] Hesitant or spontaneous: Depends on the situation..&lt;br /&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms: BOTH! WHAT ELSE...&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or Talker: Both again...&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich: Romantic is way cooler..&lt;br /&gt;[83] Good wife or good mother: BOTH ONCE AGAIN..=,=''&lt;br /&gt;[84] Age to get marry: 27 to 30&lt;br /&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s): I want to have 3, 2 boy and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;[86] Career: I want to be a successful guitarist in a band or my band. Sound like a teenage immature dream rite? But Im FUCKING SERIOUS!! I already made up my mind..&lt;br /&gt;[87] Salary: I dont know. As much as possible..&lt;br /&gt;[88] Retirement age: Billy will never retire...&lt;br /&gt;[89] Properties value: hmm.. traditional old school 1cent?&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wishes: I want everything that I wish for and I WANT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-586500305040921268?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/586500305040921268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=586500305040921268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/586500305040921268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/586500305040921268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/self-01-real-name-billy-boey-chee-hoong.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-7873460872700616097</id><published>2008-11-21T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:25:33.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aih..</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr Grim Reaper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from above or below, that I am going to sit for my 2 final major papers on the following monday and tuesday. Look, the problem is as time flies by without me noticing, I starting to feel very very very not in the mood to study anymore. Distraction? Not much though, Im just thinkin much of what I am for sure going to do after the examination. But I don't think thats a big problem to think about it. Anyhow, back to where Im suppose to stay and continue the main topic, I CAN'T FUCKIN STUDY!! In the progress of studying, I will just have a peep on my pc and there I was sitting on the chair in front of my pc, movements faster than any humans with teleportation powers. The first thing to do is on my favourite metal music (YEAAA!!) and there my feelings is devoid of studying. Then I will just fucking browse around as if my exams are all over. While doing this I enjoy it and at the same time, grimace takes shape on my face. I was like WTF AM I DOING HERE!! GET BACK TO THE BOOKS!! then another part of me will be like NEH, ITS JUST PHYSIC AND BIOLOGY, WHAT COULD GET WORSE, I WILL BE HERE FOR LITTLE TINY BIT WHILE MORE. After I am satisfied over what Im doing, I will go back to the books but thats not the end of it. I will caressed my phone and my hair. And then will think of me having long hairs and headbanging with the guitar and all my melody will just come into my mind and I will be like LETS GET SOME METAL FIRST. first!! what the fuck am I thinkin, its already the second time. then I will like JUST AWHILE MORE DOESN HARM. dam, I followed that words of mine.. And it just keeeps going on and on and on and on. Mr Grim, I wish the SPM will be over as quick as possible. Wish me luck and after that I will join you in reaping human's life off their FUCKIN GUTS!!.. Damn.. wat the fuck am i doing here, I ain't suppose to blog shit! IM SUPPOSE TO STUDY!!!!!! URGHH!! NO MOOD....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-7873460872700616097?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7873460872700616097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=7873460872700616097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7873460872700616097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7873460872700616097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/aih.html' title='Aih..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-4979206088024262502</id><published>2008-11-18T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:03:02.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hee Hee Hee Hee sent 11/18/2008 11:02 PM:&lt;br /&gt;those who r... frenly but scared of me.. don't really talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee sent 11/18/2008 11:03 PM:&lt;br /&gt;there r 2 other gangs in my class&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;1 more... he kena ejek that he likes me but luckily he's not brave enough to tell me that himself&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;1 more guy... scared to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee sent 11/18/2008 11:03 PM:&lt;br /&gt;1 is... 4 guys.. 1 tries to talk to me sometimes.. so not so bad&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;1 more... can speak better eng but don't talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;another gang...&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;3 guys.... 1 really can't speak eng so can only wave... 1 makes me feel ignored all the time.. he's the type who likes to joke &amp;amp; talk a lot of crap but he'll call the names of the others &amp;amp; joke bout them but he won't do that to me.. he's the 1 that makes me feel left out...1 more guy... he used to kacau me &amp;amp; talk last time but now nvr at all... not even hi &amp;amp; bye&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;2 girls... 1 girl frenly 1 &amp;amp; out of all of them i like her the most... another girl... used to be frenly in 1st year 1st sem but now not edi.. dunno what happened to her&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;ur college seem to hav a sum kind of&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;like a clan instituion&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;institution*&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee sent 11/18/2008 11:10 PM:&lt;br /&gt;1 last guy... the whole course (except me.. for me it's neutral) hates him&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee sent 11/18/2008 11:10 PM:&lt;br /&gt;he's actually ok.. for me&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;but they say he's perverted.. always using his elbow to touch other ppl's boobs&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; etc&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;but i nvr kena any of the things they say&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee sent 11/18/2008 11:09 PM:&lt;br /&gt;1 more guy... also talks to me sometimes &amp;amp; his eng is quite ok.. but still.. not close w him&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;so whenever they kutuk bout him i can't join in&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee sent 11/18/2008 11:10 PM:&lt;br /&gt;but dunno why&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;2nd class... all of them stick together all the time, so impossible to join them&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. the only way u can be close w them is to be a guy &amp;amp; like to play dota&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;3rd class.. for those jump to 2nd year from stpm.. actually only 1 girl&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;wow..&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;so specific u mention out bout them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:&lt;br /&gt;wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following message could not be delivered to all recipients:&lt;br /&gt;so specific u mention out bout them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee sent 11/18/2008 11:14 PM:&lt;br /&gt;so only if the other 1 talks a lot then only i can talk&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee sent 11/18/2008 11:14 PM:&lt;br /&gt;but she's also shy&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee sent 11/18/2008 11:14 PM:&lt;br /&gt;so it's a lil hard&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;the girl w me... just call her ms perasan or bdk perasan&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;that's what i call her when i complain to 1 girl who used to be in the same course&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;the 1 used to be in the same course also doesn't like her&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; according to her.. the whole course only has 2 feelings towards bdk perasan&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;dislike &amp;amp; neutral&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;no1 likes her&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;coz.. 1 thing bout her is...&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;she talks to new ppl easily&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;99% of the time.. what she says will be insulting/offending&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;umm.. i can't remember what she said&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;usually she'll say something &amp;amp; laugh like she's joking&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;but what she says is either insulting/offending&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; coz not many will show a pissed off look to her&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;most will t'rasa but laugh politely to layan her&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;she thinks every1 enjoys her company&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;but those that do the pissed off look... she don't like them&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;like... the indian girl from the other course... premma&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;actually kenal since last year but nvr talk&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;only talk since a few months ago&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;now... when got class together she &amp;amp; her fren (also kenal &amp;amp; talk to her.. but not close) will sit next to us&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;usually its..&lt;br /&gt;her fren premma me bdk perasan empty space projector&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;so... when premma &amp;amp; kar ming (her fren) comes in for class&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll say hi&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then bdk perasan will try to do her usual 'socialising'&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT... premma always gives her a pissed off look&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then bdk perasan will stop&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then.. a few times... premma &amp;amp; i will be talking.. then bdk perasan will suddenly say in canton 'eh.. why r u talking bout me'&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;actually we r not talking bout her at all...&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then i'll tell premma that bdk perasan asked why r we talking bout her&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then premma will be like 'don't be so perasan la.. no1's talking to u'&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; do a type of face&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; bdk perasan .. either she try to do lawak bodoh that doesn't work or she keeps quiet&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes... after this happens... when we continue talking &amp;amp; then laughing... bdk perasan will glare at me&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;i asked her before 'why r u looking at me' but she didn't say anything&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then keep glaring ltr&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;umm.. waht else ah&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. she treats the girl gaduh edi like dirt last time&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;always ask her to carry her folder (really really heavy..) &amp;amp; then the girl will need to carry her own heavy folder PLUS bdk perasan punya&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes her bottle also&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then... during break time... always sit down in an empty class&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; rest her head on the table&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ask the girl to massage her&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;til it's time to go for the next class&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then the girl has to stand &amp;amp; keep massaging&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then.. once... during eng class&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;she lie down on a few chairs &amp;amp; ask the girl to cut her toe nails&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden... i can't think of everything&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;coz everytime i call sho then i'll tell what happened during the time that nvr call her&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;every mon.. she'll ask me 'so where r we going this wed'&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then i'll say dunno.. most probably not going out coz malas la&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;wow..can i post all of tis in my blog??&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;the 1st few weeks.. purposely go out &amp;amp; come back late so she'll spend less time in my house&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;but now.. malas&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;d whole convo!.&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;ALL??... ur post will be damn long&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;ur story best, nvr ending&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;but go ahead la&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. really nvr ending&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;that's why i kesian those that i complain to&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Huey Yin, an old friend of mine, the worlds top complainer. And that explains why from the msg she send. Feels like deja vu. Same old her who tells story of her life. I was somehow blogging and listening to music and browsing the site and she kept on sending and sending. And later WWE Raw starts and I left the computer to catch this weeks Raw. While I was sitting down and lying down in my living room, activities is still continously moving on in my room. She is still typing and typing and sending in complains and complains and never ending complains. She can go on and on and on and on and on. Last few years when we are in the same school, she complains about some people in her class(form5) and I was form 3 that time. I had never met such a great complaining story. I can actually collet back all those and placed it into a book called HUEY YINS BOOK OF COMPLAINS and moreover into like a few volumes it could fit. Its been very long since we kept in touch and each time we kept in touch there she goes with her super massive complains..hahahaha..some it quite interesting to read. some of it I will be like URGGHHHH +.+ WHEN ISIT GONNA END(feeling drowsy)?. Ok. An update now. heres another complain while Im typing all above out.. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;another thing really annoys me&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;like.. when walking in a complex or what&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;suddenly she'll molest my butt&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;not just like touch then enough&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;like.. hers is like... she must put her hand there then move around&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll say 'oi'&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;last time.. nanthini used to whack ppl's butts&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;but this 1... lagi teruk&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then.. this 1..&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;belakang, depan pun kena&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;+.+..urghhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;..I, Lucifer is STARTIN A NEW BEGINNING..:..u call this love? says:&lt;br /&gt;gila pintaiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;she always says... 'molest u'&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;she knows the meaning of molest&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;but... other simple eng words.. x tau&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;like that day..&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;she asked whether wanna share a donut&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then i'm like ok la.. but don't choose those too sweet 1&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then she bought 1 (i purposely nvr offer to pay coz she owes me alot edi.. every wed... makan banyak giler for dinner.. then lunch my mom pays sometimes)&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then.. split into half&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then.. i was saying.. another flavour is very sweet&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;til wanna vomit&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then she said 'no la.. muntah la'&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then i'm like,, 'muntah &amp;amp; vomit is the same la'&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then she.. 'aiyah.. next time u must tell the meaning mah'&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then i'm... =.='&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;coz i edi said 'vomit' many many times to her&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;then everytime she's like faham what i say&lt;br /&gt; Hee Hee Hee Hee says:&lt;br /&gt;mana i tau she doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how much my words compare to hers. Shes super goddess like in complaining. AHAH..overall her complains always turn out into a nice story to read. As if its a scandal article or something..hahahaha..she still can go on and on and on and on and on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-4979206088024262502?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4979206088024262502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=4979206088024262502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4979206088024262502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4979206088024262502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/hee-hee-hee-hee-sent-11182008-1102-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-1596156929436733196</id><published>2008-11-18T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:54:49.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SSLKZJhOVyI/AAAAAAAAATc/hNjUgF5JRxc/s1600-h/Danang+wit+armeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269997047377712930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SSLKZJhOVyI/AAAAAAAAATc/hNjUgF5JRxc/s320/Danang+wit+armeen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our study group last monday, the day before add maths and moral. HAHAH. Studying add maths was really fun that day. Gosh, how sarcastic I can be. And today add maths was fun as well, fuckin easy!.HAHAHA..That would be in my dreams I took add maths as my subject in SPM also known as Sijil Pembawa Maut. It was just the five of us, Billy the emo guardian, Saiful the emo pedang, Sean the emo gay princess, Irfan the emo king, Danang the HAPPIEST of them all. HAHA. we weren't emo that day, all of us was happily having fun studying shits. They claimed I brought the emo sickness once I entered the school. HAHA. Irfan so called the new victim of it. Actually until now, I really got no freaking idea how come Im considered the emo kid ever since I got into the school. I feel abit eccentric about it. HAHAHAHA. Please do look at the closely at the picture, and look at the paper Irfan is showing off. HE'S WITH ARMEEN with the arrow pointed to danang! theres a drawing of cock and balls there as well. BREAKING NEWS!!AAAAAAH!! haha. Well. Sorry all if I did anything wrong before and any wrong that may come in the future. Good luck in the future and wish more laughters to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SSLKZKXb6uI/AAAAAAAAATU/XFrZN785iP8/s1600-h/PrincessSean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269997047605095138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SSLKZKXb6uI/AAAAAAAAATU/XFrZN785iP8/s320/PrincessSean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHAH.. The boy in the picture is called Sean Ng aka Princess aka Puteri Gunung Sean aka Puteri Sean Li Po aka Duhai Pentaf-Sean aka Pantun Sean Kerat aka etc etc etc etc etc..too MUCH cool names for based on the bahasa Melayu and English literature components. He is devoid of many unpleasant feelings and temper after he got used to the names we called him. Seriously, Sean is like one of the most famous guy in my class right now. He makes all of us laugh. Sean, if you are reading this, you should be proud of manage to make your friends laugh like crazy. So its like one of the study group session held last monday, and wherever Sean goes, theres laughter blasting itself into mid-air. We were said to have laugh until it is heard at the 1st level of the library. While studying, we reminisce on some funny happenings and serious ones that turn into laughter in the present day. Sean was once thought as a gay because we misunderstood him for liking Saiful. The infamous BIO lab incident where he came and ehem Saiful suddenly from behind. It traumatized Saiful and he felt really harrassed. HAHAHAHA.. and Saiful start to replay back the incident. It was fucking funny. We soon found out he aint gay, he started to have choices between a cock and a pussy after we found who he likes.hahahaha..HE IS TOTALLY STRAIGHT. we called him gay now just for fun. No hard feelings. We stopped and its we take turns on each other to tease about. Next was me after Sean, its just about me expressing great lament after getting dump this year. Nothing much about it then we just got back to Sean again.HAHAHA.. This time every word he speaks made us laugh, his signature "ENOUGH LA" and his demeanour that resembles a ninja when he is walking and running as if on a mission on assassinating some bitch..HAHAHAHA.. HAHA, Sean is a nice friend, and a good one indeed though. We wont be talking like that if we don't treat you like a really close one of us. We love you Sean.HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1596156929436733196?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1596156929436733196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1596156929436733196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1596156929436733196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1596156929436733196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha.html' title='HAHA!'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SSLKZJhOVyI/AAAAAAAAATc/hNjUgF5JRxc/s72-c/Danang+wit+armeen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-1596301432253401281</id><published>2008-11-17T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:02:13.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spm</title><content type='html'>5 MORE FUCK-ER-DEE FUCK-EE-DEE SUBJECT TO GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! WHY DO THE TIME SEEM TO PAST SO UNBELIEVABLY SLOW COMPARE TO THE TIME WHEN IM HOPING FOR SPM NOT TO COME.....QUICKKKKKKKK BITCHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1596301432253401281?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1596301432253401281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1596301432253401281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1596301432253401281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1596301432253401281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm.html' title='spm'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-7004182267128244077</id><published>2008-11-15T03:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:09:08.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SR3LwlXRnEI/AAAAAAAAATM/7n539IGCUPM/s1600-h/Finalday3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268591174617242690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SR3LwlXRnEI/AAAAAAAAATM/7n539IGCUPM/s320/Finalday3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A group picture after school in BAM. Sureen (is that how its spelled) looks funnnnny.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SR3LwX1LSkI/AAAAAAAAATE/49nUwa0MNUg/s1600-h/Finalday9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268591170984561218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SR3LwX1LSkI/AAAAAAAAATE/49nUwa0MNUg/s320/Finalday9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The eminence statues of BAM??.. 2 crazy lil ones, RACHEL, ANGELA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SR3LwJTA3zI/AAAAAAAAAS8/RfyPbnCVxlQ/s1600-h/Me+lil+gals(2008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268591167083175730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SR3LwJTA3zI/AAAAAAAAAS8/RfyPbnCVxlQ/s320/Me+lil+gals(2008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA..try looking in Rachael eyes, the girl on the left beside Rachel that has her hand on the devil's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SR3Lvxj3UnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YPyRdGjIxns/s1600-h/balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268591160711402098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SR3Lvxj3UnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YPyRdGjIxns/s320/balcony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place where we once sat there, gazing out into nowhere, where we tell each other the loveliest stuff. Holding on to each other. This place always makes me reminisce about the TIMES. When everything was just totally sweet without a word of bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SR3Lv7gxhbI/AAAAAAAAASs/bEjsTsFOo24/s1600-h/5sc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268591163382793650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SR3Lv7gxhbI/AAAAAAAAASs/bEjsTsFOo24/s320/5sc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5sc2...... the last class of high school I will ever be in.. So long mr.classroom..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time past so fast, Cant believe my soul that Im already leaving all of them. Thats awesomely sadddd.. Based on the pic on the top, they are like one of the best juniors to be with personally. I can kind off tell who are the earliest I met in there. Well. Let me start of with the girl in yellow in the 1st picture. Yes, thats Brenda. Everyone knows shes cute, so I don't have to describe her specifically. I seen her as a really really lil girl, as in a very lil girl like in early primary when shes standard 6, and now she still looks almost the same to me but her mind is really surprisingly matured for her age to me. I knew her when shes standard 6 and Im only form 3, we tried recalling the times before on how we knew each other. And non of us figure out how we actually knew each other and started talking. But we all just think it's through Barry, but i feel there is some other way more specific than that. haha. I just remember seeing her when I came into the school last year and I recognise her, then we talk bla bla bla till now. Austin is another 1 that I knew quite early when I was form 3 but we hadnt really talk though. I just know him and his name. A nice guy he is for sure. Angela I remember seeing her when shes standard 6 as well. I use to think she was a really super hyper barbie doll girl. Why barbie doll?..I dont even get it why Im sayin that myself. But thanks to that I guess, she became really sporting and really really good in teasing me (I guess since she seen my terrible chemistry marks..LOL)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest I knew them when I just got into the school. Just 2 years only, whats the big deal people can say. But not to me. Its freaking big!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew Rachel last year cause Barry was in the same class with her?..Dam I cant really remember, or isit cause I always stayback and so happen she and her friends too??.The clearest thing I remembered is me helping her completing her sejarah project when I was staying back. isit sejarah??. Guess so.. hahaha.. Then we started talking, and talking and stuff and stuff..Theres a time where she told me by mistake that she wans to be my sister in law and I was like WAT DA!!!!..haha.not bad also sister in law like her.. Inspite her sometimes insane personality, she can give really good advice, and I will be like WOW Y DIDNT I THOUGHT OF THAT. Thanks alot.. Shes a really nice girl. But too bad our age distant is kinda far for us to stay in the same school longer. And I guess she likes me jokes.HAHA. Yeap, I am leaving, promise ya I will be back. Still owe you a drink. Another rachel i knew, this time with a slight changes in her name its RACHAEL. With an A in the middle. I knew her and her sister toooooo. HAHA. Shes a funny one, and also a NICE one..also I knew through Barry, haha..always see her staying back long like me on fridays last year and some this year. Shes really sweet though especially on last thursday and her eyes go red, thats really sweet, you love your friends alot. Thk u for donating the big amount choco and sweets btw.=)). Gene..hahaha..I don't really know you that well but still I work out really well though. Good things always happens near the end eh. haha..I will always remember the mandarin sentence you thought me WO PU HUI TING.. cause of that, I kept using it around when my friends are speaking mandarin. WO PU HUI TING AH!!..HAHa..thk u teacher Gene for teaching me such wonderful essential sentence!. Shes really nice as well!! Living the nearest to me, in AMPANG..ampang rulzzzzz..LOL.. Sureen and Fatimah. So sorry didn't knew them that well. Eventhough I may be saying each and everyone is nice. well I mean you know. Both of you are nice!!..haha..wait, sureeen, is a great porn king, we two can really make a good team. keep it up bro, its your turn to take over my legacy!HOHO..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the last day of school yesterday, was a nice day full of bliss and joy yet emotional. Im gonna stop her for now before I wet the whole keypads..Think Im jokin? mayb I am..LOL!!.. Im gonna miss everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT MAKES ME SMILE WIDE AFTER SEEING THOSE PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-7004182267128244077?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7004182267128244077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=7004182267128244077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7004182267128244077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7004182267128244077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of school..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SR3LwlXRnEI/AAAAAAAAATM/7n539IGCUPM/s72-c/Finalday3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-4279044856937426950</id><published>2008-11-06T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:03:10.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SRMTRn3pJlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PjI5-0-6F7w/s1600-h/Balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265573582807311954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SRMTRn3pJlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PjI5-0-6F7w/s320/Balls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a japanese restaurant in great eastern mall by the name of DAIDOMON. Japanese people are said to be very highly perverted populated and stuff but no offence, Im just saying out of what I heard and realise myself. Still cant judge too much about it though. The logo of the restaurant resembles the a penis with two little testicles (eventhough it may meant other more slightly decent meaning behind it but still I dont get it why is the logo like that especially in this countries where humans tend to think more to the dirtier side). Imagine going into the restaurant and the main course specialty is the penis and the testicles of all living things.. that is soooo metal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-4279044856937426950?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4279044856937426950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=4279044856937426950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4279044856937426950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4279044856937426950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-japanese-restaurant-in-great.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SRMTRn3pJlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PjI5-0-6F7w/s72-c/Balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-3542492207385416269</id><published>2008-10-25T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:33:22.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives you. (Original answers in brackets!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Your name?&lt;br /&gt;   (Billy)&lt;br /&gt;  - a person who is "practically perfect in everyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nyahaha, I like the sound of that. Thank You urban dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your age?&lt;br /&gt;   (17)&lt;br /&gt; - The right age to start having sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    YEAHH!!  HAHA. I dint say that allright if anyone think the other way, it is written in that urban dick thing..HAHAH..yea, u metal hard up ur ass urban dick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) One of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;  (edmund)&lt;br /&gt; - An excessively &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=horny"&gt;horny&lt;/a&gt; man with a particular liking for overweight women or "fat chicks". Usually has a dislike for personal hygiene so id quite smelly and has a relatively low I.Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  HAHAHA..Edmund if ur reading this, fuck the urban dick alright?..dun fuck me..hahahahahahaha...dam funny gila babi. This dick is SETAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;  (studying)&lt;br /&gt; - An excuse you give your friends when you want to stay home alone and masturbate. Also known as 'reading' 'cleaning your room' or writing a term paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHA..VALOR VALOR to the almighty Urban DICK!!!..HAHAHAH.. I Dont stay home alone to masturbate in fact I dont really masturbate!. btw, I seriously do study when I tell my friends that Im studying..if not Im doing this thing..hahahaha..its alot more fun than studying, Why cant SPM just be like this and score the best grades for those with the most FUCKED UP definition! A1 straight for sure!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;   (Black)&lt;br /&gt; - Darkness, a dark colour, the colour of this text is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cibai muthafucka you, potong steam punya urban DICK..so boring definition..not fucked up a single bit.. nerddd, geeeek...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Hometown?&lt;br /&gt;  (Hell)&lt;br /&gt; - A place where you get poked with pitchforks by red men with horns and goatlegs and listen to the Village People sing for the rest of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  HAHAHA..not hear the village ppl sing for eternity, thats so fucking old school. Its hearing my super hellish flammable death metal band play and growl for the rest of eternity! The souls of hell will finally rest in peace in hell due to the eternal entertainment damnation and if ur unlucky you get to rest in pieces cause you must be a shit in a mosh pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Month of your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;  (February)&lt;br /&gt;- Love Sucks Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not really baby, I got a great valentine this year (2008), FUCK YOU urban DICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;  (Barry)&lt;br /&gt;  - To empty the contents of your stomach/ rainbow burp, speak to god on the great white telephone/ Make friends with the toilet seat, due to alcahol consumption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  HAHAAHHA.he always have beeen burping like fuck, it couldnt be rainbow though, its more brutal than gayish retarded shit..HAHA..he always had many phone calls, and I wonder would that be god, nope, its his holy comrades (of maple)..+,=, coz he is 1 the fucking god (of maple) for now I think. He make friends with his pee on the toilet seat, he speaks to the tiny winy little nucleus in that yellow pee of his when he is inaccurate..HOHO..sometimes tiny winy little pieces of shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What did you last eat?&lt;br /&gt;  (Fried rice)&lt;br /&gt; - the act of two brown men eiffel towering (see eiffel tower) a small asian girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA..sounds dam erotic this one..hahaha.. I like it.. threesome!! 2 huge massive cock ram into 1 tiny little puss, rip rip n RIP!!!!!!!GRRRRRRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Your nickname?&lt;br /&gt;   a) Rempit  b) Satan  c) Hard Gay&lt;br /&gt;- a) Rempit isnt defined yet. (HAHAHAAH too fucked up to b defined)&lt;br /&gt;- b)The best friend the Christian religion has ever had, and who has kept them in business for two thousand years.  ( HAHA TRUE TRUE, ALOT OF CHRISTIANS HAVE BEEN MY CLOSE FRIENDS DESPITE THE FACT THAT IM EHEM EHEM, HAHAHA..FOR EXAMPLE SEAN, STEPHXXX, ETC ETC..HAHAHAHAH.)&lt;br /&gt;- c) Japanese comedian Masaki Sumitani going by the name of Razor Ramon HG (a.k.a Hard Gay). He dresses in lycra, reminiscent of the stylings of The &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Village%20People"&gt;Village People&lt;/a&gt;. (NYAHHAHAHA, MY MASTER, MY INSPIRATION OF TRANSFORMING INTO HARD GAY!!!! TELL YOU A SECRET, I HAD ACTUALLY ACHIEVED SUPER HARD GAY LEVEL, MORE BIGGER COCK AND BALLS AND SHAKE HARDER THAN EVER, STAY TUNED FOR MORE LIVE ACTION OF HARD GAY IN SRI GARDEN, AMPANG, MALAYSIA, THE WORLD!!!!!! YIPPIE KAI YAY MUTHAFUCKA WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahahah....the urban dick is really fucked up coooooooollllllll..........HAHAHAHAHAHH...anyone visit this blog, and saw this post, please try this..goood for the laughter and your barang. Especially releasing the examination stressssssss!!! FUCK YOU SPM!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! nYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! WOOOOOOOOOH HARD GAY-DO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-3542492207385416269?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3542492207385416269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=3542492207385416269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3542492207385416269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3542492207385416269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-to-urbandictionary.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-7139826735147260806</id><published>2008-10-22T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:46:26.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"..And also very lonely.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Im lonely or not I think of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Im lonely I think more of you and I wonder why aren't you here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Wont you come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest memories scattering everywhere in my mind suddenly comes into a huge piece due to some power up Vaan Der Wals sorta attraction, and there I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, shes not coming home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tragedy I walk on the empty streets that aint empty, fill with droplets of eternal tears of sorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I AINT A FUCKIN EMO!!  +D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-7139826735147260806?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7139826735147260806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=7139826735147260806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7139826735147260806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7139826735147260806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-6548485228480368974</id><published>2008-10-12T03:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:53:22.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>Just got over with my trials and I did maybe slightly better cause I passed my fucking biology!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressure and pressure and more pressure is gonna be mounted above me till the day the real exam is up, then I shall be out to fuck the streets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am I gonna do after the exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lepak out till the next morning, dun wanna come back home for a few days&lt;br /&gt;2. Scourge time!&lt;br /&gt;3. Dunboro project!&lt;br /&gt;4. sisha sisha sisha..&lt;br /&gt;5. Fantasy novels&lt;br /&gt;6. Work&lt;br /&gt;7. Anime/tvb&lt;br /&gt;8. New guitars and guitars..&lt;br /&gt;9. Metal music all the way...&lt;br /&gt;10. GIGs!&lt;br /&gt;11. On a holiday trips with buddies (maybe)..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;12. Hibernation&lt;br /&gt;13. Lepak again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many many many more to come. Plan plan plan for the activities after SPM! Yippie kai yay muthafucka, time to be delinquent once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-6548485228480368974?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6548485228480368974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=6548485228480368974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6548485228480368974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6548485228480368974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-1281590205312223218</id><published>2008-10-03T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:15:38.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOV9HcfNu7I/AAAAAAAAARE/gyl8JkNdMK0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252742107257224114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOV9HcfNu7I/AAAAAAAAARE/gyl8JkNdMK0/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dragon Ball GT series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOV9HrVi1kI/AAAAAAAAARM/UXW_lvTQClM/s1600-h/dragonballgt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252742111243195970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOV9HrVi1kI/AAAAAAAAARM/UXW_lvTQClM/s320/dragonballgt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; +)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOV9Hv-I4fI/AAAAAAAAARU/ArD1qTJO8HY/s1600-h/dragonballgt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252742112487203314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOV9Hv-I4fI/AAAAAAAAARU/ArD1qTJO8HY/s320/dragonballgt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The CAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOV9HjxnygI/AAAAAAAAARc/1lBB7aNVstg/s1600-h/dragonballgt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252742109213477378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOV9HjxnygI/AAAAAAAAARc/1lBB7aNVstg/s320/dragonballgt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Son Goku, aint he jus so adorable and cute and everything kiddy kiddy!! +)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOV9H9bA58I/AAAAAAAAARk/cdvB_SvBSgI/s1600-h/dragonball-gt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252742116097976258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOV9H9bA58I/AAAAAAAAARk/cdvB_SvBSgI/s320/dragonball-gt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goku's form from normal to super saiya 4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the complete series of dragon ball gt that I have been hunting for aeons. I read the complete saga from dragon ball to dragon ball Z and now is GT time..YES! goku turned small again by the villain Pilaf by using the black stars dragon ball. Inspite that he is a grandfather, he is so much more immature than his own granddaughter Pan. Yet, he is so CUTE as lil kid, reminds me of the earliest saga of dragon ball. He always seem so blur and curious about everything and had no sense of anxiety even at critical moments and he is always HUNGRY! In the series, the trio Goku, Pan and Trunk's travelled around the universe searching for the black star dragon balls to get him back into his adult form and prevent the earth from being destroyed due the fact that once the black star dragon balls are use on earth the earth will be destroyed in one year time. Furthermore, theres SUPER SAIYA 4!!..haha..I LOVE DRAGON BALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1281590205312223218?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1281590205312223218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1281590205312223218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1281590205312223218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1281590205312223218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/10/dragon-ball-gt-series-cast-little-son.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOV9HcfNu7I/AAAAAAAAARE/gyl8JkNdMK0/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-2665253891971579524</id><published>2008-09-28T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:16:44.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SN8Q8D_eVZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jxdq5TWDUgo/s1600-h/post14fq1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250934314587018642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SN8Q8D_eVZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jxdq5TWDUgo/s320/post14fq1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SN8Q8By1XWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vNog57pYlpQ/s1600-h/crossing_the_rubicon281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250934313997131106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SN8Q8By1XWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vNog57pYlpQ/s320/crossing_the_rubicon281x211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SN8Q8EkxujI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/x9NnU3X--so/s1600-h/midheaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250934314743478834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SN8Q8EkxujI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/x9NnU3X--so/s320/midheaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Human Abstract. One of my personal favourite neo-classical metal band with some mixture of metalcore and stuff. I personally prefer their previous album called Nocturne than the Midheavens. Nocturne give out more energy and have impressive guitar solos in it. And most of the vocals are distorted. In their latest recently released Midheaven, its an epic album with a story of a journey of man. It is softer and had more melancholic feel to it with songs that contain elements of desolation and despair.. But the guitar works still never fail to impressed any human beings out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-2665253891971579524?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2665253891971579524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=2665253891971579524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2665253891971579524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2665253891971579524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/human-abstract.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SN8Q8D_eVZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jxdq5TWDUgo/s72-c/post14fq1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-2822260145640578308</id><published>2008-09-25T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:08:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOiuQ_HmyKI/AAAAAAAAARs/eSJ-DsPJ9lA/s1600-h/Bleeding+through.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253640572172159138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOiuQ_HmyKI/AAAAAAAAARs/eSJ-DsPJ9lA/s320/Bleeding+through.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOiuQyXoC4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/CVdC_tllgH0/s1600-h/BleedingThrough02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253640568749689730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOiuQyXoC4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/CVdC_tllgH0/s320/BleedingThrough02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleeding through is a deathcore band, a kinda aggressive deathcore band that plays brutally and plus their songs are mostly about love in their The Truth album and This is love, This is Murderous album. Honestly, their lyrics do tell a lot similraties in what Im going through before or maybe now somehow.. here are some part of it..how much fucking love can they tell about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Confession&lt;br /&gt;.....Today I hate myself. Look what I've done to you.See what you've done to me. You sent me straight to hell.Now is this confession pointless. Was my love entirely useless?She'll never know because I'm face down in the ground.Underground. Face down underground. Tonight I killed myself... Was her love completely truth-less?She dosn't care even now that I'm gone.That night you left. The night I died.The air was cold set for a brilliant suicide.That night was still. The night you left wasThe Night I Died..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: To me is THE DAY YOU LEFT, IS THE DAY I DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Love in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;......I will always feel. And I will always care. I wish she was my enemy. But I'm still waiting here for her to hold my hand .For her to steal my breath. For her to pick up the pieces of promises never kept. She moves in slow motion.Sonically as the rain.... And her love moves slowly. This time now I'm dying for you to call my name .I'm waiting. Still Fading. So tell me I'm not alone. I'm still waiting. I'm still fighting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Yes, Im still waiting but how long more can I wait, can it possible be forever? Im alone but do tel me Im not alone. Im always fading yet Im still fighting my tormentor of this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Line in the sand&lt;br /&gt;.......This is everything I wanted to tell you,That I'm still in love with everything about you. And I feel the wreckage from everything you do,And I'm tired of still waiting... If I told you the truth now would you still leave and take my heart?And I still feel ugly but you're ugly just like me. If I showed you the truth now would you still leave?Will you ever change?But I still feel empty.Will I always lose this game?........This is everything I wanted to show you,I'm no longer scared of anything about you. I live through the damage of the heart you took from me. And I'm tired of still wanting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I wanted to tell you that Im still in love with everything about you. I felt the huge wreckage you gave me. I told you everything but you would still leave with my heart scarred, i feel like crap. Will you ever change your thoughts on me?.. I had lived through the damage so far from the day you left me. But Im still waiting, not tired for now.. Still waiting always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tragedy of empty streets&lt;br /&gt;..........I tried to be what you wanted me to be, and I'm sorry that I can never be perfect for you, but every time I look in the mirror I see your eyes starring back at me and I don't want it anymore.Now buildings are starting to fall, bricks beginning to break.Your steps are leaving cracks in the sidewalks leaving trials of empty streets.You're pulling teeth, ripping flesh so you can lick the blood from your fingers, so brake these bones; taste my skin, let my death sing the end of it.So you can do no more damage, so you collect no more trophies.I hope your fucking happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I had tried to be what you wanted me to be, but Im never perfect in your eyes cause it doesnt reach the perfection you ever wanted. I am too a human being with my own goals but yet with that goals I will never neglect you, you should have known. My apology alot to you that I can never be perfect in your eyes, for you. I always see your eyes staring back at me, leaving cracks in my heart from the time I had the best with you till the end of it, but I never wanted it to end. Take my heart away, battered it to pieces, the hurt that I felt is so much unbearable than anyone thought. Anyway, I hope your happy..always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding through do have sweet love lyrics. Aren't they just so touching and sweet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-2822260145640578308?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2822260145640578308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=2822260145640578308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2822260145640578308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2822260145640578308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/bleeding-through-is-deathcore-band.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SOiuQ_HmyKI/AAAAAAAAARs/eSJ-DsPJ9lA/s72-c/Bleeding+through.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-3132599088651585408</id><published>2008-09-22T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:12:09.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 years been studying in pure science stream, not so pure now due to the dropping of the hell fuck up hard as harden coagulated shit add maths. I had beend failing those 3 science subject for the past 2 years and yes I knew people is gonna wonder why the fuckin hell I am in this stream. I was inexperienced of all this at first, now its too late to change. But still i have the capability of at least passing it. Must try the brain fluid out of me to get some passes out. I just ended the 3 science subject in my current trial exam and I fucked up almost all of it. I wonder how humans can manage to get an A or A1 out of it. Its total sheer purgatory to study and master every single thing in it. Anyhow, Im glad the studying is gonna be over afta like 2months or sumthn. I cant wait for my freedon to arrive. To roam around free in the city of KL, or Malaysia, or The WHOLE CONTINENT N THE WORLD!! I can be considered as a gallant spm warrior attempting on subject that has 99% chances of failing in it.. no fear the equation..=,=''..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out the band I Killed The Prom Queen has been disbanded after their last album in 2006 called Music For The Recently Deceased. WHY!!!!!???!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-3132599088651585408?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3132599088651585408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=3132599088651585408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3132599088651585408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3132599088651585408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-years-been-studying-in-pure-science.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-9006986431204694740</id><published>2008-09-20T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:23:01.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to move to the left side of redemption..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of a story I told to someone before, I dunno how the story came up to my mind tat time. An inpromtu story, but turn out to be somehow meaningful in my own head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day, a callow young man, fresh 18 year old, is walking on a path to search for the goals he is aiming. To obtain it and grasp it firm in his hands. But things arent easy for him, as he walk so long on the same path to where he is heading and finally came to a stop. There, he was greeted by 2 separate path, divisible path to where he shall go and lead. The path on the right is a bright path glowing with the shimmers of the perspiration on the leaves, a view of peace and harmony from where he stands. On the other side, that is the one and only left side. A dark road with dead surroundings, carcasses decaying on the road side, bald trees, burned trees, dead grey leaves, grey skies shedding the land barring off the sunlight to shine down to give way for travellers, making it hard to proceed on. It runs into his head through the sight of despair he witnesses. Blood pumps faster, heart beats abnormally fast, his wind pipe being asphyxiated. Over there the sign reads "Theres no turning back for each path you choose".. He chooses to move on to the left path. The path that shows sign of despair and suffering..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chooses to go to that path because it is where he is heading to. The goal he wants to achieve. Making use off who he is, and what he wants and not being influence by sights and hears of others. Looks can be deceiving, as the bright road shows peace and harmony but what lays ahead is yet to be known, it could somehow be a trick to instant happiness but end up with a huge price to pay. The dark path shows who he really is, what he really wants, what he really want to achieve. Eventhough it may not be a very pleasant path in the beginning with so much of obstruction and obstacles to go through, yet in the end he will gain alot of experience through his unblessing days of torment and end up to be a very noble yet virtuous man even if he cant gain the wealth that is expected. What counts most is the personality of him. In the dark path, we might find a light at the end of the path brighter than a thousand suns. If not said the light to be found but to be created himself instead thrpugh all the hardship he shall go through, is what he chooses, the future he chooses, who he really is and having himself being ignorant to the words of others who tried hard to persuade him. A headstrong person he is. The path he chooses is his true path, his true destiny in his own soul. Hardship builds a virtuous person. Pride comes before a fall. Lust and temptation the road to suffering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-9006986431204694740?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/9006986431204694740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=9006986431204694740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/9006986431204694740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/9006986431204694740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-to-move-to-left-side-of-redemption.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-6255048953734154328</id><published>2008-09-17T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:25:23.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SNDpEmwTLGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F_DF_-G73c4/s1600-h/buddha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246949831218506850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SNDpEmwTLGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F_DF_-G73c4/s320/buddha1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 32 Signs of the Great Man (Gautama Buddha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He has feet with a level sole (Pali: supati thapado). Note: "feet with level tread,/ so that he places his foot evenly on the ground,/ lifts it evenly,/ and touches the ground evenly with the entire sole." (Lakkhana Sutta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He has the mark of a thousand-spoked wheel on the soles of his feet (Pali: he thapadatalesu cakkani jatani).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He has projecting heels (Pali: ayatapa ni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He has long fingers and toes (Pali: digha nguli).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. His hands and feet are soft-skinned (Pali: mudutalahathapado).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He has netlike lines on palms and soles (Pali: jalahathapado).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He has high raised ankles (Pali: ussa nkhapado).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He has taut calf muscles like an antelope (Pali: e nimigasadisaja ngho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He can touch his knees with the palms of his hands without bending. (Pali: thitako va anonamanto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. His sexual organs are concealed in a sheath (Pali: kosohitavatguyho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. His skin is the color of gold (Pali: suva n nava no). "His body is more beautiful than all the gods." (Lakkhana sutta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. His skin is so fine that no dust can attach to it (Pali: sukhumacchavi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. His body hair are separate with one hair per pore (Pali: ekekalomo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. His body hair are blue-black, the color of collyrium, and curls clockwise in rings. (Pali: uddhagalomo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. He has an upright stance like that of brahma (Pali: brahmujugatto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. He has the seven convexities of the flesh (Pali: satusado). Note: "the seven convex surfaces,/ on both hands, both feet, both shoulders, and his trunk." (Lakkhana Sutta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. He has an immense torso, like that of a lion (Pali: sihapuba dhakayo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The furrow between his shoulders is filled in (Pali: pitantara mso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The distance from hand-to-hand and head-to-toe is equal (Pali: nigrodhaparima n dalo). Note: incidentally, these are also the ideal proportions according to Leonardo Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. He has a round and smooth neck (Pali: samva d dakhando).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. He has sensitive taste-buds (Pali: rasagasagi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. His jaw is like that of lion's (Pali: sihahanu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. He has a nice smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. His teeth are evenly spaced (Pali: samadanto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. His teeth are without gaps in-between (Pali: avira ladanto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. His teeth are quite white (Pali: sukadanto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. He has a large, long tongue (Pali: pahutajivho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. He has a voice like that of Brahma (Pali: brahmasaro hiravikabha ni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. He has very blue eyes (Pali: abhi nila netto). Note 1: "very (abhi) blue (nila) eyes (netto)" is the literal translation. Nila is the word used to describe a sapphire and the color of the sea, but also the color of a rain cloud. It also defines the color of the Hindu God Krishna. Note 2: "His lashes are like a cow's; his eyes are blue./ Those who know such things declare/ 'A child which such fine eyes/ will be one who's looked upon with joy./ If a layman, thus he'll be/ Pleasing to the sight of all./ If ascetic he becomes,/ Then loved as healer of folk's woes.'" (Lakkhana Sutta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. He has eyelashes like an ox (Pali: gopa mukho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. He has a white soft wisp of hair in the center of the brow (Pali: una loma bhamukantare jata). Note: this became the symbolic urna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. His head is like a royal turban (Pali: u nahisiso). Note that this denotes his cranial protrusion, visible on Buddhist iconography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... not only that.. he got another 80 SECONDARY CHARACTERISTICS!! that are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He has beautiful fingers and toes.&lt;br /&gt;2. He has well-proportioned fingers and toes.&lt;br /&gt;3. He has tube-shaped fingers and toes.&lt;br /&gt;4. His fingernails and toenails have a rosy tint.&lt;br /&gt;5. His fingernails and toenails are slightly upturned at the tip.&lt;br /&gt;6. His fingernails and toenails are smooth and rounded without ridges.&lt;br /&gt;7. His ankles and wrists are rounded and undented.&lt;br /&gt;8. His feet are of equal length.&lt;br /&gt;9. He has a beautiful gait, like that of a king-elephant.&lt;br /&gt;10. He has a stately gait, like that of a king-lion.&lt;br /&gt;11. He has a beautiful gait, like that of a swan.&lt;br /&gt;12. He has a majestic gait, like that of a royal ox.&lt;br /&gt;13. His right foot leads when walking.&lt;br /&gt;14. His knees have no protruding kneecaps.&lt;br /&gt;15. He has the demeanor of a great man.&lt;br /&gt;16. His navel is without blemish.&lt;br /&gt;17. He has a deep-shaped abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;18. He has clockwise marks on the abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;19. His thighs are rounded like banana sheafs.&lt;br /&gt;20. His two arms are shaped like an elephant's trunk.&lt;br /&gt;21. The lines on the palms of his hands have a rosy tint.&lt;br /&gt;22. His skin is thick or thin as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;23. His skin is unwrinkled.&lt;br /&gt;24. His body is spotless and without lumps.&lt;br /&gt;25. His body is unblemished above and below.&lt;br /&gt;26. His body is absolutely free of impurities.&lt;br /&gt;27. He is a very happy man.&lt;br /&gt;28. He has a protruding nose.&lt;br /&gt;29. His nose is well proportioned.&lt;br /&gt;30. His upper and lower lips are equal in size and have a rosy tint.&lt;br /&gt;31. His teeth are unblemished and with no plaque.&lt;br /&gt;32. His teeth are long like polished conches.&lt;br /&gt;33. His teeth are smooth and without ridges.&lt;br /&gt;34. His five sense-organs are unblemished.&lt;br /&gt;35. His four canine teeth are crystal and rounded.&lt;br /&gt;36. His face is long and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;37. His cheeks are radiant.&lt;br /&gt;38. The lines on his palms are deep.&lt;br /&gt;39. The lines on his palms are long.&lt;br /&gt;40. The lines on his palms are straight.&lt;br /&gt;41. The lines on his palms have a rosy tint.&lt;br /&gt;42. His body emanates a halo of light extending around him for two meters.&lt;br /&gt;43. His cheek cavities are fully rounded and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;44. His eyelids are well proportioned.&lt;br /&gt;45. The five nerves of his eyes are unblemished.&lt;br /&gt;46. The tips of his bodily hair are neither curved nor bent.&lt;br /&gt;47. He has a rounded tongue.&lt;br /&gt;48. His tongue is soft and has a rosy-tint.&lt;br /&gt;49. His ears are long like lotus petals.&lt;br /&gt;50. His earholes are beautifully rounded.&lt;br /&gt;51. His sinews and tendons don't stick out.&lt;br /&gt;52. His sinews and tendons are deeply embedded in the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;53. His topknot is like a crown.&lt;br /&gt;54. His forehead is well-proportioned in length and breadth.&lt;br /&gt;55. His forehead is rounded and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;56. His eyebrows are arched like a bow.&lt;br /&gt;57. The hair of his eyebrows is fine.&lt;br /&gt;58. The hair of his eyebrows lies flat.&lt;br /&gt;59. He has large brows.&lt;br /&gt;60. His brows reach the outward corner of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;61. His skin is fine throughout his body.&lt;br /&gt;62. His whole body has abundant signs of good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;63. His body is always radiant.&lt;br /&gt;64. His body is always refreshed like a lotus flower.&lt;br /&gt;65. His body is exquisitely sensitive to touch.&lt;br /&gt;66. His body has the scent of sandalwood.&lt;br /&gt;67. His body hair is consistent in length.&lt;br /&gt;68. He has fine bodily hair.&lt;br /&gt;69. His breath is always fine.&lt;br /&gt;70. His mouth always has a beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;71. His mouth has the scent of a lotus flower.&lt;br /&gt;72. His hair has the colour of a dark shadow.&lt;br /&gt;73. His hair is strongly scented.&lt;br /&gt;74. His hair has the scent of a white lotus.&lt;br /&gt;75. He has curled hair.&lt;br /&gt;76. His hair does not turn grey.&lt;br /&gt;77. He has fine hair.&lt;br /&gt;78. His hair is untangled.&lt;br /&gt;79. His hair has long curls.&lt;br /&gt;80. He has a topknot as if crowned with a flower garland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A human that sounded in the way of desrciption totally more BRUTALLY PERFECT than a god.. Humans like that do exist in this world? and if a large number amount of humans were like him, this world will be hell alot better than heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMMMM MANI PADME HUMMMMMMMM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-6255048953734154328?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6255048953734154328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=6255048953734154328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6255048953734154328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6255048953734154328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/32-signs-of-great-man-gautama-buddha-1.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SNDpEmwTLGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F_DF_-G73c4/s72-c/buddha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-3520468899019715402</id><published>2008-09-14T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:54:18.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ig8p87Y6OKI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ig8p87Y6OKI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Namo-Amitabha&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4noQ0MD1_8s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4noQ0MD1_8s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Om Mani Padme Hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good song for relaxation and distression, Do CHECK THEM OUT. Especially those having a lot of problems in their head and those having major exams and stuff like that. Cant believe Im saying this though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-3520468899019715402?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3520468899019715402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=3520468899019715402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3520468899019715402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3520468899019715402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/namo-amitabha-om-mani-padme-hum-good.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-3937725984603449328</id><published>2008-09-13T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:17:16.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xCmI9wx1Xwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xCmI9wx1Xwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;True Light acoustic english version. The theme from the anime D.N Angel. One of the sweetest melodious song I ever heard. MUST LISTEN. DONT NEVER LISTEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-3937725984603449328?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3937725984603449328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=3937725984603449328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3937725984603449328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3937725984603449328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/true-light-acoustic-english-version.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-1032647722548208105</id><published>2008-09-10T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:31:58.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMecDlvGNmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yJoJu9Aiue0/s1600-h/diehard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244331876579423842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMecDlvGNmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yJoJu9Aiue0/s320/diehard2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Die Hard 2: Die Harder..  from the 1990s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMecD2C4gcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/e6YRCW9G8SI/s1600-h/diehard2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244331880957379010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMecD2C4gcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/e6YRCW9G8SI/s320/diehard2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the best scene in the movie where he blows the whole plane and before he threw the lighter on the leaking oil to blow up the plane, he said "YIPPIE-KAI-YAY MOTHERFUCKER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMecDyPkhtI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ur-AJzrJVP4/s1600-h/die_hard_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244331879936853714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMecDyPkhtI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ur-AJzrJVP4/s320/die_hard_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually watched Die Hard 2 years back but to my surprise I seriously forgotten the whole movie thing until a friend of mine who is also a die hard DIE HARD fan as me borrowed me the dvd of Die Hard 2: Die Harder. The plot is about John McClane who got to pick his wife from the Dulles International Airport in Washington D.C. for christmas celebration together. Ashe was hanging around in the airport waiting patiently, he took a few smokes and around that time he already saw Colonel Stuart and his henchmen at the airport, he did not get the suspicious feelings until he saw 2 suspicious human guys entered the luggage transferring room and thats where the whole action begin. The new villain in the movie is the terrorist named Colonel Stuart with his henchmen. They took over the airport to give General Ramon Esperanza a landing without being disturbed or molested by any securities or whatsoever. John McClane is that guy who goes through the same shit twice with elevators and tunnels and crawling in the air ventilator just like in the first movie. This movie have a lot of twist and turn in characters like the counter terrorist team that came in lead by Major Grant and to realise in shock that he and his team are working with Colonel Stuart in an attempt to help flee General Ramon Esperanza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie to me doesnt gave me the excitement as much the first movie gave me, but still a very good action movie eventhough its 18 years ago movie, it still beats the every new james bond genre. With his accent and jokes that fits the movie well, gun shot battles, whole loads of foul language that FUCK FUCK n FUCK thats really my type of communicating style in the movies. Im awaiting to watch the next sequel, Die Hard 3 With A Vengeance.. YEA!! YIPPIE KAI YAY MOTHERFUCKER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1032647722548208105?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1032647722548208105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1032647722548208105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1032647722548208105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1032647722548208105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/die-hard-2-die-harder.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMecDlvGNmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yJoJu9Aiue0/s72-c/diehard2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-6789159569293978217</id><published>2008-09-07T04:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:05:26.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got some words from a friend of mine. I got myself by purposely asking them about "stuff" and what they think about it. I got ouch sometimes due to the siapa makan cili dia rasa pedas things.Cause I did it before and been told about it alot of times.&lt;br /&gt;Opininons from them almost the same, I guess I should understand better or should not. Well I am who I am protective or not,sensitive or not, etc etc, some are just gonna live on with that. Im sick of trying to change who I am, Im not a fugitive or an ex criminal trying to get rid out of their terrible old habits and deeds of killing and massacre. Im just so sick of the blinded people trusting the fake humans whom they thought are really noble and thoughtful and great people. I dunt feel myself being appreciated sometimes, like being taken for granted, like what Im a fucking slave from ancient china where you can do whatever you want on me and even sacrificing me or using me as a bait or something. that sucks FUCK THAT BTW, YIPPIE KAI YAY MUTHAFUCKA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.57 am.. Full moon *not really*.. Raged..&lt;br /&gt;Die Harder this time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-6789159569293978217?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6789159569293978217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=6789159569293978217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6789159569293978217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6789159569293978217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-some-words-from-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-3524744670549128989</id><published>2008-09-07T03:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:31:30.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When for a random blog tour and I found something and it seems to look like a post for 1 type of sex due to some questions in it, but i dunt think so or whatever my mind thinks, Im not tagged I guess and I just doing it for fun especially at this hour my head goes haywire over gunshots and everything shitty and bloody and all fucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you rather be poor but happy, or rich but sad?&lt;br /&gt;- Poor but happy, it somehow makes you feel more highly confident and spirited in doing anything and you can achieve anything you want with a positive mind unlike rich but sad all you do with the money in the end you end up fucking sad unless if the reason is that you cant get something that forever you will never get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you’re stranded on an island with your best friend and there’s nothing to eat, would you rather eat your best friend or let him/her eat you?&lt;br /&gt;- You never mention the situation of the island, and an island theres a sea, so we can go fishing and hunt for lil cutey animals and some sweetey fucking fruit to be eaten. It will be alot of fun doing that than getting desperate and depressed by eating your own fucking friend who will surely taste like shit cause we humans are salty so are our shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had the choice, would you rather be good-looking but stupid, or smart but ugly like hell?&lt;br /&gt;- what the fuck is that, it sounds like a mock or somehow a sarcasm there, Im already ugly and stupid and I want both of it, which muthafucka doesnt? But if I had only both that choice, I would go mostly for smart but ugly, we can be smart by not letting others judge you by your looks and gaining higher impression from others eventhough sometimes the physical impression comes first but Im so fucked up with that, I want people especially that someone to know who I really am deep within me instead of just saying "omg, he is such a loser, a total dumbass for sure who only knows how to suck titties", fuck you bitch.. now there goes another impression for sure for the total R-rated vulgarity here and also the link of this fucking blog. yes FUCKNGRIND..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If both your best friend and your boyfriend/girlfriend are drowning at the same time, and you can only save one person (and you cannot throw yourself in to drown with them), who will you save?&lt;br /&gt;- Its a hard a choice, it depends on who deserve it more. But sometimes, we cant let anyone go even if they are not related to us, but things doesnt go that way in this world. And another thought of me, honestly our hearts doesnt match with our mind and that doesnt match with our words, it will tend to get jingle jubbly up when the situation comes, but if that girl is the one I really love for the rest of my life and will shield every single bullets for her, I will save her first and as fast I could would get my best friend on me too, cause I said and my heart says I would die for you to her and I never once said I would die for you to my best friend. Some people may say bestfriend cause a best friend will never leave and a boy friend might leave, well no offence to those, your hell fucking wrong too u know that! I hope you people shall open their eyes bigger to see about their boyfrens or husband or whatever with their bestfrens, cause not everything the best friend is always right too u know. How pissed can i get now, I can go on and on and on till I fuck my finger into the keyboards. And theres this girl's blog whom used to have this bf and she did the same tag and its stated in there that bf or husband might leave anytime and friends wont, and you know the fucking thing is that look who's talking man, she left him instead after all the worries of him leaving her, she left him in his fucking shit. And as far as I know the guy, he would never ever leave her as he said and he means it and really for REAL. What a gallant attempt by her to say such thing in there when he could just read it anytime and you wont know how he will feel, so much for loving him. YIPPIE KAI YAY MUTHAFUCKA... that quote reminds me, I can save my girl from falling of the 40 storeys building and catch her arm and pull her up after saving her from some european terrorist that hold her hostage, John McClane style!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you rather eat 5cm3 of shit or drink 1 litre of urine?&lt;br /&gt;- Drinking should be better and faster than anything but I just worried of infections in my pipes and all those in my body. But shit aint that bad too, it sometimes give us an impression that it looks like chocolate bar or some mash potato with corn in it or maybe chilli or maybe a kangkung vege in there. And it taste salty and sure do have alot of taste in there, a unique taste, an asian blended shit.. yippie kai yay muthafucka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If both your best friend and your mother are drowning at the same time, and you can only save one person (and you cannot throw yourself in to drown with them), who will you save?&lt;br /&gt;- I wont drown with them for fuck sake, my mum brought me into this world, of coz I will save my mum no matter what and saving her wouldn't be enough to repay what she done for me that is giving me a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you rather be gang-raped or be raped once but have cucumbers/pencils/scissors stuffed up your vagina?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont have a vagina, but if im the rapist, Im very sadistic.... so u know.. worse than that it could be... believe it or not?.. yippie kai yay muthafucka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you are forced to shoot either of your parents, would you rather shoot your mother or your father? (and you cannot shoot yourself)&lt;br /&gt;- I will never ever touch the gun that shall kill my parents, do what you want to me even how much you force, I would rather die in your fucking force than fucking shooting at my parents. And indeed my evil spirit shall return and haunt you that force me to my death and yes a very painful spike club in your asshole up to your intestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you rather get raped or have your boyfriend/girlfriend cheat on you with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- If im getting raped by my own girlfriend, I really dont mind her raping me all she wants, as long shes happy doing it, Im really HAPPY too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you rather have a boyfriend/girlfriend with the biggest heart but no brains, or a boyfriend/girlfriend with the biggest brains but no heart?&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of that, I guess I am or was in a situation like that where Im the either the boyfriend with the biggest heart but no brains or the one with the biggest brains but no heart, actually im kinda in between, Not to say Im smart and have alot of hearts. Just that it somehow feels a similar to something Im going through, but i know she rather be single than having me back, theres no point to it of saying much, she made up her mind Im not the right one at all. Badassess and stubborn boy friends are not for her. And there she goes, a heart left behind. A bittersweet nostalgic questions. Sorry, no real answer for that. I just can say as long I really do love her, big brains or big hearts, don't really matter anymore as long shes always there with me, caring me and loving me only. And knows how to take good care of my feelings. Seems too much or not, up to you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you rather marry someone 5 years younger or someone 20 years older than you?&lt;br /&gt;- 5 years younger, I prefer girls younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you rather live a short life but die very peacefully, or live a long life but die a very horrible and painful death?&lt;br /&gt;- Death comes anytime anywhere anyway it wanted to. Living long or short doesnt really matter to me anymore, as long I achieved and got everything I wanted and appreciate it totally, I dont mind dying anytime. And death is something really suffering to be felt no matter how noble you are, you will feel the pain of death peacefully or not. Appreciate every life moment you got when your still alive. Don't be like me in this situation now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres anything any of you aint happy about, fuck yourself and mind your own business. I do this tagged for the sake of just doing it. And there are some stuff I aint serious about and dead serious about. Fucking off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-3524744670549128989?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3524744670549128989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=3524744670549128989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3524744670549128989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3524744670549128989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-for-random-blog-tour-and-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-985755830209258895</id><published>2008-09-06T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:42:36.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die Hard. YIPPIE KAI YAY MUTHAFUCKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMI9WSZyOkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qXag8uTN3fg/s1600-h/die_hard_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242820369319082562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMI9WSZyOkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qXag8uTN3fg/s320/die_hard_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMI9WVqVKwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tJgrSxx6yrw/s1600-h/mcclane.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242820370193787650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMI9WVqVKwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tJgrSxx6yrw/s320/mcclane.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMI9WoGcOtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/z3-VbIqWu0w/s1600-h/mcclane1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242820375143529170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMI9WoGcOtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/z3-VbIqWu0w/s320/mcclane1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMI9WrYDz5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/1XchsErGZE8/s1600-h/mcclane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242820376022732690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMI9WrYDz5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/1XchsErGZE8/s320/mcclane2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recently re watched a Die Hard movie that is the first movie of the series. The classic 1988 movie. Maybe im now old enough to understand and appreciate the Die HArd movie from the first time I watch it like many years back from now. John McClane is my new hero in gun shooting, with his dark comedy style and those really cool accent he uses in the movie. Bruce Willis really played him darn well. Die Hard has the best action stories in it so far i watch with good humour that suits the movie well. And plus he is not as horny as James Bond where he will have many relationships with the so called Bond girl who always seem like a slut to me, and sleeps around with James Bond whereas John McClane stays faithful to his wife and only concentrate on ffightin the fuck out wit the bad guys instead of getting into shitty romances with gunfire. Eventhough its a 1988 movie and the special effect aint like what we expected of course in the 2000s era movie, it still has the suspense and thrill watching it. In the movie he fought the european terrorist and their leader named Hans Gruber with their funny weird accent *should hear wen Hans said out John signature phrase*. Im now on the hunt searching for the Die Hard trilogy from part 1 to 4.0 dvd, Im on a die hard rampage to get my eyes and hands and guns on the films. And not to forget John McClane signature phrase and also the funniest ultimate action movie phrase ever when he is gonna go for the ultimate kill YIPPIE KAI YAY MUTHAFUCKA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John McClane Rulez sucka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-985755830209258895?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/985755830209258895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=985755830209258895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/985755830209258895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/985755830209258895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/die-hard-yippie-kai-yay-muthafucka.html' title='Die Hard. YIPPIE KAI YAY MUTHAFUCKA'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMI9WSZyOkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qXag8uTN3fg/s72-c/die_hard_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-7957549514044668144</id><published>2008-09-06T12:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:19:01.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMIHXFX3ZqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y2QS4l10PWw/s1600-h/Be-mo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242761009373341346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMIHXFX3ZqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y2QS4l10PWw/s320/Be-mo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trial is just around the corner, 1 week from now and still I aint having the interest of studying, dam.. whats wrong man, I just couldn't get myself to study a shit. Instead of that, Im just having the thoughts on death metal, death metal, and death metal... too much death metal and i guess im on the verge of death in spm.. fuck that shit, death metal is 1 of the best of the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beloved is still my beloved, Im being annihilate by the hands of my beloved, by the eyes of my beloved, as it kills my heart, cut me short of breath, causing me into a decrepit soul and mind.. The thought just comes into my mind like a wave of tsunami struck the land in huge thunderous force. Causes the salt water protruding down from my eyes, you just don't know why is this being so continuous, why is this happening. My sins for my beloved and the sins from my beloved, combine into one an unexplainable sin soon to be an eternity stuck in each soul. Is this the end? Is this not? Is this how we must live forever?.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much things, too little time.. Too many aches, a small time consuming all of it.. So many to do, but so many to consider..So much running thru my fucking head, and theres nothing much I can do about it.. A wish for this year, but it will never be granted.. Next two months or so, Im outta schooling life, anxious to see how it goes after that.. yippie kai yay, mutha fucka..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-7957549514044668144?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7957549514044668144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=7957549514044668144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7957549514044668144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7957549514044668144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/trial-is-just-around-corner-1-week-from.html' title='dark session'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SMIHXFX3ZqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/y2QS4l10PWw/s72-c/Be-mo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-7813804811701806994</id><published>2008-09-02T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:22:01.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calista 3rd birthday</title><content type='html'>On 31st August 2008, 1 of my dad's younger brother, who is also my uncle celebrated Calista their daughter who is also my little cousin's 3rd birthday if Im not mistaken. She is a Merdeka girl and a very naughty one indeed. We were invited to celebrate her birthday for the 3rd time consecutively and every year was a feast of good chinese meal.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bvMXsUpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MlnPbX_T9_g/s1600-h/Aunt.uncle.cous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241376038917526162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bvMXsUpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MlnPbX_T9_g/s320/Aunt.uncle.cous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left Aunt Candy, Calista the birthday girl and Uncle Kelvin(or Calvin), I forgot. Just realise how my dad and him look so alike. They are brothers..=,=''.. My uncle still stays really young in heart though i can say. Thats the best part about him.. Stay young forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bvU4_67I/AAAAAAAAAO0/D6NsVvx36ok/s1600-h/My+leftover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241376041204706226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bvU4_67I/AAAAAAAAAO0/D6NsVvx36ok/s320/My+leftover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My left-over prawn of the day, even if its left over still it taste really good if you pick it up back and eat n chew on it.. for real.. I just ate 2 prawns that day, tasty little tiger prawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bvcz0cqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kgZgwtnsiiA/s1600-h/BdayCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241376043330466466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bvcz0cqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kgZgwtnsiiA/s320/BdayCake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The birthday cake, I only ate 2 slice of the cake. Its not bad though, the cake taste good, I just cant recall wether the taste is chocolate or coffee. With no avail, my mind had forgotten the taste of it, greaaat..=,=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bvg4FB1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/HXK3a9DQs8s/s1600-h/Family+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241376044422072146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bvg4FB1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/HXK3a9DQs8s/s320/Family+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A family picture, oh Calista poking her face with her finger, she is getting too bored and restless and I mean it shes really restless, always on the urge on doing or playing anything. She can however play with anything. My mum in pink, Calista in the middle, aunt Candy on right, top my dad in yellow and Barry in brown or orange (urrgh, I feel my colour blindness is getting worse).. The guy in white is someone I dun really know, a relative of ours I guess, well who cares, I dunno him. A nice picture with a little lighting effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bCZMrGnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tHkFAq50VNQ/s1600-h/Calista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241375269266856562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bCZMrGnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tHkFAq50VNQ/s320/Calista.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Calista.. The new mischievious Boey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bCUZ6ORI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C55nkzz73-o/s1600-h/D+ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241375267980196114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bCUZ6ORI/AAAAAAAAAOM/C55nkzz73-o/s320/D+ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ladies, my mum on the left, an aunt of mine who is my dad's sister in the middle and aunt Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bCrYWEGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8Jtv060UXRA/s1600-h/Barryhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241375274147647586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bCrYWEGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8Jtv060UXRA/s320/Barryhair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Barry's head, no comment about it. Nice hair.. The specs coordinate well with the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bCkfezOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/b4z87iptNXA/s1600-h/Dad+wit+calista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241375272298532066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bCkfezOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/b4z87iptNXA/s320/Dad+wit+calista.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad and calista. Both aint looking at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bC8n28BI/AAAAAAAAAOk/z7kr8lJOres/s1600-h/Swt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241375278776119314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bC8n28BI/AAAAAAAAAOk/z7kr8lJOres/s320/Swt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random gila nak mampos.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a great meal and all, hopefully next year won't be anymore chinese food. Thought of Thai, British, French, etc etc cuisine... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daaaa..signing off..=,='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-7813804811701806994?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7813804811701806994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=7813804811701806994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7813804811701806994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7813804811701806994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-31st-august-2008-1-of-my-dads.html' title='Calista 3rd birthday'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SL0bvMXsUpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MlnPbX_T9_g/s72-c/Aunt.uncle.cous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-491774349754077830</id><published>2008-08-30T13:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:55:38.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...PArt 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjZLhbU07I/AAAAAAAAANM/_H__93IPCZo/s1600-h/love+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240176958420341682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjZLhbU07I/AAAAAAAAANM/_H__93IPCZo/s320/love+square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love square..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjZL93lzJI/AAAAAAAAANU/M_smnRlAtkw/s1600-h/Love+triangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240176966055087250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjZL93lzJI/AAAAAAAAANU/M_smnRlAtkw/s320/Love+triangle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love triangle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is somehow like a part 2 of the relationship stuff I been talking about in 1 of my previous post, about the break up and stuf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are somehow a part of confusion in a relationship and that involves a third party or so. Its based on true events as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love triangle or should I say a love square. Theres a boy who is S who got a girl friend and he likes another girl name O, the girl is single but still I assume she is still loved by the previous boy friend who is the ex now. And the girl O responded to boy S love, adding more spice to it naturally that boy S girl friend is girl O kinda close friend of hers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is somehow found its way into public view and girl O lose alot of her friends, is she so willing to let that happen just for a guy?. and plus her ex who I shall assume is boy T is in love with her and still stays by her side always if anything bad befalls her even if this could hurt him alot as well. He is a really good guy and a nice one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt symphatetic towards girl O but still a shock to me as I dun expect anything like that from her. People calls her bitch and slut but well its aint nice to call her like that after all that happens, she stil have feelings and all, its not like she wishes this to happen. Even a number of people don't understand her actions but theres a reason to every of it from the 3 perspective of the people that is involve, a story cant be said by just one point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad boy T is still there for her, and I hope what I thought is true or not. But do not understand why those 2 are splitted cause boy T is really a near perfect man, understanding and matured. Now there are alot of people having really bad impression on her thinking shes a bitch and a slut and all, she gone through alot as my eyes could see even i do not know her well. Well, we should be a slight tolerant and to know more before deciding what type of person a person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to me, I wouldn't want to continue anything on anymore if Im stuck in this situation, if my girl love someone else too, Im gonna just let her go instead of competing with the other. Not that I do not want her or not loving her alot, if from the start she loves you, she should only love you and only you and not falling for anyone else in the process, it means total disloyality and all and especially since if I do alot for her, shower her always with care and love and being very faithful. I don't think I got the rights to say all this, Im not a good person either, Im really bad though, suck in relationships and all plus with a badass side of me, i suck to my own opinion, maybe its not something really surprising if my girl love someone else too. Back to where I was saying, its pointless to fight back since her heart can change anytime and so easily, even you fought her back, she may still fall for another 1 too. And if she falls for someone else, it kinda means that that guy is even better than me and that your not as good to her anymore as she feels. If that happens, its over to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound nice love triangle, but somehow its 1 of the worse thing in a serious relationship, its the horror of it and it hurts real bad.. The love from hell in a love triangle, tormenting the feelings of the people that got caught up in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*its my own opinion and words, there maybe some part some of you may disagree, but its just my fucking thought over it, like it appreciate it, dislike/hate it fuck off allright?.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-491774349754077830?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/491774349754077830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=491774349754077830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/491774349754077830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/491774349754077830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/part-2.html' title='...PArt 2..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjZLhbU07I/AAAAAAAAANM/_H__93IPCZo/s72-c/love+square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-3911642322874474885</id><published>2008-08-30T12:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:27:00.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COCK BLOCKERS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNuJU0OEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NEkcdWzKjLE/s1600-h/cockblocker10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240164359106476098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNuJU0OEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NEkcdWzKjLE/s320/cockblocker10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES! The first cock blocking picture is that intolerant cock blocker up there blocking anyone with the arrow pointed to. Fuck you cock blocker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNuRjJvTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/59654X7VcLA/s1600-h/cockblocker7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240164361314090290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNuRjJvTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/59654X7VcLA/s320/cockblocker7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now thats a cock blocker to the females, someone who is with the cock blocker clan wearing the cock blocker clothing materials. Mostly males are cock blockers! FUCK THE COCK BLOCKERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNuT3ze3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/E2FyRDpe71o/s1600-h/cockblocker3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240164361937582962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNuT3ze3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/E2FyRDpe71o/s320/cockblocker3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey kitty, what the fuck are you looking at!!?. Don't you see we need some privacy here. Get yourself a fucking life and fuck some kitty bitches out there! You think your so fucking cute staring with such goody goody innocent eyes, just cause he is fucking ur hottie cat woman doesn mean you gotta come and peep like that, and so happen someone deserve her more than batman does, YOUR JUST ANOTHER COCK BLOCKER!! Watch your back, Im ma look and record your intimate moment with ur catty bitches with you doing your CATTY STYLE....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNuexmKyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/LzsQnqyZ5sQ/s1600-h/cockblocker2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240164364864334626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNuexmKyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/LzsQnqyZ5sQ/s320/cockblocker2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cock blocker 1111, we want cock blocker 666 where 666 don't cock block! They are special units hunting and sending every cock blocker they found to hell, where their cock will be block with the cok! Cock up your ass cocker blockers!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNugOeBZI/AAAAAAAAANE/vE1vbQggqMI/s1600-h/cockblocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240164365253870994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNugOeBZI/AAAAAAAAANE/vE1vbQggqMI/s320/cockblocker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YOU!! UP THERE. YOUR A COCK WHO BLOCKS! FUCK YOU COCK BLOCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNFYmYx4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/cmfERcA7CHk/s1600-h/shirt_cockblocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240163658832070530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNFYmYx4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/cmfERcA7CHk/s320/shirt_cockblocker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't you act cool with your dumb pose like that you cock, your just a cock who fuck your hens to gain eggs, no wonder your a cock blocker, you fuck every hen all by yourself without sharing with the other cocks. Your a selfish little pussy, sharing is caring by the way. cock blocker, u suck big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNFs6lOnI/AAAAAAAAAME/0mRhdDXdjsg/s1600-h/cockblocker8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240163664285481586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNFs6lOnI/AAAAAAAAAME/0mRhdDXdjsg/s320/cockblocker8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bloody pussy cunt dickhead cock blocker. Thats an example of a perverted looking sadist shitface cock blocker like any cock blocker who cocks-and-blocks. Like anyone who cock blocks a friend of mine in getting a chick of his own. Fuck cock blockers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNFmJAf-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/rpdBBdYYCe0/s1600-h/luveverywhere3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240163662466940898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNFmJAf-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/rpdBBdYYCe0/s320/luveverywhere3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AAAAH! Thats a environmental cock blocker, please we do not want see some fugly ugly fucking people fucking here to spoil the view. URGH! Get out of the way damnit! Do it in the public toilets, parking lot or in the huge thrash can where no-one will be there to even have a glance at your disgusting publicity act. Get a room! Dah la saggy buntut, bukannya hot sial! FUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNFvl4l9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/CxWZ5xxZaCM/s1600-h/cockblocker5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240163665003976658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNFvl4l9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/CxWZ5xxZaCM/s320/cockblocker5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GET OUT OF MY WAY COCK BLOCKER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNF8_8LuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Nt8JsuJYiiU/s1600-h/cockblocker11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240163668602924770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNF8_8LuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Nt8JsuJYiiU/s320/cockblocker11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NO!!!! A MUTATED COCK BLOCKER WHO GETS ALL THE GIRLS TO HIMSELF, FUCK YOU COCK BLOCKER, GET BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM. DARN HE IS NOT EVEN MOVING!! SO IT SEEMS LIKE ITS GONNA BE A BOSS BATTLE NOW BETWEEN ME AND YOU COCK-A-ROO-ROO. STOP SMILING LIKE THAT YOU COCKER BLOCKER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjMbmZyufI/AAAAAAAAALU/Qo3Usa6uca4/s1600-h/cockblocker1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240162940982835698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjMbmZyufI/AAAAAAAAALU/Qo3Usa6uca4/s320/cockblocker1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get away, you corrupted police cock! You just want to block the porn site from everyone for your ownself!! WE REBEL AGAINST YOU, ALL COCK BLOCKS INCLUDING YOU ARE SHIT!! same as ZS, MC, DK, HY, JN, AL, AV, etc etc etc etc etc etc.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjMb4LMKNI/AAAAAAAAALc/KUtfWEaIRWc/s1600-h/cockblocker9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240162945753426130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjMb4LMKNI/AAAAAAAAALc/KUtfWEaIRWc/s320/cockblocker9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;U SUCK TITS WORSE OF ALL!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjMbw7ihMI/AAAAAAAAALk/hSC0-keXEUU/s1600-h/denise+richards.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240162943808734402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjMbw7ihMI/AAAAAAAAALk/hSC0-keXEUU/s320/denise+richards.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DENISE RICHARDS!!?!..errrr... blocking the view?..get out of the way?..no comment.. Just stay where you are, be original without much of your clothes on..@,@..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I got the wrong picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjMbwQdSMI/AAAAAAAAALs/Tt7FP3pj7O4/s1600-h/cockblocker4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240162943628036290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjMbwQdSMI/AAAAAAAAALs/Tt7FP3pj7O4/s320/cockblocker4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I AND WE HATE COCK BLOCKERS, NOW U SHALL DIE TEDDY BITCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjMcI3En6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/owWk_UC327E/s1600-h/cockblocker6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240162950232448930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjMcI3En6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/owWk_UC327E/s320/cockblocker6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, a friend of mine have been cock blocked, I dun wanna be cock blocked, don't block me or I block your cock for good! Even blocking little pussies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCREW THE COCK BLOCKERS! ANNIHILATE THEM ALL!!! SEEEK AND DESTROY!!! - anti cock-blocker coven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-3911642322874474885?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3911642322874474885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=3911642322874474885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3911642322874474885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3911642322874474885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/cock-blockers.html' title='COCK BLOCKERS!!'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLjNuJU0OEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NEkcdWzKjLE/s72-c/cockblocker10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-8986102040848054702</id><published>2008-08-30T11:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:21:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>.Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;silent kill&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;she say like tty later to the person&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;or she say like *****, what do you think&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;silent rape&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;Splinter Cell; Rape in Guantanamo Bay&lt;br /&gt;..Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;wth..give them cock meat sandwish&lt;br /&gt;..Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;wich*&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;wei&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;stick to topic&lt;br /&gt;..Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;***** wat do u tink?&lt;br /&gt;..Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;i duno get u\&lt;br /&gt;..Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;wat she meant?&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;she halau them or she ask me to join in the convo la&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;when they nak cock block&lt;br /&gt;..Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;say tel them to fuck off&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;then she dgr&lt;br /&gt;..Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;then look at her wit cold eyes&lt;br /&gt;..Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;she got scared of u&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;then i pegang her&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;take her away&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;then she like start hitting me shouting let go letgo&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;then i look into her eyes, and kiss her&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;then she still fighting&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;then slowly stop and embrace da kiss&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y.B Tsar ***** the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;..Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;..Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;watch too much movie&lt;br /&gt;..Annihilation by the hands of thy beloved.. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.. fuck all the cock blockers tat disturb u wit "amy". I wil back u up, silent KILL!!! OWNED THEM!! MONSTER KILL COCK BLOCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Cock blockers are just full of shit, many cock blockers to be name but lets just not name it. 1 of them i gonna say out that is boy S coz he got a really annoyin face to a fren of mine, without knowing him I shall call him a fucktard cockless-gay-ball-less. Lets say like he is talking and talking to her then suddenly a cock blocker will just go up to her and start talking to her without having a thought that my pal is talking to her, and it ended their convo since she too replies the cock blocker. It is all been spoiled, now with the help of technology there are many ways to start an atrocities with them, bring on the atom nuclear bomb and the jet planes and the Ak-47.. fuck them all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go my fren, you shall reign in the end and me on the rooftop of 1 of the tallest building playing with my band bagi semangat to the people in pain, good luck to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-8986102040848054702?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8986102040848054702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=8986102040848054702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8986102040848054702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8986102040848054702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='........'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-5933417371941101735</id><published>2008-08-28T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:01:31.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rape</title><content type='html'>I GOT RAPED TODAY IN MY CLASS. DARN..its stil really fun though..n i aint gonna describe how I am raped for now, d trauma is stil there!.hoho.. became of the 5sc2 raping festival victim and they are so like a malicious creatures on the loose HAHAHAHAH, and we only rape guys, guys rape guys. Param and Fariz the hardest to b raped due to their size and strength, last rape is to mun hong where later mr Khoo came in and caught us red handed raping him, we got scolded for doing nonsense and not revising our studies. Too bad theres no pic of the raping festival!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-5933417371941101735?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5933417371941101735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=5933417371941101735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5933417371941101735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5933417371941101735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/rape.html' title='Rape'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-5490908052827518544</id><published>2008-08-28T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:57:43.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>break ups..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLauv1BNCHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7kmVX3JQ9Nw/s1600-h/emocouple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239567353201363058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLauv1BNCHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7kmVX3JQ9Nw/s320/emocouple2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLauv_JMeVI/AAAAAAAAALE/0kmZjsGM9Ag/s1600-h/brokenheart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239567355919235410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLauv_JMeVI/AAAAAAAAALE/0kmZjsGM9Ag/s320/brokenheart.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLauwPPTOcI/AAAAAAAAALM/U7nS6bC7IsU/s1600-h/breakup.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239567360239811010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLauwPPTOcI/AAAAAAAAALM/U7nS6bC7IsU/s320/breakup.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summers love ends in the autumns fall, in a relationship theres always a beginning and an end to it. I do not believe in it, not till atrocities of being too serious occurs where it somehow kill who you really are as love do change someone a lot. To something good yet bad, it couldn’t be true to everyone, just a theory based on some events.&lt;br /&gt;Break ups occurs once there’s conflict between a girl and a guy, or when they can’t get along well anymore and felt they are not meant for each other or theres some misunderstandings of feelings. Break ups comes in a way where girl and boy talk out terms to it and some where 1 of them dump 1 another. But somehow, a break up can be very unreasonable and unfair to 1 of them either boy or girl, theres sometimes injustice in it, based on some events where he is really faithful to the girl and she dumps him for a reason that never obliged his loyalty and all where he only be there for her and only her and plus how many things he did for her out of his sincerity. To some point where he or she is who they are and doing things that doesn’t involve other parties of humans jus them and their hobbies or interest can cause big big atrocities and apocalypse to the relationship, where the girl or boy, especially the girl who just thinks she is always right including the future of the guy who no-one will ever know about the future on how he will turn out to be, thinking he is a failure for life. Now that’s something getting way too far? Based on some events, the boy/girl somehow has been so attachedly in love with her where he still sticks by her always even after what the damage he/she done to him/her. Till there are who will be so heartache to see or hear about her, what else to say if he had a really good talk with her and its very sweet and pleasant yet sad and aching at times. Solemn fills his heart always as the holes keep growing bigger letting everything going through in and out of it. Somehow, if 1 of them trust their friends more than his or her beloved is something out of the ordinary most of the times especially when the friends don’t even know him or her and the girl/boy knows her/his beloved more than anything from head to toe. There are those who dump due to words of their friends, that’s really fucked up for real. Like why the hell you wanna be wit him/her when you trust your friends more than him or her when they don’t even know a single thing about the partner, just go and be with the friends and marry them better off that way. How can you expect someone to trust her when she isn’t having any trustworthy on him more than anyone else? How does anyone think that she is putting every single wrong doings and blame on him and always have that fucking thought she is always right every single thing? There are a lot of more things to be said but is better left unsaid. Too much unpleasanty in saying all this. But in the end, everything has its ending, either good or bad. Anyway, my apologies if anyone felt I said anything wrong in there. Move on with life. And be happy for greatness sake. You can say fuck love or what, maybe its fucked maybe its not. But things aren't perfect, just accept it. Life can be miserable but yet meaningful to feel all those in everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Im not trying to emo or whatever, just tryin to be frank about something and happenings that occur around us lately, n thats one of it..huh, wat am i sayin..nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-5490908052827518544?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5490908052827518544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=5490908052827518544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5490908052827518544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5490908052827518544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/break-ups.html' title='break ups..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SLauv1BNCHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/7kmVX3JQ9Nw/s72-c/emocouple2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-2538366731242042679</id><published>2008-08-23T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:39:38.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues of the seas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK8C7dpLdLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sCFIUlKuUbc/s1600-h/Sea+gazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237408112248059058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK8C7dpLdLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sCFIUlKuUbc/s320/Sea+gazing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glancing out at the sea from the sandy shore of my hometown in Malacca, what do I see? The distant horizon so unclear within my eyes, maybe due to the fact that I’m not wearing my glasses. But what I see was a blurry dark blue horizons that seem like its covered in a mist or something and I even thought I saw a huge wave rising and panic struck through my mind thinking its a fucking tsunami attacking us. But wouldn’t it be good to die in such a tragic way? To ease of all the trouble in a dramatic way, where you gain attention by a lot of people that way, is by dying, by having your last breath and words so the they could remember you for the rest of your life. Your words. Back to where I was glancing at the horizon, I can feel the ease and tension fading from my mind as I’m going through a whole lot of shit this days, what shit you wouldn’t get when you are in Form 5 and plus the whole problem you shall go through in a teenage life, shits happen everywhere for you, tend to get emotionally sensitive and all. Well, maybe its only me that experiencing all that. I don’t have a clear mind anymore, I’m always distracted in my own ways or so. It gives me effects that I can’t take it at times. Im at this hour writing this stuff to let go off something in me, just a tiny bit. I just had another argument with someone. I not going to pin point on who’s fault or whoever is it. There’s no point to it as what is done is done. It’s kind off of a heated one until we seem like we got fed up of each other though. I admit that my anger management is bad. I can’t actually move on in anything without ‘the one’, I can’t actually concentrate well in doing anything without ‘the one’, I can’t even live on well without ‘the one’, I really got to admit it. A flash into the past where I had this thought in me, we are not together anymore, anything ‘the one’ do or ‘the one’s life and death got nothing to do with me anymore. What is that? Just another cover-up a wound in the heart? It penetrates easily with salty liquid from my body. Whatever I do, ‘the one’ will just flash into my mind most of the time. Engulfing every other thought in me. Until I know that I will not fight over that anymore, I shall go on and do what I want to do most of all is to love and care for ‘the one’. Im not the best guy around somehow. I don’t give a damn of any competition if there is any. Even the worse of the worse I am, that’s still me to be. Pressure of exams are hard to resist the most where freedom gets clogged up and all u got to do is to just stay put in your own personal lair and read anything you can just to get shits of maths and science into the fucking brain off mine that will always reject and puke out whats coming in. I don’t think I can manage any of those anymore after this. I’m going to retire after this fucking SPM, no more brain storming for any ways to solve a maths question or words to put into a science plain dumb questions. Off to enjoy doing what I want to do most and earning cash! Seeing the plain waves, just washing over my feet to wet my shoes (GREAT!!), the water just comes in and out without any trouble, so trouble free, like the open sea where you can just swim all you want and all you have to worry only is about the sharks or killer whales or naughty dolphins that will pull you to all over the ocean till you are in the ocean of nowhere, then the penguins come surrounding you and annoy you with their zebra-like colours and all. The blue skies that coordinate with the ocean, giving the ocean its blue. A positive bluesy feel around the atmosphere, closing the eye to feel it deep within. I don’t know what will happen the next day, I talked too much I guess just now, I deserved anything hurtful to befall me once again. I’m not an angel in disguise, not an angel too. Long time considered fallen from grace ever since that LOST of mine. Even it’s going to be gone forever, I must try accept the fact theres no more hope anymore. No more.. I shall set myself free like the ocean after all is done and said and the consequences of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-2538366731242042679?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2538366731242042679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=2538366731242042679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2538366731242042679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2538366731242042679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/blues-of-seas.html' title='Blues of the seas..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK8C7dpLdLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sCFIUlKuUbc/s72-c/Sea+gazing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-1399644536213924843</id><published>2008-08-22T22:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:09:08.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7L54-nlKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vvKnRcgMKNA/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237347612086473890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7L54-nlKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vvKnRcgMKNA/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came back from malacca with a souvenir given by a maybe-a-beggar (he seems like one) in from A'famosa in some dark room fill with written ancient stones. It contains a Malacca fruit in each pouch. Mine is the black while Barry's one is the pinky sorta colour. We got some trouble in tightening the pouch and making it look in-shape but with patience as what the beggar told us, we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Lhp6a69I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DplC6M4dS_8/s1600-h/Old+kaki2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237347195725474770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Lhp6a69I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DplC6M4dS_8/s320/Old+kaki2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There goes on the first night where my dad's old friends came by due to the invitation of my dad himself. They brought a couple of booze and some tidbits. my dad in the middle where his friend without the specs claim that my dad looks younger now SERIOUSLY. My dad feels the older he is the younger and better he is. What a reverse spell, I wonder if I inheritted that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Lh8Q56SI/AAAAAAAAAJE/z6dzdyJltZc/s1600-h/Brandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237347200651618594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Lh8Q56SI/AAAAAAAAAJE/z6dzdyJltZc/s320/Brandy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My own liqour, sum sorta brandy. Do not know what is it but it taste good. And strong to me. Im still too young f0r it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Lh84XpvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZB1t6AiINcE/s1600-h/A+famosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237347200817145586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Lh84XpvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZB1t6AiINcE/s320/A+famosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A'famosa, 1 of the prestige of my hometown, the entrance of it and what a waste they took down so many parts of it and they closed up a tunnel where it is used by the Portuguese few centuries ago as an escape route. Its claimed that the tunnel is closed cause it inhibit a dragon, evil spirits and dunno whatsoever more belief there is. I kinda serious wanna re open that tunnel and check em out myself next time and be the first person to go in and comes out of the tunnel ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7LiGjSnzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lXg2RYn5LWg/s1600-h/Fort+gazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237347203413090098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7LiGjSnzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lXg2RYn5LWg/s320/Fort+gazing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last remains of the top section of the fort. Really red and ancient. Nothing much to say about it but, all i can say it looks hollow and not to forget coool. Not my first time though in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Kyzed0rI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QfIBwz2_AT0/s1600-h/Sittin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237346390838727346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Kyzed0rI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QfIBwz2_AT0/s320/Sittin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A window looking section.. speechlesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7KzEdxDlI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_7_dyN7yqRg/s1600-h/Stone+gazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237346395399196242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7KzEdxDlI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_7_dyN7yqRg/s320/Stone+gazing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A batu bersurat and in english i forgot what is it called, i jus called it with my own word the ancient stone writings..yeah...=,='''.. I wonder if the writing got anything to do wit Mei Shen and Tan K. Siang (some human that I knew with such a name) cause as i felt her name got something to do with some stuff that creates some word out of it. like Mei is May and Shen is like the Shien clan of the times in the war in the B.C times. The Shien clan attack the Tann Clan on a period where they call they May Day war and thats how the month May is form. and bla bla bla.. Its all fiction by the way.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7KzJ5sBQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFoIwFaekNs/s1600-h/Stone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237346396858483970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7KzJ5sBQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OFoIwFaekNs/s320/Stone2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By looking at the words, I really wanna know wat it says. The ancient language and words and writings. So mysterious, so meaningful, the words of life in its original form. They can really tell the true fact about human characteristics. Maybe some of the stones tell love stories about how pure and true love is on that time, where there are no meaning betrayal, and disloyal and girls going around being with other guys while they had a mate or guys too the same. I had though read or heard some of those tales, really touching unlike how is it on this 'modern' day where love is just a fucking game of bullshit and lies and injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7KzWeNxwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Y9Z2a_8yjTc/s1600-h/Stone3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237346400232916738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7KzWeNxwI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Y9Z2a_8yjTc/s320/Stone3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another one with a nice symbol. Carved in many centuries ago or it could be from the time of the BC. Well, its really impressive the art of those ancient people, they seem alot more smarter, skillful, noble, civilised, MODERN than any of us humans in this so-called modern and civilised times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7KzWTn15I/AAAAAAAAAI0/yQXrdaXwI7E/s1600-h/Blurry+gaze2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237346400188487570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7KzWTn15I/AAAAAAAAAI0/yQXrdaXwI7E/s320/Blurry+gaze2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Malacca port far out where there use to be great battles between lands and seas. The bloody battles, where there are many death scene being held here n there in this area, lost souls roam the entire place where the battle is held and sometimes you can feel the chilly wind as if its calling you or signalling something to you. By the way, if you realise the sea is so far out from here, its in fact the fucking government had somehow claimed part(kinda big) of the sea and made it into a development area, and the nature there is gone and you can see how ridiculous is it the cannon that is suppose to blast out into the open seas actually surrounded by only lands. All they can blast are just trishaws and the pedestrians and tourists and dogs and cats and crows and ant hills and bitches and bastards and whatsoever land creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7J-Nm11QI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bc8NWhIcGYE/s1600-h/St+francis+xavier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237345487320110338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7J-Nm11QI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bc8NWhIcGYE/s320/St+francis+xavier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; St. Francis Xavier. I actually dont know who or what he is and what did he contributed all along...hmmm...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7J-Hcu46I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gtub2PNBblw/s1600-h/City+gaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237345485667099554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7J-Hcu46I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gtub2PNBblw/s320/City+gaze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Malacca town/city far out from here. The historic city. If i were the new SULTAN, what would i do to make Malacca a better place? I will turn all humans to orcs, elves, gnomes, dwarves, witches, sorcerers, necromancers, and I THE NEW SAURON!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7J-Q_AFdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V0Y_VxlGHTg/s1600-h/Blurry+walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237345488226751954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7J-Q_AFdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V0Y_VxlGHTg/s320/Blurry+walk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ............... grassy lands on top of the fort??....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7J-RkDkTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UW9996ITzQY/s1600-h/Batu+bersurat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237345488382169394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7J-RkDkTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UW9996ITzQY/s320/Batu+bersurat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another ancient stone kept in a dark part of the fort. looks creepy in the dark and maybe there is something guarding it. Do u realise anything unusual in that picture? Tell me if you do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7J-YLZ17I/AAAAAAAAAIM/9pz_9QMUVLU/s1600-h/Traumatized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237345490157819826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7J-YLZ17I/AAAAAAAAAIM/9pz_9QMUVLU/s320/Traumatized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Barry.... trying to discover what secret it holds?.. screw you Barry.. What are you doing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Jf-WZHfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ngeYXiFyiKk/s1600-h/Dadnbarry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237344967828512242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Jf-WZHfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ngeYXiFyiKk/s320/Dadnbarry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and Barry. On the beach. They both look really alike, some people tot them as siblings too. A picture in an deserted island or beach it looks like. Hope a big creature shall appear from behind and carry Barry away and he be the ape man of some unknown area and then there he will learn how to fly and could be the real batman himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7JgEBhAhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5xaNCiQtp9E/s1600-h/Parent+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237344969351561746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7JgEBhAhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5xaNCiQtp9E/s320/Parent+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents. my dad and mum of coz. They just like the view from there. Looks like taking picture in a deserted island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Jgb7DwtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KpBqgQNlUiU/s1600-h/Sea+gazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237344975766930130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7Jgb7DwtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KpBqgQNlUiU/s320/Sea+gazing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sea-glancer.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some random pics I took. Too bored there u know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-1399644536213924843?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/1399644536213924843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=1399644536213924843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1399644536213924843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/1399644536213924843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/malacca.html' title='Malacca'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SK7L54-nlKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vvKnRcgMKNA/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-8934629501024072024</id><published>2008-08-18T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:45:14.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark moon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKmDgtkrTDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_kheLdwL1Ek/s1600-h/Beautiful+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235860639807392818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKmDgtkrTDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_kheLdwL1Ek/s320/Beautiful+moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I saw the moon and got intrigued by it. Remember I had this handphone of mine to take picture of it. Yes, i took the picture of a beautiful bright full moon. The freezing moon on the spot, so elegant, so mind boggling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKmDghbYO7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OzqqdfUz9gk/s1600-h/Beautiful+moon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235860636547169202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKmDghbYO7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/OzqqdfUz9gk/s320/Beautiful+moon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Looking at the moon from far looks a round shape star, beautifully reflect the light of the sun, shining above us as though its a bright eye watching over us, guarding us from harm by shining light on the ground penetrating the darkness for us to walk safely and to ward off the dark demons lurking away from the light. Shining light on the people who got lost in their path, showing the true path to their destiny. The moon, a symbol of hope and faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKmDg2etkQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/urBYWijKDZ0/s1600-h/Beautifully+covered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235860642198294786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKmDg2etkQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/urBYWijKDZ0/s320/Beautifully+covered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              The moon is covered up, block by the clouds. Like our mind being distracted and covered by lots of shit. Making things alot harder for us to do, alot harder for us to accomplish what we do, slowing things down. Let the wind blow the clouds away. Shine on the moon once again on our path. Get the problem out of our soul, move on with life as there are alot more unpredictable things awaiting our arrival, a long way more to go. Its a nice picture to me, it seems like nothing but if look in another way or so, its really full of meaning u can make out of it. Hopefully, nothing shall darkaned the my faith on the way forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKmDgyICXwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FJJY3hSJA-Q/s1600-h/Muka+professor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235860641029447426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKmDgyICXwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FJJY3hSJA-Q/s320/Muka+professor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           Lastly, muka  nerd I, I got it from Yong Jian's blog, the best nerdy picture of me....so death metal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-8934629501024072024?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8934629501024072024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=8934629501024072024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8934629501024072024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8934629501024072024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/dark-moon.html' title='Dark moon..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKmDgtkrTDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_kheLdwL1Ek/s72-c/Beautiful+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-390037880005328045</id><published>2008-08-18T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:54:10.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow House</title><content type='html'>Barry is going for the Yellow House activity in Sri Garden on sunday, so I took the advantage to go with him as well to check it out. I got there to be the only 1 i guess not wearing any T-shirt with the school symbol. We are splited into groups and Im in a group with Terrence, Brenda and Ying Shuang. They do a good babysitter alot more better than I am. We had fun there. Too bad non of us took any pic of our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had group study with Sean later in pizza hut, we end up talking more than studyin but still I learnt something. Better than nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-390037880005328045?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/390037880005328045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=390037880005328045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/390037880005328045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/390037880005328045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/yellow-house.html' title='Yellow House'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-4196484904789081727</id><published>2008-08-18T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:37:06.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKl4Jwm47eI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ANVdSJ_LVr0/s1600-h/Breaking+dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235848150857084386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKl4Jwm47eI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ANVdSJ_LVr0/s320/Breaking+dawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Thats the Breaking Dawn, the conclusion to the Twilight series, its sad that I had already finished the book once and for all and ONCE AND FOR ALL, no more sequel to it most likely, I really hope there wil be a couple more sequels to it. The story somehow seemed hanged in the end. So many things is still left questioning in my head. Will the Volturi come back with more superpowers, what will happen between Jacob And Renesme after shes grown etc etc??? Im gonna continue that story somehow! My version! I want the Cullens and the Wolves give the the Volturi a supreme bloody hell of a battle to the end. Yea whatever, overall the book is great. There will be a Twilight movie at the end of this year 12 December 2008, but not sure when it will be release in theaters in Malaysia, its gonna be hell alot better than harry potter i hope. Kristen Stewart is starring as Isabella Swan, Robert Pattinson as Edward Cullen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-4196484904789081727?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4196484904789081727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=4196484904789081727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4196484904789081727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4196484904789081727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SKl4Jwm47eI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ANVdSJ_LVr0/s72-c/Breaking+dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-6969864265460198012</id><published>2008-08-09T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:10:52.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words of irfan d arab.</title><content type='html'>.her sweetest scent.. says:&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;..her sweetest scent.. says:&lt;br /&gt;duno y&lt;br /&gt;Irfan the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;from day one you had to do that&lt;br /&gt;Irfan the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;be serious la&lt;br /&gt;Irfan the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;billy&lt;br /&gt;Irfan the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna drive my mercedez and see you sweep garbage&lt;br /&gt;Irfan the 'Arab' says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dam irfan..haha...but also a word of concern..thx alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-6969864265460198012?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6969864265460198012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=6969864265460198012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6969864265460198012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6969864265460198012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-of-irfan-d-arab.html' title='words of irfan d arab.'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-5266076748965345003</id><published>2008-08-07T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:27:27.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOHOHO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SJnOFesUgUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RGfw52X1mXY/s1600-h/apol+mampos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231439035701166402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SJnOFesUgUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RGfw52X1mXY/s320/apol+mampos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        A'pul dah mati,&lt;br /&gt;                                        selamat hari jadi!&lt;br /&gt;                                        I tipu je, dia masih hidup,&lt;br /&gt;                                        Tengah malas je kat gambar..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LOO WAI LOK AND SAIFUL BAHARI aka RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both happen to born on the same day, and once shared almost the same name SaiLok n Waiful..hahah.. jus kidding around,.both of them r sumhow close frens of mine, last year sat wit wai lok, this year sat wit saiful, n both shared the same birth date..hahahaha..Destiny wit ppl on the 7th of august i guess, tat sounds wrong..haha. sorry wai lok, cant find his pic anywhere, and i found a unique pic of saiful only either playing dead, pengsan, or got too much booze in his ass, mysterious pic tat i nvr manage to ask him..LOLX.. and for some trivia, me and saiful tis year sat together, same band in his band as partners guitarist, sat side by side in the exam hall, emo-ing together, eat together, etc etc etc..hahahaha..sooner or later we wil find out in the future, our house are jus side by side together as well..wth!!..ok..wish all the best to both of them.. once again HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepare to 'ready to rumble'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-5266076748965345003?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5266076748965345003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=5266076748965345003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5266076748965345003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5266076748965345003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/hohoho.html' title='HOHOHO!!'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SJnOFesUgUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RGfw52X1mXY/s72-c/apol+mampos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-4937198305951585971</id><published>2008-08-05T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:08:21.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a bad day after all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SJhbNL6aaWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mMsvFe4V8Sc/s1600-h/Sugar+glider2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231031249285048674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SJhbNL6aaWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mMsvFe4V8Sc/s320/Sugar+glider2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Cheryl's sugar glider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SJhbNXqMOWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j2HobHw_0h0/s1600-h/Sugar+glides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231031252438235490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SJhbNXqMOWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j2HobHw_0h0/s320/Sugar+glides.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     CHERYL'S SUGAR GLIDER AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 4th August 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day im suppose to have sejarah and maths tuition but for greater good of luck, theres no sejarah today due to some circumstances that im not really sure about the teacher. Good for me, I shudn have rush myself on that teh ais earlier at a mamak stall nearby, shud have take my time to shake my leg till it drop out. I just done my teh ais when Jocelyn gave me a msg that theres no sejarah, so happy to get a break from studying for an hour. I went back to the centre and found jocelyn studyin her biology, I ask her "Do you regretted for turning down my invitation to the mamak stall for a drink?" she said NO.. Ok, now I ask her go lepak wit me to ampang point, yes, she agreed to it, as we walk down the centre, she being more of a guy and me being more of a girl that is proven clearly wen theres a BLACK DISGUSTIN ROACH at d bottom of the stairs stickin to the wall, i got abit freaked 0ut by it and Jo' was like "YOU SO SCARED OF ROACH, LATER IN THE FUTURE, GOT ROACH UR WIFE CRY OUT U ALSO CRY OUT??", and what am i suppose to say, "IM GONNA JUMP ONTO THE CHAIR!!", Jo' my bro is really brave of not being scared of the roach.hahaha. seriously, I hate roaches worse than girls do i guess..urgh, disgustin being, i duwanna have the urge to kill a living thng except mosquitoes so i a roach must not appear the heaven in front of me anymore especially the big big black 1 that culd fly bout n give sum kind of scent of a detergent, sumthn like tat..eew.grosss..&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to popular bookstore, and there I was going all excited at the teen novel section bout fantasy and all, we sumhow debated abit on dragonball where i show her my super fire ball(kamehameha)..yea, that serious it gets to.hahaha..spend most of the time in the bookstore, engrossed the sight of the good books its selling. I saw the BREAKING DAWN book newly released on the shelves, honestly to say lookin at the book kinda makes me abit sad, it kinda reminded me bout some 'stuf'..finally also, i bought the book using my own money on such costly book.&lt;br /&gt;I wen to class at 6.30 for maths lesson, while in the progress of doing a work sheet, a fren of mine cheryl took out a lil creatured called the SUGAR GLIDER..i mistakenly said the SUGAR or FLYING BLADDER.. its really a nice n active creature, big eyes and soft body, look at the pic above, cant really have a good shot at it, its too active moving around. Its really ticklish wen it crawls on me.. tats all for tat day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-4937198305951585971?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4937198305951585971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=4937198305951585971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4937198305951585971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4937198305951585971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-bad-day-after-all.html' title='Not a bad day after all..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SJhbNL6aaWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mMsvFe4V8Sc/s72-c/Sugar+glider2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-6505356978647317267</id><published>2008-07-28T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:08:21.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why So Serious??..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SI3X3m4guSI/AAAAAAAAADs/EqEeiNwHqYc/s1600-h/dark_knight_joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228072092777363746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SI3X3m4guSI/AAAAAAAAADs/EqEeiNwHqYc/s320/dark_knight_joker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is monday, and its a dull day but not afta the batman fever begins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pn Jamaliah came into the class and scolded vivek for no reason and scolded saiful, she starts teaching bio alot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY SO SERIOUS??..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Andrew came into the class after break and mengamuk and scolded some guys gila gila..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY SO SERIOUS??....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used up irfan black pen and he seem to got pissed by me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY SO SERIOUS??....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Khaw start giving some words of lecture to us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY SO SERIOUS??...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teachers start catching students with long hairs n students with weird hairstyles by calling names n all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY SO SERIOUS??...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saiful saw my dick in the toilet while i was peeing and he got freak out n so over reacted by it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dude..WHY SO SERIOUS??....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chun tean got kissed by saiful today and he got over reacted as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY SO SERIOUS??...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmrw tuesday and is a cca day and its fuckin games! We jus had games last fuckin week u got dam fuckin skul@!@!@!!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but..WHY SO SERIOUS??....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COME EVERYONE, LETS ALL BE HAPPY AND LET US PUT THE SWEETEST SMILE ON ALL OF OUR FACES THAT WILL LAST FOREVER..LETS ALL NOT BE SERIOUS. LETS SMILEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inspired by, mr JOKER..villain in The Dark Knight, but hero in our hearts of reality.. hail JOKER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-6505356978647317267?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6505356978647317267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=6505356978647317267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6505356978647317267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6505356978647317267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-so-serious.html' title='Why So Serious??..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SI3X3m4guSI/AAAAAAAAADs/EqEeiNwHqYc/s72-c/dark_knight_joker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-6800070757733219117</id><published>2008-07-25T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:27:01.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jamming jinx..</title><content type='html'>Today we had jamming, n today seem to b a weird day of jammin, last jammin we were doin so well but today there is sumthn like we cant jam good anymore. Its like a jinx. Well its believe tat a fren of mine shazz hu is a christian n a strong believer in d lord christ came n it means a good holy soul has enter n gave a holy aura around d atmosphere till our so called "setan" music cant b played well. HAHAHAH.. its really weird though but i dun blame my fren, he is a nice guy,hahaha..his holy power jus misunderstood our good hearts i guess. hahaha..its jus a believe n rumours so ntg much bout it. We did hav great time though n we're gonna jam again tis sunday hopefully to rearrange everythn tat is left undone and damaged, i feel really bad if we din do well, n we must repair ourselves. Alex came for d session n its his first time coming into a jamming session where there is played only full off "u-kno-wat"..wel, cant blame him, he got not much time n is a busy person n not d pure BESI type. but he is a good bass player n can be better!. I hang around with alex alot today n find out he is great in his music his into. to Alex, WELCOME TO HELL..hahaha.. n u cant influenced me man, i stick strong to my pegangan hidup.HEHEHE. currently i tot of d name Rot In Heaven. It sounds abit too much though, but its a good name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for fun sake, here is some funny shit tat is said =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Lets play time is running out, dun u kno how to play any muse songs?&lt;br /&gt;NAz: No, i duno how play any muse, I dun listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quiet awhile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz: FUCK MUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, tats it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-6800070757733219117?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6800070757733219117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=6800070757733219117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6800070757733219117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6800070757733219117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/jamming-jinx.html' title='jamming jinx..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-4902272282955329415</id><published>2008-07-18T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:43:17.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another ordinary near puking experience.</title><content type='html'>I almost puke today again like how it goes the time I was in Great Eastern Mall buying valentines gift. I came back into the school n wen straight to the library. Yes, I started to feel dizzy n a strong puking sensation. I got no choice but to sit on d floor n half closing my eyes waitin for my dad to call. It took me a strong will to walk from the library to the car afta my dad called a few times. I cant eat the KFC zinger burger n jus drank sum hot tea n makes me feel worse, Im fightin the temptation to puke, coz wen i puke, i can puke for like the whole day*exaggerating*. serious bowel problem, finally I reached home n got safely onto my bed, I start feeling better abit lying on my bed for the moment, finally i fought thru those tough fuckin bowel moments of mine and there I am now feeling better bloggin this shit out. cool heh?. oh btw, i gotta check out Vital Remains, dam fucking cun band to hear out. found their sound in youtube, super gila babi solo in it. wateva, I heard of Global Battle Of The Bands coming n me n saiful tot of doin 2 good original songs n play them, I WAN TO JOIN! as i heard rm100, 000 is d prize for the winner!..rm20 000 is already alot for me. Can even get an engagement ring =,='''!! I gone to far out wit my words..hoho..signing off for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-4902272282955329415?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/4902272282955329415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=4902272282955329415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4902272282955329415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/4902272282955329415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-ordinary-near-puking-experience.html' title='Another ordinary near puking experience.'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-3539849526101633956</id><published>2008-07-13T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:37:16.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Environmental doomsday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my skul broke d malaysia book of records to build d largest earth made out of recyclable materials. Congrats to all, I din really do much yesterday, came late n more busy coughin n clearing mucus out of my nose. Fuckin sick on tat day. Environmental things is jus not my stuff, I jus threw a thrash right in d middle of a speech did by some guy n I jus threw it on the floor, lame huh..but I just dun really give a dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, we got into some old classic stuff like metallica and all. Naz was fucking great on the drums, really good for someone who jus practice by using imagination n doesnt have a drum set. My ear was abit deaf till the next day tat is on the 4-star environmental day. cooool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I wish my heart beats like a speeding double bass pedal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-3539849526101633956?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/3539849526101633956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=3539849526101633956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3539849526101633956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/3539849526101633956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/environmental-doomsday.html' title='Environmental doomsday'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-8158530964543269640</id><published>2008-07-11T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:38:50.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hua</title><content type='html'>Hua: Later my mum see until.&lt;br /&gt;Billy: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its late in d dawn, n im stil awake..lucky i slept alot from 9 sumthn to now. Im feeling abit sick, now gotta wake up to practice for jamming tomorrow,.cant wait to jam tmrw as there r 2 new guys to jam with. Gonna resleep again later, hopefully to c her face in my dream then i culd wake up feeling better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-8158530964543269640?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8158530964543269640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=8158530964543269640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8158530964543269640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8158530964543269640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/hua.html' title='Hua'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-7764040325561704408</id><published>2008-07-08T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:16:36.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good??</title><content type='html'>Well oh well oh well..Monday start of as any other ordinary monday except tat today we took a cab to skul. thx to d breakdown of my dads car, glad we culd make it early there, d earliest so far for this year. Armeen saw me wen we goin for the assembly, n Armeen was like BILLY WTH!!U LOOOK SO WEIRD!!hahaha..LOOK SO GOOD BOY DY! I GOT NEW NAME FOR YOU, GOOD BOEY!..i tink he said tat..wel, thx to d haircut of mine..wel, its ok, new hair, new life, n mayb new probs..no, hopefully not..sum say I look like my lil bro..not bad, his good lookin..wth.. As for today, its really a boring n feeling sick n tired day, too many free periods n tats great for me, but feeling sick today. Dont have good appetite to eat. Im gettin skinnier by d day i tink, gonna turn into jack skellington 1 day, n ppl wil start callin me jack skellington wannabe.wth.. new nick name for me, Good Boy, call me Good Boy.. nyahahaha..shud b "GOOD BOY"..nyahahaha..wakakkakaka..today is boring shit..wednesday tmrw, tuition day!..distress myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-7764040325561704408?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7764040325561704408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=7764040325561704408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7764040325561704408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7764040325561704408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/good.html' title='Good??'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-328141943317214081</id><published>2008-07-06T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:08:22.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pic for d day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SHC3K2xgRUI/AAAAAAAAACU/SLCRpkxxc5Q/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219873365252130114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SHC3K2xgRUI/AAAAAAAAACU/SLCRpkxxc5Q/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Jus a random memorial pic of 2006 took in d canteeeen, before i left the skul.. Me on d left d "goody goody" prefect, Dwayne my tou tai on d right n in d middle is erm..i cant really remember...oh hold on, wait, i tink i remember..Farid Ali..yes, im dead sure im rite, if not shoot me..lalalala..fuckin off..=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-328141943317214081?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/328141943317214081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=328141943317214081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/328141943317214081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/328141943317214081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-pic-for-d-day.html' title='Random pic for d day'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SHC3K2xgRUI/AAAAAAAAACU/SLCRpkxxc5Q/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-8960268267876661475</id><published>2008-07-06T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:13:21.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random..</title><content type='html'>Today is a sunday, its like evry normal sunday..I duno wat im feelin for today. i feel good yet not so good. I feel free but not so free. my dad's car brokedown again. Wonder wil i use tis opportunity of not goin to skul tmrw. Im feelin lazy to feel d mondays blue all over again like any other monday. I hate skul though. Malas nak study. But rajin gila nak pergi tuition..haha..&lt;br /&gt;I shud hav spend my 2 years being in hulu kelang n use d sri garden skul money for my tuition fees. haha.. Its stil an experience to b in a private skul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeeling so classsic rite now babyyyy..yea give me sum exotic love! weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-8960268267876661475?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8960268267876661475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=8960268267876661475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8960268267876661475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8960268267876661475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/random.html' title='Random..'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-5470143318252588205</id><published>2008-07-06T17:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:08:22.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gods of Thrash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SHChxpJOmlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nKx1eesPO6w/s1600-h/Masterofpuppets.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219849842352626258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SHChxpJOmlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nKx1eesPO6w/s320/Masterofpuppets.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SHCb-oBJGwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/w_tV9mgFp-s/s1600-h/Ridethelightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219843468318808834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="338" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SHCb-oBJGwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/w_tV9mgFp-s/s320/Ridethelightning.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219841267831319538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SHCZ-ikCq_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/-033uoRZyQ4/s320/kill-em-all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kill 'Em All..This is d 1st album of metallica, n yes i love their muthafuckin franatic solos in there, eventho its not as melodic as d nex album to come sooner enuf for my own opinion, jump in the fire, the four horsemen, seek and destroy, includin motorbreath is my personal fav in tat album, practice gila those songs, wish to jam tat sumday or mayb record a cover or performin it live. bored of enter sandman, shud go bak to d classic at times..to relive d old into d new era.wateva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ride the lightning.. Yes, another good album from metallica. right afta kill em all,.theres sum history of mine wit 1 of d songs in tat album. It all started off wen im jus a lil pop punk kid hu plays so much of greenday n simple n yea those kind of shit. I even became tat billie joe armstrong wannabe. Wel, til 1 day VJ a good fren of mine came n tel me to try play Fade to black by metallica,.ok to cut d story short, tats wen i started to get into metal, i actually despised metallica at 1st claimin them to b playin rubbish noise crap music,.till i really listen to them n i dump aside all those greenday n simple plan cds, n even good charlotte as wel..also includin those rap n rnb cds i got,.NO TO THEM!!..Metal all d way!..yea, n tat is kinda like our trademark song tat we wil nvr ever forget to play even how long we nvr play them.. eventho im not 100% perfect wit d song but stil at least, good to play..fade to black is 1 of metallica's earliest ballad, stil sound fuckin heavy wit their great solo in it, kirk hammet rules!..for whom d bell tolls hav a good intro riff, tat really culd make us headbang our shits out but borin weird outro they hav.. ride the lightning is my fav song tat i like it more than fade to black, d song intro, to d bridge n d solo, really heart pumping to play it, i gotta learn bak d song,. ride d lightning is d man in tat album!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Master Of Puppets.. The king of all metal albums so far, tat influence many metal bands n guitarists mayb includin me, generally to say, its metallica tat influence me into my playin n all but those 1st 3 albums r d fuckin best of them all..master of puppets hav really brutal riffs n speedin melodic solo, eventho their solo is short compare to their 1st 2 albums, stil its fuckin killin all bapok solos of them all..yea!!!..I use to play n stop at d solos, but i was determined to play master of puppets solo til i started playin solos in any music i like,.took me weeks to master d solo..d fast solos r really a killer tat time.. battery has catchy intro n hybrid speedy solos as well, nice riff for d verse, dam heavy, sanitarium a good ballad in there,.n d heavist off all in tat album is Damage Inc!..yea, tat song is d most perfect in melody in d album..d solos r incredible!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To any1 hu starts playin gtr or wateva, do listen to metallica 1st 3albums..is a must..especially master of puppets album i highly reccomend..pluckin, strummin, soloin u can find all tat in metallica, d GODS or SATAN of evry music in terms of metal or rock!..haahaha...hail metallica..hail kirk hammetT..signin off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-5470143318252588205?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/5470143318252588205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=5470143318252588205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5470143318252588205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/5470143318252588205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/gods-of-thrash.html' title='Gods of Thrash'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SHChxpJOmlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nKx1eesPO6w/s72-c/Masterofpuppets.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-6115282369301903813</id><published>2008-07-05T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:08:23.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SG8sbx7f0qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JJDr7LIg_FY/s1600-h/dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219439348916671138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SG8sbx7f0qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JJDr7LIg_FY/s320/dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rite, tats d guy name Dead, use to b a member of Mayhem, due to sum bloody circumstances, tat is he shot himself wit a shotgun, so he is outta mayhem for good. tats an album cover wit d image of his splattered brains. There r rumours d members of Mayhem uses his smash up skull n made it into necklace. yes, they r fuckin bloody gruesome n cool at d same time. oh wel, those r jus rumours, but bout Dead hu shot himself, tats true. from wat i read, it stated tat he is obssessed wit death n wanna experienced it himself. tats really cool..i shud try tat someday too since im obssessed wit DEATH as wel.=,='..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, sumthn kinda outta topic, i jus link sum ppl, n realised tat mostly bloggers r females n famous bloggers too r mostly females. gals do like to talk alot n say alot. gossip here, gossip there. say tis, say tat..yea, females do like to talk alot jus like mums like to nag alot!.. i talk alot too at time, i even beat sum females in it..haha..wtf!..aite, signin out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-6115282369301903813?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/6115282369301903813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=6115282369301903813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6115282369301903813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/6115282369301903813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/dead.html' title='DEAD!!'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZmDzHhfao0/SG8sbx7f0qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JJDr7LIg_FY/s72-c/dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2724719621789245425.post-2948090600759684945</id><published>2008-07-05T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:05:34.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn over a new world</title><content type='html'>Dawn over a new world..  yea, got inspired to blog sumthn tat i duno wat isit to come out afta listenin to tat song entitled Dawn over a new world. many thngs happen lately, too many thngs happen in a short while lately, wat r d thngs?..left to b unsaid for now..its stil too fresh to b said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lost d most important 1 in my  life for now, u kno, its like a wasted life without "tat", soon to realise d true happiness is actually havin "tat" being wit me, i kinda felt lost though.. Soon enuf i gonna start a new life, hopefully afta spm where i can play music wit members everyday, n can go to lots of gigs, n sweetest memories shall jus b kept hidden inside of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i kno bout everythn, mayb i kno or duno, i shall fulfill 1 or 2 sentence i said b4, I had sworn to love her forever n also its on my wil as wel, n to always hav her in my heart even wen we wont ever b together again,.yes, d "tat" is actually her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadin only my own life rite now, lets c how it goes..on to my aim..to infinity n beyond!!..wtf..better to fraternity to b assassins tat culd bend bullets n soumersault cars around..wateva.. yes, jus another ordinary story, signin off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-2948090600759684945?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/2948090600759684945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=2948090600759684945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2948090600759684945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/2948090600759684945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/dawn-over-new-world.html' title='Dawn over a new world'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-8054786532649207773</id><published>2008-07-04T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:08:21.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New words.</title><content type='html'>Hey there all of ya!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is my new god dam blog!.yes thx to my frens danang, waishin n sukhwa for helpin me in completing tis blog to b used..wel not really complete, i cant c d full layout, wtf!! nvm, hu cares..im using tis blog once n for all..i d old blog of mine name trespassmymind.blogspot.com tat came from diabolitica due to changes of sum technical shits.. I not gonna use tat blog anymore coz of sumthn, tat i duwan it to b gone, if any1 got a time to c then u wil kno y, i duwan tat last post to fade away by other post of mine wit crazy fuck n fuck around..tats d happiest post i ever had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got not much time to say much..stay tune for d nex post by fuckngrind!..yea..signin  off!!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-8054786532649207773?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/8054786532649207773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=8054786532649207773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8054786532649207773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/8054786532649207773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-words.html' title='New words.'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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-2724719621789245425.post-7631662265523649510</id><published>2008-07-04T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:15:29.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lo</title><content type='html'>HI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2724719621789245425-7631662265523649510?l=fuckngrind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/feeds/7631662265523649510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2724719621789245425&amp;postID=7631662265523649510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7631662265523649510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2724719621789245425/posts/default/7631662265523649510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuckngrind.blogspot.com/2008/07/lo.html' title='lo'/><author><name>The grinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08049294608151364052</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></feed>
