<?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-19985634</id><updated>2011-12-04T04:19:56.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whimsical nonsense</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-2293310863979820714</id><published>2007-10-17T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:12:28.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNOUNCEMENT</title><content type='html'>Dear people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some unsavoury comments which i have received, i have decided to stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-2293310863979820714?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/2293310863979820714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=2293310863979820714&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/2293310863979820714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/2293310863979820714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2007/10/announcement.html' title='ANNOUNCEMENT'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-1237946699220024665</id><published>2007-09-24T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:11:45.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>Happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on, my apologies for the somewhat sporadic postings….its not only my postings which are sporadic, even my gf is complaining i see her sporadically?? hehe...Firstly I have been busy as hell here in the Bank and secondly, the Bank’s server is a bit bonkers…sometimes its ok and other times it not…so bear with me people…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hullo people….a lot of interesting things have been happening of late, there was the swim across the Malacca straits, the burning of the Malaysian flag, smelly farts in confined places and a whole host of other embarrassing and dim witted things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know the reason for this one chap in his early twenties wanting to swim across the Malacca straits? Why does he do it? Its not as if it has not been done before. Or is the thought of getting into the Malaysian book of records that appealing to suffer fish bites, stinging jelly fish, balls freezing cold water and aches, cramps and all other ills and pains associated with swimming for an excess of 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit you get tv coverage, you get a politician in the form of KJ swimming with you, you get honors, your family gets to become tv personalities, albeit lasting only as long as the chap is in the water, you get to appear on tv and radio where you do interviews….ok, then what? Is all this fame worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one do not think so, I think its all pretty stupid to go risk life and limb just to get into the so called Malaysian record books and what do you get out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was also reading about the nurin jazmin case and the finality of it all. How DNA tests were carried out to determine the identity of the corpse, how she was stuffed into a sports bag all naked, with vegetables stuck up her vagina and ass..if I am not mistaken, it was a cucumber and something else…how in the right frame of mind can a human actually stuff these things into someone? I mean hello people, either you are human, inhuman or a beast, go figure? Someone must be really sick to stuff those things into a person so young and so innocent, not to say that older and non innocent people can be the victims…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have read from some readers as to the punishment that should be meted out to the offender/ beast? Some say for every Malaysian to slap him once, another asked the offender to be sodomised, another for the offender to be chained and caned….for me, the most rightful punishment that could be meted out to someone like this is for the person to suffer the same fate as the victim..stuff vegetables….something like an orange inside the ass and maybe a pensil into his penis and stuff him into a garbage bag……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well…tell me what you think people…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-1237946699220024665?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/1237946699220024665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=1237946699220024665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/1237946699220024665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/1237946699220024665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2007/09/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-890772573188802294</id><published>2007-09-04T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:15:28.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people, I just got back from a beach holiday!! 4 days of beach and sun was totally amazing!!! I am feeling relaxed, tanned and definitely happier courtesy of the surprise all expense paid holiday by my gf!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts from the holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a major booboo when I forgot to bring the gift I bought for my gf, so had to rush back home with her, luckily it was just nearby, we were departing from subang airport by the way. We then got onto a Fokker 50 plane!! Heheh, you know those propeller plane kinda thingy, it was totally crazy..the cabin smelled of jet fuel and was dark, air conditioning wasn’t working very well, but it was an experience!! My baby was air sick all the way to the island!! Heheh…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First glimpse from the cabin window was the sandy beaches!! Yahoo!!!!! And thought I was in heaven..FYI, I have this thing about beaches, love em’ to bits! We landed and the airport was erm…quaint?! It was all wood and creaking fans and heh, state of the art computers!! Heheh…..there was no baggage claim, the baggage handlers just shoved all the bags from the plane onto a trolley and rolled it out to the quaint airport so we just took our bags direct from the trolley!! Hehehehe….this was going to be one hell of a holiday!!!!i was already beginning to fall in love with the island!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the hotel and quickly got to our chalet!!! Hehe..nice….was expecting it to be some tall building in the middle of the forest, but the hotel had nice chalets all over the compound!! Although a major grouse was the tv!! Some channels were not working and the tv was placed in the most inconvenient and least strategic location!!!! I had a crick in my neck afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time at the beaches..the water was clear as glass….i mean for real ok!! We were wading in knee deep and I could see my toenails!! Heheh….got a nice tan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite time was spent playing pool and arcade games in the games room, a nice way to whilst the time away, there was a beach bar cum club thingy, but was kinda lame!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went snorkeling too!! First time snorkeling…we went to three areas on a speed boat!! The ride was fun but very bumpy cause we were caught in bad weather and gf had sea sickness!! Hehe..she was all crouched up in the towel!! Pity her…..but she put up a brave front and I was proud of her!!! The fishies were colourful and the corals were nice…I wouldn’t mind scuba diving there…….trying to get gf to try scuba…who knows, she just might……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a hoot the last day trying to take pictures!! We were doing the self timer thingy and it was just hilarious, although we did get some very nice and funny pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great holiday!! Thank you baby boing boing for the superb holidays!!!!heheh…by the way, we went to tioman!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-890772573188802294?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/890772573188802294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=890772573188802294&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/890772573188802294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/890772573188802294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2007/09/holiday.html' title='Holiday!!!!!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-5178556592737900988</id><published>2007-08-21T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:18:30.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob Stiles</title><content type='html'>ROB STILES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody cockamamie referee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the numbskull who reffed the Liverpool v. Chealsea match. The worst kind of referee on the planet of this earth who has the eyesight of a rhino and the ass of a dump truck! Because of his decision, Liverpool had to draw the match when it was so obvious that Liverpool were the better team! Oh well, cest la vie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own tournament this weekend, the independence cup. And trust me, I’ll more to write of the idiots who ref and marshall a game. I know they are humans too, but c’mon, dun make stoopid mistakes on the big decisions that could cost a team the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have as always been a keen observer of the way people dress….the way they walk, the way they do their hair, the way they gesture, the jewelry they wear and stuff like that. I was in a course yesterday and was as usual, sitting at the very back observing people. There were two who caught my eye, this one girl, who was obviously a student and another, whom I assumed just started working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl whom I guess was a student, was wearing faded super low rise blue jeans with a white baby tee. She came in late, was talking on the phone and yes, everyone was staring at her, either cause she was disturbing the class or cause she wasn’t dressed like the others. She sat at the table next to mine. So I had someone to observed the whole course, and hello, I did listen to the speakers!!!! After observing her awhile, it was safe to assume that she was a rich student! She was using this nokia n90 phone and she was taking out her lecture notes!! I mean, which student would pay a couple of hundred bucks just to attend a half day talk?? Anyways. She was good eye candy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other I assume was a fresh graduate as she was the sexiest one there, in my eyes of course. She was wearing a short skirt with a slit and a tight white shirt which was unbuttoned at the top….nice…she had the ass and the cleavage to do justice….you know why I think she was a fresh graduate who just started working…..people who have worked a couple of years, their dressing would be somewhat more lax and more jaded…they dun bother to make things fresh and just wear whatever they want, whether it looks good or not. They just dun seem to be bothered. And this is sad. I mean, whatever we wear reflects ourselves. You would obviously want to make a good impression dun you, good impression equals to being noticed. Not to say that by wearing nice stuff it guarantees you a promotion, well, I hope not, or that girl who have been a ceo by now….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’m always of the opinion, your work clothes have to make you look good and when you feel good, you feel better able to perform at work……like today for example, I’m wearing a pink shirt with cuff links with a white tie with pink and red flowers and I feel good, well, I have to cause I got tones of work to finish, which reminds me, I gotta go…..till next time…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-5178556592737900988?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/5178556592737900988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=5178556592737900988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/5178556592737900988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/5178556592737900988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2007/08/rob-stiles.html' title='Rob Stiles'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-1792522819604524802</id><published>2007-08-13T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:33:16.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yonks</title><content type='html'>YONKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was my first posting in yonks! I think it was about for 7 months or so. Once again, I feel compelled to apologise for the prolonged absence. I was either too pre-occupied with my life (not much of a life, but I’m still too pre-occupied!) or I just ran out of things to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at this present moment, I am busy trying to get into shape for the upcoming independence cup (paintball competition for those not in the know or have not been reading my postings, I dun blame you actually, I’m a bit of a bore) scheduled for this end of August. So that means, getting my fitness up ( I pant and wheeze even when going up 2 flights of stairs!), meaning running and running and running…yesterday was forced to run in the rain, but heck, I needed it, was becoming to soft (its like when you prod one end of my tummy, the other side shakes as if an earthquake was happening!!!) round the middle and my spare tyre was turning from a bicycle tyre to a car tyre (normally those found on ferraris and porches, not found on kenaris or kancils!!!), which is no good. Need to get my awareness up, so that means playing as many games as possible and that means spending money on pellets and that means getting bruises, either of which I definitely can do without. I’m already skint, so the extra expenditure is already no good, and I’m already ugly as a constipated pig, so I dun need the bruises…damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, a bit about work. As you all know, I’m a banker now!! No more a stock broker. Been a banker for the last 3 months actually in a local bank located in kl, more specifically near pudu. Work is not too bad, I get to go back early at 5.45pm everyday, the workload is not too crazy, not as bad as my previous company, its also not too hectic, very manageable actually, but heck, the timelines and deadlines are killing me. I used to dictate the deadlines, but nowadays, timelines and deadlines get dictated by other people, so its like a mad rush everyday trying to meet the deadlines!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I’m working with are not too bad, there are some colourful characters in the office, my boss is cool, she 40+ and she goes for kickboxing classes every week!!!!, I’ve got another counsel who is a triathlete and another who goes for dance classes!!!!  So yeah, its not too bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I’ve got to rush rush rush, I’ll scribble summore when I have the time…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-1792522819604524802?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/1792522819604524802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=1792522819604524802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/1792522819604524802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/1792522819604524802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2007/08/yonks.html' title='Yonks'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-1097806453339080860</id><published>2007-08-08T08:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T09:08:38.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWOL</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, its been ages since I last updated this online diary of mine. I apologise profusely for not updating or providing insights to my somewhat rather, dare I say it, oh well, yeah, why not, colourful life!! Haha…yeah right……!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons (excuses??) for being absent from this blog all this while is, well, I have been rather busy, quitting my old job at a stock broking ( I learned heaps of things and I owe my CFO and my ex boss a huge debt for teaching me everything I learned!!) company what with my new job!! Heh, I’m a banker now (for the last 3 months actually) by the way and of course, the newest and most latest addition in my life, a sweet (and sometimes spicy) lil (literally) girl by the name of di***….heh, heh, yes, I am attached now….for the last 7 months actually…oh and not to forget, I am also the proud father of……hahaha…a new female Persian cat called Geboo!!! Heheh…irish eyes, the name reeks of the kitten we had in Aber doesn’t it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t blogged for so long that I am at a loss for words at what to scribble down….well, lets describe a bit of my partner, I think most of my friends, other than my paintballing friends have not met her…so here a brief description…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of average height (maybe on the shorter side), of medium weight (well…maybe a bit on the lighter side, not skinny tho), hair past the shoulders (well past the shoulders) and, remember my fetish!! Well, she fits that bill description nicely!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met her during the last world cup asia in December….and things just started rolling on from there…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok people, I gotta go and do work!!! Irish eyes…apologies bro for not updating, this comeback is specially for you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-1097806453339080860?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/1097806453339080860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=1097806453339080860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/1097806453339080860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/1097806453339080860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2007/08/awol_08.html' title='AWOL'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116919441668731309</id><published>2007-01-19T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:13:36.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLA BLA AND BLA! A SELF-DESCRIPTION</title><content type='html'>Hello People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple BUT somewhat deluded description of yours truly:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I look like, ogre-ish obviously, that goes un-said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short, but not too short to not qualify as a steward, I do qualify to be a MAS steward, but maybe a bit too old now.&lt;br /&gt;Over weight, but not fat, but I do have a tummy and no, its not a result of excessive drinking!&lt;br /&gt;Dark, or maybe tanned but definitely not fair skinned, too much staying out in the sun for paintball I guess&lt;br /&gt;Short hair, but sometimes when I get lazy, I’ll let it grow to something messy&lt;br /&gt;Clean cut unless I procrastinate on shaving, then I’ll have stubble&lt;br /&gt;No glasses nor do I wear contacts, although I sometimes wish I did. It would give some character to my dull plain looking face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those things which i wear to cover my dangling bits and to look pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun care much about dressing, I normally just put on whatever is at hand. &lt;br /&gt;Office wear normally would be dark coloured pants, light coloured shirts and black lace ups, but I do have an affinity for the colour pink and French cuffs and NO tie or suits! Unless the occasion demands it&lt;br /&gt;Normal everyday wear depends on my mood, you are most likely to see me in Bermudas, tees, a cap and flip flops walking around the shopping malls. &lt;br /&gt;If I have a specific destination that requires a somewhat proper dress code, then you will most probably see me in loafers (I adore loafers and slip-ons) never lace ups, corduroy pants (I’m into this cords phase now, a while back it was denims) and un-tucked long sleeve shirts.&lt;br /&gt;I ACCESSORIZE!!! Heh, a thumb ring on my left hand and a bracelet round my right wrist and also a chain with a ring hanging on it on my neck. I also used to wear this brown leather strap/ rope thingy tied round my left ankle, but I took it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I do, stuff like digging my nose and flicking the booger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, when I have the time and moolah, it would definitely be traveling. I’m not one of those louis vuitton toting tourists! Nor will you see me at any fancy upper crust hotels, I’m more of a back packer kinda person who prefers walking around with a back pack and staying in those back packer places or youth hostels. Favourite destinations would be beaches, ipanema beach in rio de Janeiro would be great, especially with those teensy weensy thongs walking all about! or maybe Budapest. Although I certainly won’t turn down an offer to go to Paris ( the district of Montmarte is superb to have those late afternoon lattes whilst people watching!) or London (I love covent garden and notting hill! Especially those people who busker for a living!).&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with the arts, well theater actually, been going for theater since the late 90’s. Whether it is a musical show like CATS or Puteri Gunung Ledang or the crazy antics and somewhat crude jokes of indi and allan, you will see me there, whether alone or with a partner either laughing my guts out or deep in thought, especially if the show was thought provoking enough like Betrayal shown at KLPac. Heh, I remembered watching this independent/ experimental film, also at KLPac at one of its experimental rooms, where this guy, maybe about 25 I think and this really old lady actually French kissing and doing the horizontal tango! Totally mind boggling!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if I’m in the mood for a bit of dressing up, you will see me at the MPO, all splendid in my suit! Heh, I bet I look like a penguin when I’m dressed like that!&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not traveling or going for shows, I’ll be at home in front of the teevee and becoming a couch potato! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other boring stuff which you do not need to know but I want you to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails! Hands only of course, but if I could, those toe nails do look appetizing!&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I like to dig my nose? Oh yeah I did. Man! Those boogers inside my nose can get really nasty! All slimy and goo-ey and with the most lovely shades of brown, green and yellow!&lt;br /&gt;I fart, holy hell I do! Loud ones! Although the silent ones are the killers. Jeez, the smell is just like, hmmm, well its as if you haven’t shat for months and ages and its like a combination of durian, spoilt curry and sour milk!! Heheh, hey, wonder why they call it eau de toilette when it does not smell anything like the public toilets, especially those found in some restaurants, just puke worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways people, just a colourful description of ME! ME! And ME! (I know salah England, nak wat cammana!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116919441668731309?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116919441668731309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116919441668731309&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116919441668731309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116919441668731309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2007/01/bla-bla-and-bla-self-description.html' title='BLA BLA AND BLA! A SELF-DESCRIPTION'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116858622595868299</id><published>2007-01-12T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:17:05.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawns &amp; Frowns</title><content type='html'>Hello People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KLPac last evening to watch this show called betrayal. I wasn’t supposed to but due to a last minute pull out by another person, my friend called me as she knew I was interested in these kinda things. So there I was with this hot looking Chinese chick wearing this low rise jeans with a shapely ass and another hot looking malay chick with an equally curvaceous ass. Yummy! Totally orgasmic experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly I was glad that she had called as it has been yonks since I last attended theater. Well, the show was called Betrayal and the main cast consisted of Ari Ratos and Bernice Chauly and one other guy whom I thought walked rather funnily which the malay girl with the curvaceous ass quietly concurred to my thoughts. This person who walked funny played a somewhat forgettable role, thank God as I was freakingly irritated everytime he took to stage!. Ari and Bernice, both of which I have to say carried their roles superbly, even kissing scenes were well done. I certainly wouldn’t mind locking lips with the luscious Bernice…vava voom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something piqued my curiosity. The whole play except for when they were doing the drunk party scene was done in this very monotonous deadpan tone. I mean there were hardly any facial expression, no gestures and certainly no emotions. I had discussed this issue at length and with me trying to mimic the intonation, which I have to add ended up sounding as if I had something in my throat, no it was not another guy’s dick and I have not turned gay yet!!! (cough cough), with my friend and the both of us couldn’t come up with a satisfying answer as to why they chose to the play is such a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a theory that they wanted the audience to just concentrate on the script and dialogue and not be distracted by their acting skills. Heh, I think there were more yawns due to the boring monotony rather than the frowns of people deep in concentration! The dialogue was very well written and was very deep and needed concentration from the audience to grasp the concept of the play. That’s my guess as to why it was done with such monotony. But then again I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a grouse in how they depicted the roles they played. If I were to bring a first time theater go-er to watch such a play, I am very sure that person would have left with much skepticism as to why people would actually want to part with their hard earned dollars and cents to watch such a boring show. I would have thought that the producers should have informed the theater go-ers that it was an experimental play so as not to drive away would be future theater go-ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the evening ended up with more questions than answers. Although I have to admit, the Chinese girl I was out with together with the malay chick, I could never figure out whether she was wearing thongs, strings or grandmothers..oh well….cest la vie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116858622595868299?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116858622595868299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116858622595868299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116858622595868299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116858622595868299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2007/01/yawns-frowns.html' title='Yawns &amp; Frowns'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-116779306231591673</id><published>2007-01-03T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T10:57:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 &amp; 2007</title><content type='html'>Hello People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2006 have gone and 2007 has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things had happened to me during the last year, most of which I had already chronicled in my blog. Good and bad things, things which made me deliriously happy and things which made me reflect back on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things which made me happy include:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.      Winning the MPOC 2006, we kick some serious ass!&lt;br /&gt;2.      Finally getting recognized for my efforts at work, after a lot of sweat and tears&lt;br /&gt;3.      Buying the phone which I have wanted all this while, finally!&lt;br /&gt;4.      Travelling to places which I have never been before, you should some of the asses I saw!! Totally orgasmic!&lt;br /&gt;5.      Finding new places to hang out, chillin out with a great view of KL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6.      Asses!! Curvy yummy sexy thong wearing asses!! G strings are nice too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7.      Me learning to be more relaxed, you would most probably find me in flip flops, cap and Bermudas/ surfer shorts most of the time now&lt;br /&gt;8.      And a lot more….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things which made me sad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at work which almost made me resign, office politics as usual&lt;br /&gt;Paintball politics, it’s a bleeding small community, so stop it already&lt;br /&gt;Women wearing grandmother panties..no comment&lt;br /&gt;Petrol and Toll increase, this is pure bull shit!&lt;br /&gt;Not going for theater as much as I wanted to!!&lt;br /&gt;Financial woes, this will always be in my list!!!&lt;br /&gt;And a few personal stuff which I rather not include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope for 2007, I will have less things to be sad about and more things to be happy about….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone, happy 2007 and have a smashing year….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year’s motto and my life motto actually…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“live fast, play hard &amp; die young!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116779306231591673?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116779306231591673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116779306231591673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116779306231591673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116779306231591673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-2007.html' title='2006 &amp; 2007'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116772683130068577</id><published>2007-01-02T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:33:51.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toll hike!</title><content type='html'>Hello people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just drove from Subang to Cheras and had to go thru a few tolls. and bloody hell, do you know the toll prices have gone up. Crikey! from RM1.00 to RM1.60 and another toll from RM1.50 to RM2.20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell people. i mean if it was like RM0.10 or RM0.20 i can still accept. but this is freaking RM0.70. You gotta be joking for God's sake. I mean the traffic is still the same and lanes are still the same and the people manning the toll booths are still the same! the girls are forever not good looking and the guys are always "muka pecah". what the hell. and the manners are worse, nary a smile or a good morning or a friendly greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world have the prices gone up. i dun see the roads being improved? i dun see any increase in the toll booths. traffic is still the same, the roads still have pot holes and bumps. so what the heck is the increase for? i thot that the toll would ce decreasing and not increasing. afterall, we have been paying toll for yonk years and now it has been increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where the money will be going. To finance samy vellu's God awful new wig? the current one looks like a dead rat which got steamrolled! or is it to buy another car for samy's new mistress? it looks better in the roads than on his head! or is it to finance some of his blardy officers to do site visits whilst at the same time indulging in alcohol, women and God knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increase the tolls but at the same time make sure the roads are good, no pot holes or bumps, no more traffic and at the very least put more booths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to more mundane matters like girls girls and mor girls! heheheh anyways, actually i dun have any thots on girls but i think i wanna be gay instead, sometimes girls are just a oain in the you know what...such a pain! i think i prefer to have a dick stuffed up my ass than a girl nag nagging in my ears or ....nevermind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116772683130068577?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116772683130068577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116772683130068577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116772683130068577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116772683130068577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2007/01/toll-hike.html' title='toll hike!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116727234244165645</id><published>2006-12-28T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T10:19:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more days till the new year. I know some of you will be busy making their new year resolutions and some of us, more particularly yours truly, can’t be bothered by making any new resolutions. I’d never fulfill them. So it would be just a waste of time and paper! Heh, actually I’m just lazy and also a procrastinator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year parties are just around the corner and its also a long weekend! Hooray! Finally a break, a well deserved break from the monotony of working life! I can’t wait for alcohol fuelled nights, a plethora of choices ranging from your moet chandon to your bollinger, to your chivas and belvedere vodka…..burp! pasta, lasagna, pizza, lamb, curry suppers and late nite take outs, smoking weed taking ecstacy, snorting powder, bonking your friends baby sister, the maid and the busty waitress wearing the bunny ears!! It will be drink, eat, get a high and be merry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think I will be doing, all the above or will I be spending a quiet nite at home watching tv whilst eating popcorn and curling up on the sofa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda person do you think I am??  Comments please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I’ve got a grouse which I have to air out. It happened a couple of days ago. I was paying my phone bill at the counter at the HQ of this TelCo company located at Jln Semarak, there were two queues of people lining up to pay their bills. I think there were maybe about 15 of us, when, to my utter disgust and disappointment one of the freaking counters closed. The person at the cashier had to go for lunch. Granted that it was lunch time, but still, when you have about 15 people waiting in line you just can’t close the counter and go for lunch. Argh! And they pride themselves in serving the customer! Hogwash that’s what I say! So all those who had waited in THAT particular queue had to move to the  other line, including yours truly and so the waiting began! I waited for about 20 minutes to pay my stoopid bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean c’mon, you see a long queue, you dun just get off your fat cellulite laden ass and go for lunch! you are in the service industry for god’s sake. Either you stay in your bloody cushy seat, or if you can’t resist gorging yourself, get a replacement or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouwh, and by the way people, do not be misled by the comments by some people in my earlier comments stating that I am sexy and hot and etc etc. heh, I’m short, definitely ugly and fat. What else? Hmm, I’ve got bad hair, crooked teeth and a lousy sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year and have a good one folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116727234244165645?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116727234244165645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116727234244165645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116727234244165645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116727234244165645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-people-few-more-days-till-new.html' title=''/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116677634983660801</id><published>2006-12-22T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:01:35.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud, glorious mud!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7937/1989/1600/355251/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7937/1989/320/949197/48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a picture taken at the last World Cup Asia 2006 held in Bukit Jalil from the 8th till the 10th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather was not too bad during the tourney proper but the heavens opened up during the nite and voila!!! It was a glorious mud bath. Notice the splish splash of mud with every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats me in front with the red mask with mirror chrome lenses and no! i'm not that fat nor that bulky, its just the pods which i had put into my jersey cause my hands were holding the match slip and my marker, a proto 2006 clear, using a 14 inch ultralite barrel with psp board complete with capped ramping modes allowing a shooting speed of 15 pellets per second and a vlocity loader which with the correct setting can feed up to 32 pellets per second, my baby on the field! This baby rocked my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do too bad, we were ranked overall forth in Asia and hopefully next year high enough to get onto the podium. Throughout the year, we played 3 PALS series. The first in Taiwan where we got 8th placing, the second in Thailand where we managed 5th placing and finally Malaysia where we got 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, hopefully we will be competing in more international events. It'll be nice to meet up with old friends, renew acquaintences, party like there is no tomorrow and play as if your life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, and oh yeah, the babes that normally can be seen at international tourneys are like wow. I've have seen some pretty sexy babes when i was in Paris for the Millenium, not as a player but as an observer. I had the best seat in the house and was busy snapping pictures of girls in tight baby tees, bikini tops and tubes! In Bangkok, well we had models walking around the fields, i dunno why, but it did lighten up the atmosphere and for me, it was nice eye candy! nothing provocative obviously but definitely a welcome sight as compared to seeing other paintballers drenched in paint and sweat. they were there in tight hugging hipsters, tank tops with hair all made up and a face full of make up! heh, if you knew my fetish for asses, then you knew i had a field day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of girls, i was hanging out at the paintball command centre admiring the view of the girls walking by. Not too bad, the obvious attractions were definitely on a particular group of girls who calls themselves venus. But at the same time, i was somewhat distracted by another girl who was manning the command centre. She was wearing a sleeveless tee shirt with a british flag, not too bad i guess, but she stood out the most because she was "comot"..hmm, what is the translation for "comot" erm, it is certainly not cute, not adorable either, but somewhat messy but attractive? hmm..i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ok, enough of girls and asses, more on paintball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a sport of pure adrenaline rush. That 5 minutes you are on the field, you block out everything, you focus your mind, your breathing quickens, muscles tensed and just concentrate on getting the opponents out. On the word go, your mind starts racing on reading and out witting your opponents, working out the angles best for defence and attack, co-ordinating your team mates, fingers working overtime to unload a hellish hail of pellets on the opponents, slide into bunkers, you curse, you shout, you shoot and you will be shot at! that i can guarantee and when you win, its like utter bliss, especially when you go up against a worthy opponent and had played your guts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have played till near collapse, twice almost blacking out due to exhaustion, been shot at from less than 10 feet and tearing a chunk of skin and flesh and once been shot direct on the mask with the shell of the pellets breaking and cutting up my lips and mouth. But i have persisted thru numerous injuries and have played thru pain barriers and have come up on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the team, Xtioneer Mayhem whose sole purpose of existence is to compete internationally and hopefully put Malaysia on the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116677634983660801?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116677634983660801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116677634983660801&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116677634983660801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116677634983660801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/12/mud-glorious-mud.html' title='Mud, glorious mud!?'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116641795715371724</id><published>2006-12-18T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:59:17.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2, 3, 4 or a dozen kids</title><content type='html'>hi people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this interesting conversation with a friend recently.&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about thenumber of kids a couple shud have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i noticed, well actually we noticed that most malay families who are earning well below the average income bracket have a lot of kids. you know, sometimes majalah 3 highlights the plights of these family and i never fail to notice that these family will at least have a dozen kids or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their living conditions are deplorable, food is scarce and basic amenities like heat and water are not existent. i pity these people but i pity their kids even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are brought up into this world without a fighting chance to succeed in life and most of them will have a rather bleak future. there will be one or two miracles along the way who will be come successful and there will always be the opportunity that one of these girls have talent like siti and make a gazillion bucks, but thats just the minority. most of these unfortunate kids will end up as beggars, fall sick due to malnutricient or become theives just to support themselves. i am sure they do not want to resort to such means of livelihood but do they have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their parents are working like dogs trying to make ends meet, their elder children in the family will have to take care of their siblings cause mummy and daddy are working and the younger ones are left to their own devices and make good of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids are not giving a fighting chance to get a basic education to fend for themselves in future, these kids are not given money or books or medical attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rant here is two fold. to the families of these unfortunate kids and to the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the families or their parents should have the foresight that they will only make it worse for their kids by having more and more kids. they cannot even ensure of taking care of one child and they have another and another and another. granted they may be pious and do not want to interrupt with nature or gods gift, but hello people, the kids that you bring onto this world will suffer the same fate that you are suffering. i would have thought as parents, these people would be more responsible and try to give the very best for their kids, but how is it possible when you have ten mouths to feed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, as a future, well hopefully future parent do not want my kids to suffer the fate of these people, i want to give the best chance possible for my kids, i want them to lead a better life than what i am currently living. i am sure everyone has the same motive but most of the times, they either veer of course of they just succumb to their owns needs and wants. i do not want to become an irresponsible parent and bring up my kids will nary a chance to succeed in life. NO WAY will i allow that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the government, they are more interested in making visits to faraway places under the pretence of studying the water sewage treatment, the management council. all pure bullshit and hogwash. now they are trying to educate or make good this rempits aka bastards and sluts. why for gods sake do you want to acknowlege these people and trying to rally them into becoming good citizens? these people are just trash which we need to get rid of. instead of using the money to help these rempits, money would be well spent on ensuring that proper basic education and health is made available to the poor folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well people, i may sound harsh but thats just the reality of life in my bloodshot and swollen eyes due to erratic sleeping patterns and cigarettes smoke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116641795715371724?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116641795715371724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116641795715371724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116641795715371724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116641795715371724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/12/2-3-4-or-dozen-kids.html' title='2, 3, 4 or a dozen kids'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116599163294473817</id><published>2006-12-13T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T15:56:45.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>viagra, babes and rempits</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a freakingly long time since i last blogged, apologies dear blog, but i have just been very busy with so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been very busy with either work or paintball or my somewhat pitiful existence as a person.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just concluded the World Cup Asia last sunday and it was a blast, well for me at least. again my team failed to reach the semis for the second time, but it was close, very close. anyways, i think by the end of the tourney, we either ended up being seventh or eigth. no idea actually. i enjoyed myself, met up with old friends had a few laughs and a whole shit load of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a few blogs today, i know i know i should be doing work, but for the life of me, i just can't seem to turn my somewhat miniscule grey matter to work! it just keeps crashing! heh, so i have been amusing myself reading the blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular blog amused me somewhat. it was written by a girl i think and she was discussing the a to z on the art of giving a blow job. the graphic details of it was incredibly erm..graphic! hehe...anyways, she knows the way to a man's heart is not thru the stomach but thru a good ol fashion fist humping lip smacking toungue licking blow job! whoever gets this girl, i can promise you one hell of a ride! if she practises what she preaches of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously i am a red hot blooded male species who would obviously love to be humping all hours of the day rather than typing my blog but what can i do right?! you see, whether we like it or not, a guy would obviously think of sex maybe its not the most predominant thought but no matter how pious he is, he will still think with his little head. i know i do and i guess most of the time too but its only natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for a girl who is obviously good looking, good in satisfying my sexual desires but above all i look for a girl who can and will complete and complement me. you see, not every 34 24 34 girl will make you happy for the rest of your life, its either she will start having bits hanging here and there or your lil buddy just refuses to be awake! thats when we start to rely on the modern sciences. the wonders of viagra or botox treatment and make overs..you know the drill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but will you be happy for the rest of your life? most probably you will be happy horizontally doing the tango but will you be happy vertically talking to stretched skin, botox lips and breast implants? i dunno about you but i know i wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd settle for a plain ordinary looking girl who may not have jolie's bee stung lips or julia's mona lisa smile, boobs the size of melons like anderson or a booty like beyonce, but at least she has to be pleasing to the eye but with wit, humour, character and brains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had girls with superb looking bodies but my God, what a temper!! i have had girls who do not have a body but are so freaking shallow but i have also had girls who had brains, who had wit and who had humour and honestly, i was happy with these kinda girls who did not have the physical beauty of the God venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, maybe i am choosy as how one other blogger put it, maybe i am waiting for a lost cause and maybe just maybe i might be gay?! heh..who knows right.....but bottom line is at least for me, i would definitely fall for a girl who has the looks, but i would most definitely stay with a girl with the type of personality and character that i am looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i've been wanting to comment about some idiotic morons who most probably have the brains of a gnat and the civic conscientiousness of a pig. you know who am i talking about. anyone....??!! c'mon..i described these people as clear as water...they are the mat rempits. bloody idiots ain't they!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think things have gotten way way outta hand. pelting the police station with stones, harrasing females and damaging cars. these cockamie bastards think they rule the roads and are so cool, cool my hairy ass that is! they are just some sorry fools who think they are right and everyone has the wrong opinion of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was full of glee when i read the other day about one of the rempits who got killed when they were trying to harass some guy who happened to honk at them. finally one bastard down, i was wondering, wouldnt it be great to actually use one of those 24 wheel trucks and ram this suckers down. you know, just mow them down like there were skittles. then maybe back up for good measure to make sure none of these bastards are still living! this would, trust me make life a hell of a lot safer for the other motorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, the young girls who accompany these mat rempits, who act as the trophies for the winners to satisfy their sexual and lustful urges should be employed as toilet cleaners where their can use their unspent energies on making the public toilets clean rather than clean the dicks of these idiots. yeah yeah, i know its harsh and yeah yeah i know this is not me talking, but c'mon, why do these girls hang out with these idiots, is it because they are enamoured by the dare devil skills of the idiots or they are just plain stoopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen some of these girls, and i hafta admit, some of them are very good looking, so why in the world do they want to hang around with these losers? tell me someone why why why? i men there are so many other guys whom are so much better then these fools, in terms of looks, in terms of financial stability in terms of education. so why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dun these rempit people even care what their parents think of them? running around at nite, racing on the roads coming back late at nite, dun their parents have enuff worries other than having to worry about the rempits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they spend hundreds of upgrading their bikes, that money could be put to better use, like an education of giving the money to the parents..you know stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me personally, these rempits shud just be locked up for a couple of months and then be put to good use like sweeping up the roads, clean the toilets or something, but just get them of the bloody streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies dear blog for my somewhat graphic words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116599163294473817?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116599163294473817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116599163294473817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116599163294473817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116599163294473817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/12/viagra-babes-and-rempits.html' title='viagra, babes and rempits'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116484936808441858</id><published>2006-11-30T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T09:16:08.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding and the dreaded question!</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that i have been posting quite regularly this last couple of days, i guess i must be that bored at work. which is so true actually. not bored cause i have no work but because i have too much work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, straight to the topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddings! hooray!!! i am getting married...i wish, but nope, not me but my neighbour, my neighbour who is like 3 years younger than me and i remembered bullying him when i was younger. he is now a successfull engineer, earning lotsa big bucks and deeply and madly in love! jeez....how come that was not part of my script? i think i must have had a few pages missing when i got my script for my life! damn it. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, he has an older brother working with mas and my age too! hehe, also a libran just like me and also single just like me, and before any of you idiots think anything funny is going on, no we are not gays! we are straight people whom have not met their life partners yet! so dun go around thinking just because i was talking about gay stuff in my earlier postings that this person is my gay partner! or is it that i am just going over the top, god, who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, the wedding is this weekend, i'll be meeting the neighbours and yes, the questions will go around whether i have a gf whether i am married whether i am gay? jeez...whether whether whether!!! whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer to that question is a resounding no no no! dun you understand, NO! but its not going to be that bad since the neighbour who is my age is also single!! i bet he is dreading this even more than  i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, more on girls girls girls. one of my fav reads is back and i hope for good. F&amp;G, if you are reading this, welcome back dear! erm, you are a girl right? who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on girls, as i was stepping out of my condo this morning, i spied this girl who was walking back to my condo. she was wearing a pink top with a tight knee length white skirt. tight enuff to show the curves of her bottom. nice! but i cannot obviously stare at her assets too long cause she might be a neighbour and true enuff, i found out she is living just acrosss from my door! on the same floor! woohoo!! hahah, have my dream been answered? what dreams? ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams, is it a wet dream! hehe, maybe, maybe not...but i have always wanted to live across a place with beautiful girls! yeah yeah, i'm the typical horny guy who can't keep his dick in his pants for long. yup, thats me! i can't actualy say whether this girl was all that good looking but at least she had the curves in all the right places..so it can't be all that bad! so yeah, we'll just hafta see how things develope, damn, i better get my place cleaned up! hahahh...damn, i sound desperate? heh..hohum...maybe, do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get laid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good thursday morning folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116484936808441858?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116484936808441858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116484936808441858&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116484936808441858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116484936808441858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/11/wedding-and-dreaded-question.html' title='Wedding and the dreaded question!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116467799211983419</id><published>2006-11-28T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:39:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My big mouth!</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was walking around KLCC yesterday, went to kino kuniya, bought a facefull magazine, then went down to coffee bean and this time whilst walking, i was admiring the view. You know, looking at girls and stuff, i'm only human ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first off whilst walking towards the entrance from the basement parking, i was walking behind this malay couple, the guy was heavily built and the lady was wearing a tudung. the best part was, the guy was groping the ladies ass whilst the lady was busy on her mobile. well, i had an eyefull of groping so much so i had to turn away cause i was freaking embarassed ok. i mean hello, find a room and grope will you, or do it in the cinema like all the rest of the other couples! not in the car park whilst walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second incident involved another couple, this time is a somewhat slightly more private area in kinokuniya. the girl was busy looking at some books whilst the guy was kissing her neck. i'm not talking about a peck on the cheek or on the neck. this one was complete with sound effect!! i mean hello! its a public place, go find a room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean whats with all this public display of affectionlah?! the groping, the kissing on the neck and stuff. i'm into displaying affection, i have nothing against it. i remembered when i was in college, i used to defy the establishment and walked around with my then girlfriend. just to piss them off. hey i remembered our then ustazah also known as teapot hiding in dark rooms trying to catch those couples walking together. so you see, i have nothing against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with limitationslah. i mean walking around holding hands, hugging and a peck on the lips is all acceptable by my standards, but how about the general public. well, we all know what happened a few years ago when a couple was caught holding hands in the gardens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, whilst driving this morning, i happened to notice this really sext girl from afar. she had shoulder length hair, was wearing a black sleeveless turtle neck and cream mini. i was driving towards her. i only noticed her cause of the mini skirt that she was wearing. i mean she had nice legs. really toned and stuff. but as i got closer, i could see marks on her legs. and won't you know it. i had to stop right in front of her cause the traffic lights turned red. and i saw her legs. instead of appreciating lustful beauty, i was aghast at the sight of her legs. i mean there were "kudis" marks on her legs ok. i mean really really bad ones! yuck! fine, i know she has the confidence to still wear short skirts, but still, hello!!!! confidance is for people whom think of themselves as either fat, skinny or ugly or even imperfections is still acceptable. but "kudis" on the legs and still having the gall to show it off! at least if you want to wear a mini, wearlah dark coloured stocking to at the very least cover your "kudis" marks. so people like me, can still at the very least play around with our imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this morning on either hitz or fly, i dun remember, they were playing the pretty woman song. i remembered julia wearing black lingurie working richard. i mean that scene was hot! and that woman, eventho she is not very well endowed in the upper regions and really nice long legs. if that girl whom i saw actually covered her legs with stockings, that vision would still be viable. but after the sight of her kudis infested legs. yyeecchh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, me and my big mouth! sue me already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116467799211983419?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116467799211983419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116467799211983419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116467799211983419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116467799211983419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-big-mouth.html' title='My big mouth!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116459211875610792</id><published>2006-11-27T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:41:58.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>Hi people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a monday morning! heh, and guess what, i've got the bloody mondy morning blues. was feeling rather lethargic this morning and was wishing that it friday. i am so screwed! been wanting to go for a holiday badly but i can't! two reason:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go for an island holiday but obviously i can't since the east coast is closed for monsoon. west coast islands just can't compare to the east coast islands. i want to go to perhentian kecil and just bum it out. just for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't spare my leave cause i will already be taking four days early december for my paintball tourney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, had the normal paintballing weekend. saturday training and sunday training. what else is new right? well, nothing actually. maybe except that the team finally got its act together yesterday and managed to win some games. but we are a long long way from our actual form. well, there is still another weekend to go beofre the crunch begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and God damn it, i can't type properly, keep hitting the wrong keys and missing them!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, my friend had a birthday party of sorts for his wife, so we hung out at sky bar and ordered some drinks whilst enjoying the view. we coud see genting from up there you know. so yeah, it was a nice clear nite where we had some really good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing at jokes, teasing was rampan and the couples were canoodling. man, wish i had a partner!! but i dun! and that is the sad part. almost all my friends have partners and i seem to be the only one without a partner. well, that is not exactly true, there was another girl there and we are rather close, but as friends and no more than that, i guess when two people whom are without partners will become naturally drawn to each other. so there it was, we were hanging out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the rest were trying to encourage me to try to you know, get it on with her as n be an item or something. i all out refused. firstly, there was nothing wrong with her, she was good looking, sexy, talkative, friendly, i liked her character as she was easy going, but i guess the problem was me. i just did not want to commit to anyone. crazy huh..but yes, thats the story of my life. not wanting to commit but at the same time longing for a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those of you who have known me for donkey years, some of you might be able to guess why and i would most probably say yes to your guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116459211875610792?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116459211875610792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116459211875610792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116459211875610792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116459211875610792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='what is wrong with me?'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116366285740782314</id><published>2006-11-16T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T15:40:57.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paintball....why i never blogged about it..</title><content type='html'>Hello people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone recently asked me why i never wrote anything about paintball since i have been involved in paintball for quite some time. actually that question got me thinking, why i never mentioned anything about my involvement in paintball. and honestly i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess i should since paintball is a big part of my life nowadays. i say a big part cause my weekends are dedicated to paintball and my life savings are gone cause of paintball..erm, shouldn't have said that..now all the money grabbing girls with fake boobs and botox enhanced asses would run away!! oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, where do i start? hmm, from the very beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started paintballing in 2003. At that time i wanted to try something new cause i was kinda bored with whatever was going on around me. My ex-gf at the time was into futsal in a big way so i thought, why not try something to keep me occupied. so there i was in my rattiest shirt and tracks running around in a secondary forest shooting multi coloured pellets at other people whilst at the same time kindly donating my blood for the survival of mosquitoes! Damn those mosquitoes, the first time i played i used a short sleeved tee and i guess i served up a feast for those bloody mosquitoes. at the end of the game, i was scratching all over my body!! luckily my nuts was safely encased or you'd see me scratching my nuts like some horny bastard let loose in a strip club, not that i have been to a strip club mind you. altho i do wonder how i would react in a strip club??? hmm...would i be polishing my nob with a silly grin on my face?? would i drool at every girl who shakes her boobs, would i roll over with a heart attack when some girl flashes her ass?? hmm, someone please bring me to a strip club!! ok, veering off topic here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to wear these black masks which smelled really really bad cause dozens of other people had worn them, i bet some of those people hadn't taken a bath for weeks. the smell was puke worthy! then we used these really ol skool markers, i think it was a pro carbine or an A5 or something like that. One pull of the trigger one pellet shot kinda thing. Some of us decided to wear body armour some of us decided not to. I was one of those. Not because i didn't like it but it was just too cumbersome nor did i want to show i was not macho enuff!! heheh....but hell man, when i got shot at close range, i wished i had don on those bloody body armour thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to play maybe with hopper ball only and shot maybe less than 200-250 pellets every time i went to play. used to play for hours in the hot sun and used to cringe whenever i had to load up on pellets. Jeez, i was stingy but hey, at that time, those pellets costs a bomb. now, i shoot 150 pellets in less than a minute!! hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, after that first time i got addicted to shooting paint at people, getting those blue black bruises the size of saucers, ok ok i'm exagerating a bit, telling tales of bravery to girls, hoping to get them in bed of course, but never did, i guess either i was the ugliest monkey around or they were worried they might get aedes....God knows!!hehe, and the adrenaline rush at the word go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered getting cuts, scratches, bruises and sprains. Those were the days!! i used to tear up every pants i had whenever i slid into a plastic barrel or those tyres. At that time, we used to play on sand which had huge rough edged pebbles which tore up not only my pants but also my knees! we didn't know better or i should say i didn't know better or that i didn't give a damn! But satisfaction guaranteed! then we would exchange heroic stories and showed each other the bruises or cuts we got. and we got a lot!! the camaderie between players was great although there were some rivalries too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i went almost every other week, spent every hard earned penny and played with the same bunch of people who later decided that we should form a team, and team Desert Fox was formed. No idea how the name got about, i was thinking of maybe calling us some rauchy name but then we had a female in our team, or i would have loved to have named the team something like virgin stealers, boob watchers or horny comandos!!!something like that!! heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Desert Fox was formed and i had a grouo of friends whom i could play paintball with...Now, Desert Fox has evolved into X-Fox and almost the sam faces are still playing together..heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116366285740782314?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116366285740782314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116366285740782314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116366285740782314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116366285740782314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/11/paintballwhy-i-never-blogged-about-it.html' title='paintball....why i never blogged about it..'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116349028088405939</id><published>2006-11-14T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:58:05.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work!</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white pristine beaches, clear blue water, sun shining and a cool breeze!&lt;br /&gt;oh what bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have yet this year to really go on a holiday, yeah i have travelled to a few places, but those were for tournaments and trust me, its no walk on the beach. it can and it is as stressful maybe even more stressful than working, and definitely more tiring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have utilised 3 quarters of my leave and have another quarter more for which will be using for yet another tournament. so by my account, i have yet to take a breather! like last year and the previous years, i managed to go for short breaks to holiday destinations, but this year with another 2 months left, i doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have now, starting to dread coming to work and when this happens, it means i need a freaking holiday!! but how and where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine who is currently in maldives is enjoying the best time of his life just relaxing on the beaches, you know how i know, the idiot gave me a call yesterday to gloat!!! aarrgghh!! i'll get him for that one day, one day which i honestly do not know when!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to get away to faraway places, i just need some "down time", time when i can just lie back and watch the world go by, sit down on a lazy chair sipping something cool and refreshing and watch other people work, some place where i dun have to get all stressed out...and when i am like this, the only place for me is some isolated island, even then i can't do it cause its the monsoon season and there is a lock down on the island in the east. so damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun need fancy hotels, luxurious rooms, being waited on hand and foot, i just need the basic luxuries like a clean bath and a comfy bed. thats all....well, maybe some good looking girls wearing those itsy teensy bikinis won't hurt. maybe i could have a claire forlani or a keira knightly running around in thong bikinis all tanned and muscled. hmm....or maybe having waitresses or chambermaids dressed in white hot pants and a tube top...that wouldn't hurt either!! hahah, i know, i can just dream away!! hahah..but dagnabbit, does anyone know of a place where there is plenty of eye candy?? in malaysia...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work at the moment is like crazy, my colleague is away on a business trio and i am all alone handling the legal and IR burden, its no laughing matter ok! i went back at 830 yesterday and even brought back work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i do need a holiday to chill out and de-stress, but looking at circumstances, how is it possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116349028088405939?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116349028088405939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116349028088405939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116349028088405939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116349028088405939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/11/work.html' title='Work!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116314038481578945</id><published>2006-11-10T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:33:04.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap!</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a freakingly long time that i have gone AWOL from the blog. Was just too busy to actually compose any coherant thoughts, even now i'm just gong to wing it and hopefully manage to write something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, been a rather hectic week for me, just finished organising a birthday function where we invited a few royalties, well, not actually a few but if a bomb had gone off during the function, you can well bet that the entire royal family of a particular state from up north would have gone up in smoke! heh! and if i had survived, most probably i would have been detained under the ISA for the arcane act!! hahah...anyways, due to the high count of royal people in the place, the special branch people turned up in full force and the head of the royal family came in with not less than 10 outriders and a few other cars whom i believed were his security personnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the function went quite well except for a few incidences during the dinner itself. I have to say it here cause i was absolutely bristling with anger that nite due to an absolute twit of a moron admonishing a colleague and i about something which we had no control of. i normally would not mind about being told off about something, but at the very least have the decency to pull us aside and tell us off. not in public where your words could be heard by dozens of pairs of ears all eagerly wanting to catch what was said. yeah yeah i know you guys think i'm being too overly worried about someone hearing but lo and behold, the next day, someone from my office who had not attended the function came up to me and asked me about the incident...bloody cockamamie hell! i almost picked up the bloody phone to call that son of a b*&amp;%h to go to hell! it wasn't even our &lt;a href="mailto:f*&amp;%@#g"&gt;f*&amp;amp;%@#g&lt;/a&gt; mistake goddammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to rant about the wedding, but i fear, i honestly fear that somewhere out there someone is monitoring all web scribblings, so lest not to be caught unawares, i have decided to hold my toungue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116314038481578945?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116314038481578945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116314038481578945&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116314038481578945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116314038481578945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/11/crap.html' title='crap!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116196254654275026</id><published>2006-10-27T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:22:26.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya!</title><content type='html'>Hi People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished celebrating raya, wasn't much of a raya though, as i was stuck in the kitchen for almost 10 hours just cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been cooking for raya for the last couple of years, but this year, due to unforseen circumstances, mainly my mum not being able to find a caterer for her nasi briyani, i was put to task of cooking spaghetti for the visitors. i was expecting maybe to just cook 2 batches of spaghetti, but boy was i wrong, i ended cooking up to 7 batches of spaghetti! i even had to go out half way and visit the local store to stock up on the ingredients!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that the stuff that i cooked would be such a hit, i meant everytime i finished cooking a new batch, my sis would come into the kitchen and telling me to cook up another batch cause the batch that was currently being served was finishing fast! i took it as a compliment, but still, 7 batches of spaghetti! i might as well open up my own restaurant! i even had to give out my recipe! its not that i was being stingy, but i am the sort of cook who just throws things into the wok and hope it turns out all right! i really do. i just rely on my taste. anyways, my recipe is a bit catered to the malaysian taste buds, maybe that was the reason it was such a hit! even my aunt who is maybe 70 i think asked for the recipe!! heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, as with all family gatherings, he inevitable will crop up, inevitable meaning the dreaded question, to those who have been following my blog know all too well what question it is, but to the uninitiated, its the marriage question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this cousin of mine, i know she means well, but she was freaking determine to match mate me with someone, eventhough i told her i wasn't interested and all that stuff, but no!! she still persisted, even getting my mum into the picture. luckily dear mummy came to the rescue and told my cuz that she doesn't meddle into my private affairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear cuz, i know you mean well, but i'm just not ready to settle down yet, i'm enjoying life too bloody much to want to settle down and anyhow, i dun have the moolah to marry anyone, unless i get some rich datin to sponsor my marriage with obviously some side indecent proposal!! hehe, but dun worry, i'm never into these kinda stuff.....and not to forget, my deep fascination of observing asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of asses, i had managed to observe this fine piece of ass today! well, actually i have had this ass under observation for some time but today i hit the jackpot! she was wearing this tight skirt, tight enuff to show of her curves but not sheer enuff, but after careful observation, i noticed she was wearing a thong. i have admired this persons ass for some time and now today i know why! yes everybody, i am a sick bastard with a perverted mind befitting a lunatic but i can't help it, all those years staring at a girls ass walking up the stairs during my uni days just won't go away! i'll sleep easy tonight!!! heheh, dun worry, i'm not into self satisfaction! never was anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio! ouwh, by the way, liverpool sucks! i am a big fan of them, but the way they are playing, its embarassing! c'mon rafa, stick to one combination, throw the bloody rotation thing which you are trying with ill results mind you and try to get my beloved back to its winning ways! dun get a " maybe" kinda striker, get someone whom you know will get the goals, not bellamy or a gonzalez, get an owen or an adriano and for christsake, whats with the leaky defence! you used to have one of the best defensive records around with riise, hyppia, carra and finnan, what happened this time? oh by the way, stick gerrard in the fracking(too much battlestar gallactica) centre of midfield and let some other asshole deal the right side, you bought pennant right! so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez, sorry for the rant, just couldn't help it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116196254654275026?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116196254654275026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116196254654275026&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116196254654275026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116196254654275026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/10/raya.html' title='Raya!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116096415460833176</id><published>2006-10-16T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:28:39.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thIn LinE</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a fellow blogger recently as she happened to be in the area. We met up for a shopping spree of sorts, well at least she was in whatever limited time we had. she was frantically choosing stuff from the racks of MNG when i met up with her. She is tall, well dressed with the curves in the necessary places i might add! ( if you are reading this, i like your curves!, hope you are not too offended by my roaming eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess we hit it off ok considering we were rushing from one place to another buying this and buying that. we should really have sometime to just sit down and have a chat, i mean shopping sprees do not count as a meeting up, strictly speaking of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have you noticed that there are more guys who are experimenting with the colour pink nowadays! I've seen guys in pink shirts, tees and also pink ties! altho i hafta admit, there were more misses than hits! but considering that us guys are beginning to wear pink, i think that qualifies as an achievement of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself wear pink as i am quite comfortable with it, for me, its just another colour, it could even be the new black! but then, who am i, certainly not miranda priestly! Anyways, i like pink, i like colour and i think pink is a nice colour. i lurve my pink shirts and i lurve my pink ties. Provided of course you mix and match. Pink shirt and a red tie is so staid. pink shirt and a baby blue tie looks nice or maybe a baby blue shirt with a pink tie is nice too, provided the hues are matching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tight hugging shirts, buttock hugging pants, dolled up hair and accessories, i do not think if a guy who has all this attributes can be considered as a gay! c'mon people, straight guys or metrosexuals have the same attributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guys keeps himself well, by getting a haircut ( at a hair saloon as opposed to the barber)once in awhile, shaves every couple of days, uses aftershave and perfume, ( maybe goes for a facial once in awhile)wears nicely ironed shirts, ( maybe with bright or multi coloured cuff links)( and the shirts are with some colour of course, maybe pink, lilac or purple?) and pants and polished shoes and maybe with an accessory or two, ( thumb ring, anklet, bracelet or a chain round the neck)does this mean he is gay or is he just concerned with his appearance? hence the term metrosexual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about if a guy goes to the gym to keep fit ( yoga and pilates maybe)and have a toned body, prefers the theaters ( KLPac and Actors studio has good comedies) and musicals ( i personally found that CATS was very good!)rather than loud stadiums or smoke filled race tracks, enjoys listening to r&amp;amp;b and jazz ( top room and Alexis are all time favs) rather than punk rock or whatever? enjoys good food ( frangipani, Bon Ton and Top Hat comes to mind)does this mean the guy is gay or does this guy appreciate the arts? do tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, it all boils down to the individual. A person can wear pink and be fashionable, takes care of his personal hygiene and his body and loves the arts, and still be straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why some narrow minded souls think when a guy who fulfills all the above has to be a gay person, hello, knock knock on those thick skulls! some guys are just like that, they care and prefer to do stuff which makes them feel and look good, is that so wrong? Heck, i even know some of them who participates in extreme sports for goodness sakes and are quite good at it. I know of a person who does wall climbing, has an advance cert in scuba diving, plays paintball at the highest level possible and used to play rugby and football and has all the above mentioned qualities or interest and he wears a pashmina to work sometimes? FYI, this guy is straight as i do know him personally and he has a string of girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this guy gay? metrosexual? what people? do tell? I know its a thIn LinE, but please please understand before jumping or assuming something or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116096415460833176?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116096415460833176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116096415460833176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116096415460833176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116096415460833176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/10/thin-line.html' title='thIn LinE'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116046046204359259</id><published>2006-10-10T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:07:42.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puasa?</title><content type='html'>Hello people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been more than two weeks since we all started fasting. We have to abstain ourselves from consuming food and water, we have to control our urge to let fly expletives whenever some idiot makes a sudden mad dash onto your lane without signaling and also to control our need for carnal pleasures ( i am guilty of this one mainly due to my previous blogs on asses, hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts early in the morning when we wake up, shower and dress. we would then walk to our chosen mode of transportion, in my case it would be my trusty national car ( can't say it out loud, sshhh!) and drive out of my apartment. So far so good, i have some crazy deejay on the radio who happens to be a "he" but calls himself the hotchick A- - - C or was it my ears? oh nevermind if he was to make an ass out of himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i'd get onto the highway and lo and behold, the first of many traffic jams that i will encounter on my way to work. I'd already started cursing when i saw the butt end of a car suddenly looming up in front of me, luckily i managed to jam the brakes. Then i'd puld be cursing the driver in that god forsaken car! I could feel that whatever brownie points that i might have accumulated slowly dwindling. damn it. Then I'd slowly inch my way with the other cars, every few minutes looking at the clock on the dashboard and wishing that the jam would just get a move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i'd try to calm myself down and switch channels and not to get irritated. then i would look around and amuse myself looking at other drivers. i see some lady looking at the rearview mirror and applying lipstick whilst obviously enjoying some good gossip as i could see her lips moving feverishly. Good God women, shut your yap apply your lipstick before you cause a bloody accident and make other drivers miserable because you were so engrossed in your friends shopping list which i guess included whips and handcuffs! urgh! or were you busy listening how your best friends hubby came home with lipstick on his collar or something as nosensical as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i finally reach the Duta Toll Plaza and que up for the touch and go when some bloody idiot makes a mad dash for the space which had suddenly opened up in front of me, me not wanting to easily give in makes a mad dash also and managed to squeeze the guy out before he got onto the space, hehehe, evil satisfaction as i looked at him and smiled with glee! hahah, serves you right idiot! damn it, more expletives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then more traffic! more time to look around and waste precious natural resources not doing anything. Petrol i mean, its like freakingly expensive nowadays and what are we all doing? we are all just sitting on the road, in our flashy cars and digging our noses, farting loudly and sometimes the odd quiet ones which smells as if you hadn't shat for a week and you smile contentedly smelling the foul gas. Have you ever notice that when its yoour own fart, no how smelly it is you will just smile but if some other person lets go a shitload of smelly gasses, you will most probably blow you top! heheh....this is when we have nothing else better to do in the car and we begin to think of the movie we watched last nite where the girl was wearing a short skirt! woohhoo....hahah...see, more evil thots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally we reach the office. we are all relieved cause we made it thru onother hellish trip to work unscathed. but dun forget, you have another trip back home which has the potential of depleting your already pitiful brownie points! heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see how bad traffic is on puasa...?! Samy, save us lah! build more roads and less tolls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116046046204359259?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116046046204359259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116046046204359259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116046046204359259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116046046204359259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/10/puasa.html' title='Puasa?'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-116037185973317680</id><published>2006-10-09T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:30:59.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asses again and again!</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know, same topic? yeah, same topic, hope i'm not boring anyone here. FYI, i have a fetish for asses, read the blog before this if you must know. and its bulan puasa and i am doing this during my lunch time. So i am fasting. So dun anyone get any funny ideas. I already had someone ask me this morning whether i was fasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this fetish for asses started when i was in UK studying for my degree. we had this place outside of the faculty where it had this vending machine which served the best, i repeat the best cappuchino and it was only 25p. and we could also smoke here as they had those bins to throw our ash and also it was heated, so we could get away from the cold winter air. oh yeah, it also had those low cushy seats and a vending machine which dispenses snacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i used to hang out here a lot with my other buddies smoking and enjoying our coffee when one of our buddies admitted that he had an ass fetish. we were all looking at him like what the shit? anyways, he said look at thie girls walking up the stairs..what do you see? and i saw ass moving and swaying and i was hooked! from thereon, it was cigarrettes, coffee, warmth and asses by the law faculty! it was our favourite hang out, partly being the fact that it was on our way to the library and the faculty was just next door. this was where i also became addicted to coffee...all those days spending in that area just sipping hot coffee and observing asses, female asses by the way, i'm not politcally correct now. sweet memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after observing asses for a good 10 years of my life, i have somewhat concluded which type of asses are perfect for me and which type of asses are not. i like mine not too big or wide or flat! beyonce and j lo are big no nos, zaian zain too, hers is just too tonggek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would rate jolie as the numero uno in the ass category followed closely by jessica alba. and oh yeah, claire forlani, i just love this girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-116037185973317680?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/116037185973317680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=116037185973317680&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116037185973317680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/116037185973317680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/10/asses-again-and-again.html' title='Asses again and again!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115984591928616718</id><published>2006-10-03T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:25:19.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring the wonderful world of asses!</title><content type='html'>I have been posting a bit too regularly in this blog of mine. Normally i'd be posting at most once a week or sometimes even once a month. So please bear with me whilst i continue with my scratchings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write about asses today. No not donkeys, but an ass, you know the thing that is attached to the back of your body and that you use to sit on. Sometimes it can be dark or light coloured, sometimes it has creases and folds and stretches but sometimes as smooth as silk and at other times with a little, a lot or almost no hair. To some it is a means to dispel toxic waste products with fumes capable of igniting a wild fire in your nether regions. Other times it is used to produce a silent but noxious gas capable of toppling the mightiest gorillas or at times that puckered little instrument can be used to sound the mating call of a bull, deafening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has its functions obviously, but i want to talk about its asthetic value. Have you ever seen an ass that has been deliciously wrapped in a tight fitting pair of faded blue jeans? OK, i better put a qualifier here, have you ever seen an ass which is so sexually proportionate at all angles imaginable wrapped in a tight fitting pair of faded blue jeans? If you haven't, then you are the most unfortunate soul i have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't, i suggest you grab a chair at either BSC or KLCC, at either of their numerous coffee houses (i'd suggest Dome at KLCC and sip their delicious affogato topped with haagen daz vanilla ice cream or Coffee Bean at BSC) which would have a good view of the walk-ways and plump your ass there and just start oggling. But this only works on weekends since almost everyone who think that they have a sexy ass would be wearing jeans or some other kind of tight clothing to cover their asses, Definitely not weekdays as most asses would be covered up in some loose clothing, not at all flattering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the best place to get up close and personal to a wonderfully shaped ass would be on the escalators. You would get maybe about 10 seconds of absolute bliss. You would be able to observe the shape and the curve, how it flexes and moves but you must pay rapt attention to observe all this minute details. Thats why you must have an eye for detail. What you can do is make sure that you are 2 or 3 steps (depending on how tall you are) back from the person whom you are observing, this would enable you to observe one of natures beauty at eye level from a close distance witout anyone thinking that you are a dirty pervert. But a word of caution is needed, this is extremely risky if the prey that you are observing has a partner in tow. For that partner can provide you with the kind of attention that you do not need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you people think i'm some sick perverted bastard, read again my entry from start! If you could point out a place where i singled out a particular gender, then only call me a sick perverted bastard, if not, i'm just politically correct! heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that whenever a guy talks about an ass, every living person on earth things that he is talking about a GIRLS ass! Granted that most of the time, the acceptable practise is for a guy to talk about a girls ass, but why is it so confuzzling to the general public to get it into their so one sided one tracked and narrow minded minds that a guy can talk about asses in general without referring to any specific gender! Humph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115984591928616718?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115984591928616718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115984591928616718&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115984591928616718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115984591928616718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/10/exploring-wonderful-world-of-asses.html' title='Exploring the wonderful world of asses!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115975978857139383</id><published>2006-10-02T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:37:57.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheryl Hayes @ Alexis</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a brand new week and a brand new month and closer to raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I do not know about you guys, but i noticed that the more days i fast, the less and less i eat for berbuka, plus the fact, that i dun eat sahur, what i do is i just have a little something before i sleep. Like last nite, after my paintball training session which lasted for about 3 hours, which i am proud to say i survived with flying colours, we all had berbuka at the paintball park, we ordered pizza and i expected to have eaten a few slices, but instead, i just had a can of 100 plus and a slice of pizza and thats it, i would have expected that i would be starving like hell and have gobbled up everything, but i didn't, in fact, even finishing the pizza was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i had supper in subang whilst watching the ManUre ( i'm a liverpool fan!) match, i had mee bandung, and even that i didn't finish. I was just too full...if this continues any longer, i'll actually be skinny! heheh..does anyone else experience the same thing? eating less and less during puasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday nite i went for a live performance show in Alexis, before you start jumping to conclusions of idiotic proportions and making an arse of yourself, i didn't do anything embarassing, i didn't go and dance on stage with nothing on, i didn't snog, i didn't take E and neither of the other bullshit, i just had a quiet nite with my friends enjoying the soulful and jazy songs from a ms cheryl hayes. this women can sing babeh and greg on the sax and michael tickling the ivories was simply superb! She was also a great joker and had a good rapport with the crowd. She was not what i had expected as i had expected her to wear something black and a dress instead, she wore something very afrikaan, complete with head gear and shawl, her colours were bright and bursting...i know i know, bursting? hehe, its like a ripe orange bursting...nervermind, ignore that...altho i have to admit, the temptation to do something stupid that nite was bordering on the edge...i guess with the music, the cigar smell and the champagne flowing at the next table, was just too intoxicating, luckily i still had some sanity left in this thick skull of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am at work! after a good weekend, working today does not seem all that bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115975978857139383?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115975978857139383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115975978857139383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115975978857139383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115975978857139383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheryl-hayes-alexis.html' title='Cheryl Hayes @ Alexis'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115949251818884724</id><published>2006-09-29T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:15:18.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio, TV and the like</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to Mix FM this morning, not my normal channel mind you, but Adam C was kinda boring, he just didn't have it in him like rudy and jj. By the way, has anyone been listening to Hitz.FM these last couple of days. Adam seems to keep introducing himself as the hot chic? is that right or do i need to get my ears cleaned? Hot Chic? Erm..Someone please please enlighten me, i dun want to see the guy as being on the "soft" side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as i was listening to Mix, someone very loud and cheerful came on and that was Joanne Kam Poh Poh, bless her, she will come up with the most exotic and funny terms ever. What do you call a female who is a flirt? heh...you call her horizontally accessible!! heheh....or someone who dresses like a slut, she has a wardrobe malfunction... and she goes on and on and saying that we all have got to be politically correct and so on and so forth! She has been the only reason plus that Adam C just doesn't cut it that i tune onto Mix every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i haven't been watching TV for like ages, i'm more of a DVD goer now! if there is such a thing. My astro bill was up the last couple of weeks, but me being mr procrastinator just ignored the bill and lo and behold, i got my astro cut off, well that was like two weeks ago, and suprisingly, i have been doing pretty well with DVD's! except for missing the liverpool games! can someone share their telly with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching tokyo drift last nite and i have to admit, the japanese girls are definitely hotter than the mat salleh girls anytime...those ultra mini short skirts, if you can call them that, to me it looked like a hankerchief wrapped around the girls ass, the itsy teensy tops and the innocent look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i have to admit, i think i'd prefer to have an asian rather than a mat salleh girlfriend. but then again, i dun have any qualms either if she was eurasion or mixed with some other mat salled blood. have you seen maya karin or deanna yusof or sarimah...jeez!! hmm..i think i shouldn't be choosylah..mat salleh, melayu, chinese, mix, all are welcomed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115949251818884724?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115949251818884724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115949251818884724&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115949251818884724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115949251818884724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/09/radio-tv-and-like.html' title='Radio, TV and the like'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115940724367310617</id><published>2006-09-28T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:48:02.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aleya or Amani?? oh nevermind!</title><content type='html'>Hi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you people think i fast/ puasa? because it seems a lot of people, those who have known me for a long time and those who have known me only recently, think that i don't. Some of my office colleagues whom i meet five days a week eight hours a day think i don't fast! The only people so far that i have met who doesn't think that way are my family! thank God, if they think the same way, there must be something seriously wrong somewhere somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say they do not think i fast because of my lifestyle, well, actually most of them thinks of it that way, others think because i am kinda westernised, they think i don't, whilst others just say that they guessed i didn't. Weird! Very, What did i ever do for these people to think of me that way? Not that i am actually broadcasting it to the world that i am fasting, but i never thought people doubted that i would fast. Oh well, let them think what they want to think, no worries from me about this, i got other better things to worry about at the moment, like WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i managed to last yesterday till buka puasa with whatever little food i had before i went to sleep the night before. I managed to leave the office early for once and somehow or rather, i managed to get to the taman tun pasar ramadhan before 645pm! anyways, as i walked along the rows and rows of stals selling an embarrassing assortment of food and water, they had nasi tomato, nasi beriyani, mee goreng, meehoon goreng, ayam goreng, popia, soup, roti john and God knows what else. But as i reached to the end of the pasar malam, i still haven't decided what i wanted to have for berbuka! Can you imagine that, nothing i saw whilst walking from one end to another actually tickled my fancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, as it was so near to berbuka already, i just bought nasi tomato with ayam masak merah and a few samosas and crysanthemum tea to drink. I bought this cause i was at my wits end trying to figure out what i wanted to eat. I bought these cause i was just lazy to rack my brains. I guess i was still hung up about steaming white rice, with telur goreng and kicap with cili!!! yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think i bumped into either sharifah aleya or amani on the way back to my car. Yup, she is as cute outside as she is in the movies. She was wearing glasses and faded blue jeans with a horizontally striped baby tee. nice! I have to add her onto my list of malaysian female artist whom i want to get jiggy with it!! heheh...i already have deanna yusof, maya karin and sarimah on that list, now i can add her onto it....but then again, i dun think solah...she is too different and i can't imagine wanting toget all cozy with her. Looks like my list will remain just those three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wink wink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115940724367310617?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115940724367310617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115940724367310617&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115940724367310617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115940724367310617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/09/aleya-or-amani-oh-nevermind.html' title='Aleya or Amani?? oh nevermind!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115932286676110006</id><published>2006-09-27T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:07:46.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty this year</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading some blogs when i reached the office this morning, and mostly were about glorious food, from ayam percik, telur goreng, ikan keli lemak, and after reading all that, i'm starting to get hungry and its only  930am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food, i had chicken porridge yesterday for berbuka. it was the chicken porridge at uncle lim's in subang parade and it was good! It had thick slivers of chicken, egg, fried tofu and a few other garnishings which i can't recall. I also had this lovely roti bakar which was spread with butter and kaya!!! yum! One thing about me is that i dun do sahur, so what i normally do is have a heavy berbuka and something else before i go to sleep, last nite i had 3 oreos! heheh... i know its not much, but i just wanna see whether i can "tahan" till berbuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm turning 30 this year, the number 2 in front will be replaced with a 3 this year. I dun quite care much about getting older but this year is different, i'm turning 30! somehow 30 seems a lot older than 29 you know. But lets not get overdramatic about this, heh...i alone being dramatic is bad enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after getting my degree i set out certain milestones which i must achieve when i reach a certain age, the first milemark would be when i turn thirty, and i can you tell straight off that i have failed to achieve three things on my list, not that the list is extensive, but its still a list...first off is i'm still not married, and the worse bit, i dun even have a girlfriend. I would have always thought i'd get married before i reach 30, now that i am reaching it, i dunno when i'll get married if ever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second on that list would be to have at least 1 kid, but since i'm not even married, obviously i cannot achieve this particular milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the third on my list would be earning a certain figure which i have to say, i am a looong way off to earning that particular amount. i'm just a glorified paper pusher, thats why i can't earn that much so this sucks! I got other stuff in the list, but the rest i've already kinda met it a while back, its just these three things which i have notyet managed to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the next milestone is in the next five years, when i turn 35, i hope by then, whatever milestones that i have set for when i turn 30 and for when i turn 35 will be met, if not, i would seriously think of giving my life up as a glorious paper pusher and be something else which does not demand so much effort and grey matter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115932286676110006?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115932286676110006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115932286676110006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115932286676110006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115932286676110006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/09/thirty-this-year.html' title='Thirty this year'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115915643318017620</id><published>2006-09-25T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:53:53.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puasa month</title><content type='html'>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of Fasting, so far so good i think. Yesterday was a breeze as i woke up late and had things to do which occupied me the whole day. But today, its a whole fidderent ball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here sitting at my desk in front of my PC and i just can't seem to concentrate on the task at hand. I have been looking at this particular agreement since morning and i just cannot seem to finish it. I have been walking in and out of the office the whole morning, wandering about, licking my lips and clasping and unclasping my hands. until a colleague told me i've got withdrawal symptoms! What? nicotine withdrawal she said. I was like jeez, why didn't i think of that? but yes, i think i do have the symptoms and its been making me restless the whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could just smoke a cigarette, inhale deeply on the stick, letting the nicotine seep in slowly and enjoying the taste of it. and slowly letting the smoke out. Goose bumps man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have such a thing as a buku 555 on pros and cons during puasa month, i'd be screwed! think of all the red marks, the smoking thoughts, the notty thoughts when looking at girls, the food thoughts during lunch and all other thoughts which i dare not expose here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know as we proceed thru the fasting month, the cravings will slowly fade away and it won't be so tough, but trust me, these next couple of days is going to be tough as hell, especially during office hours when i need to smoke to keep sane and coffee to keep awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Liverpool won three zip. Lets hope reina and the rest of the defenders can keep their cleen sheets going for the next couple of games. ManU drew to Reading. Heh..nuff' said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115915643318017620?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115915643318017620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115915643318017620&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115915643318017620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115915643318017620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/09/puasa-month.html' title='Puasa month'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115880308990468117</id><published>2006-09-21T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:44:49.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a break!</title><content type='html'>Been working non-stop for the last couple of weeks, coming in on weekends and going back at around nine almost everyday. this is not a life i had expected to lead when i started working. Not to say that i am not used to it, but after having to go thru it, it no laughing matter ok.&lt;br /&gt;I literally had to drag myself, stumbling thru the car park to my car. i actually had to sit in the car for a couple of minutes to get myself oriented. the workload has been never-ending, the meetings and discussion are one on top of another. the only respite i ever had over the last couple of weeks was the bangkok trip late august for a tournament, even then it was fly in and fly out.&lt;br /&gt;been talking to some friends and bloggers about white sandy beaches, crytal clear water and blue skies, i'm talking about a holiday by the beach!&lt;br /&gt;one of my friends whom i had recently offended big time just came back from perhentian for the weekend and from her relaxed state before my big boo boo, it was a blissful weekend. she is planning to island hop sometime end of this year in thailand! although i would strongly suggest her not to due to the recent coup de etat!&lt;br /&gt;another planned to go for a shopping spree in bangkok but she decided otherwise due to recent developements and instead hop on a planeto the white beaches of bali.&lt;br /&gt;another blogger just came back from bali and she posted some really nice pics of her doing her yoga exercises on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;i need to go for a holiday but i need to go for a cheap holiday not to those expensive places or where there are tourists or people, i just need to find a quiet faraway tuicked away and do my own thing. at this very moment, the thought of going to perhentian, my first choice is out because of the oncoming monsoon season and also, puasa is just around the corner, so any notion of a holiday has gone up in smoke. after raya is neigh impossible is i will be having training session for paintbal for the world cup in december. so the earliest i could actually go for a relaxing holiday would be in december. even then i have to make sure i have enough leave left!&lt;br /&gt;damn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115880308990468117?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115880308990468117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115880308990468117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115880308990468117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115880308990468117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-need-break.html' title='I need a break!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115855523597211234</id><published>2006-09-18T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T12:53:56.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mat Rempit and A.R</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but give my two bits on these mat rempit people. I have actually seen the movie and honestly, it was not worth the ten ringgit i paid. The only thing that was worth watching were the bedroom scenes. Not as steamy but still something to watch considering the actors were malays.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movie, liked the radical stunt scenes, liked the racing scenes but that was it and for me, the movie somehow or rather seemed to depict that these mat rempits were cool. The movie had failed to convey the message that these mat rempits were actually an eye sore and were a nuisance to public. They should have a message at the end of the movie to discourage youths from being or idolising these rempits.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously do not see how and why some girls would want to give up their bodies for the pleasure of these mat rempits. is it something so noteworthy to give your body to these rempits and later brag/talk to other girls that you actually allowed some rempit who won in some street race to hump your pussy? if this is such the case, i fear what society is coming to.&lt;br /&gt;for the rempits? what is it that you rempits achieve out of illegal racing accept for bragging rights, a bit of money and the pussy of a girl who has been a trophy or cum dumpster for many other rempits. is all these worth sacrifing your lives, limbs and the tears and heartache of your families? Jeez people, your parents did not bring you up to throw your lives away on some street. ifyou really want to race, do it in a regulated manner where all the necessary safety precautions have been prepared. Haiyoh!!! people, pleaselah value your lives for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more sombre mood, i have recently caused a very close friend of mine (AR) a lot of hurt by saying some stuffs which i shouldn't have. AR is a girl whom i have known for many years and only recently we have become quite close. We woud normally meet up for dinner and drinks and enjoy each others company and revelling in each other's story. There would be much laughter and a lot of heart to heart sessions. She can be funny and down right serious and then funny again. She is very opinionated and very sassy, plus, she is one bloody hot looking babe. She is AR.&lt;br /&gt;Dear AR, i know this is not the way it should be done but i seriously do not have the guts to call you up and apologise as i am woried that i might say the wrong things again, knowing me, i will. I regret what i said/ messaged the other day (saturday nite) and i knew it was wrong. I think it came out differently from what i actually meant. I am actually jealous of how you lead your life. eventhough i know you have some issues which are rather upsetting, i love the way you manage to handle it and still enjoy yourself. I know you work your ass off at work and you deserve everything that you want to do or have done. I on the other hand, am not able to enjoy the fruits of my labour or enjoy life as how you do as i just dun dare to take things in my own hands and just screw it. wish i had that crefree attitude of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Dear AR, i sincerely hope that what had happened won't jeopardise our friendship as i value you as a person more than you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115855523597211234?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115855523597211234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115855523597211234&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115855523597211234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115855523597211234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/09/mat-rempit-and-ar.html' title='Mat Rempit and A.R'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115822360268848678</id><published>2006-09-14T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:46:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skivving off from work</title><content type='html'>its a quarter past 4 in the afternoon and i have absolutely no mood to work, instead i have been indulging myself to this ever so addictive blogging world. Been reading blogs, some interesting some funny some downright hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;i especially like this one blog which has managed to divert my attention for the last 2 hours. this blog is i guess written by some datin who has a lot of time on her hands. but hey, she can write and her stories cover a plethora of expressions, from anger, humility, kindness, mischieviousness and laughter. Her writing skills and her method of expressing her thoughts have kept me captivated for these last couple of hours. Sadly, she has also received some very hideous comments from some very obnoxious and rude bloggers who obviously does not understand that this is the internet and we are allowed to express our thought on any topic and however we so please to express ourselves. As such, i have been deprived of her other scratchings which i know would contain expressions of a wanton mind.&lt;br /&gt;The death of a blogger who has been able to capture my imagination with her colourful writings...i wonder will she her write again...to those bloggers who gave such unnecessary comments to such a wonderful soul...F*£k you..excuse my somewhat crude usage of the english language ladies and gentleman, but i think these kind of bloggers only understand those kind of words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115822360268848678?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115822360268848678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115822360268848678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115822360268848678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115822360268848678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/09/skivving-off-from-work.html' title='Skivving off from work'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115820227730040306</id><published>2006-09-14T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:51:17.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bad</title><content type='html'>Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a pretty hectic couple of weeks for me at work. I mean projects are flying everywhere, even saw a pig flying across the meeting room once!, meetings and discussion almost every other hour and the ever piling daily work which keeps piling up faster than i can say F*%k it! I have been harassed on the phone for agreements and meetings, deadlines are literally DEADlines, been called for this meeting whilst attending another meeting and it goes round and round like a merry go round like the one i saw on holiday last year....with carriages and sleds.&lt;br /&gt;This wek has been particularly bad. Monday was in court, Tuesday had a 7 hour marathon of a meeting and yesterday had a 830 discussion which lasted till noon. THAT was when i found out that 6 documents which were passed to me late friday nite was due by lunch that day and all hell broke loose. Everything was pushed aside and i was frantically vetting thru the 6 documents. THEN at 1250 a coleague of mine called to inquire about some letters that needed to be sent out and that was it baby, mount FZM just blew it and i let out a spew of luckily not obcenities but not so nice words. She was an innocent bystander and i had to vent out my frustrations and anger to her. Jeez, what was i thinking off. Felt bad as hell and later apologised to her for the incident, luckily she understood.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you guys might think, what the hell am i talking about. Let me give you a rough picture of my situation here in this company. Its a public listed company with 15 or more subsidiaries and sister companies with numerous branches throughout malaysia. We are currently undergoing a few projects at the same time which includes the transformation of this company to another status and expansion plans in the middle east. All this projects are going on at the same time. The shitty bit about all this is that there are only two miserable legal officers handling lock stock and barrel all the legal issues pertaining the projects, subsidiaries and daily work.&lt;br /&gt;I currently have now, on my desk which i might add has not been cleaned fr a few months due to the lack of time, 6 banking agreements, 2 international security agreements, 3 tenancy agreements, 1 IT agreement and i am currently the project owner for the HR Dept expansion plans for our overseas projects. So...WTF is happening right!&lt;br /&gt;Do you think i might be a little stressed out...HELL YES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115820227730040306?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115820227730040306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115820227730040306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115820227730040306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115820227730040306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-bad.html' title='My bad'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115795671314811560</id><published>2006-09-11T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T14:38:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>??!! ideas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7937/1989/1600/ac2006-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7937/1989/320/ac2006-13.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7937/1989/1600/mayhemtraining3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7937/1989/320/mayhemtraining3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder what i should write about everytime i open my blog and i would normally be amazed by some of the other bloggers on how they managed to update their blog every single day! amazing aint it. I mean i live a normal life like some of the other diligent bloggers, well maybe my life is somewhat more duller, is there such a word as compared to the rest, but i still cannot fathom what to write everythime i open this page....&lt;br /&gt;my weekend was farely normal...i'm not sure what you can call as normal, but for me it was normal....eat sleep and just chill....altho yesterday was rather fulfilling to a certain extent as i managed to hang out at la bodega and eat the scrumptious english breakfast after months of being AWOL. I love the place especially in the late afternoons eating my meal and sipping coffee whilst enjoying a steaming cup of cfee. Just bliss. I have not been able to do that for ages due to my commitments in paintball. Yeah thats me on the top.&lt;br /&gt;Been playing paintball since 2003 and i have been competing in a few tournaments over the last couple of years. The most recent being the Paintball Asia League Series, Thailand Leg which my team came out 5th out of 16 teams from all across asia. The winner was from a team from Iran called Datis. We have this favourite quote "paintball ruined my life!" and this is so true. Financially i am in financial ruins, physically i'm burnt from being in the sun too long and scarred due to the many hits at close range over the years and my voice too has sufferred due to the constant yelling to my team mates....so yeah, it ruined my life. But its like an addiction, i guess you can even categorised it as a sort of S&amp;amp;M kinda thing. you know you will be ruined but you still keep on doing it over and over again. For me its not for the money but for the love of the game, i have been known to playing till near collapse, in fact i did a few times and i have also given away my winners medal a few times. its not the money but the glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115795671314811560?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115795671314811560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115795671314811560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115795671314811560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115795671314811560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/09/ideas.html' title='??!! ideas?'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115768059052147018</id><published>2006-09-08T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T09:56:30.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grouses</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in Kinokuniya yesterday looking at some stuff. Was trying to decide what to buy to read and finally decided on KLUE magazine and also a book on the Romanovs. I do not know why, but i have always been intrigued by this particular moment in history, you know, the killing of the family, the mystery that one of their children was not killed and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, whilst trying to find what to buy at the mag section, i was rather perplexed at how some people can be so inconsiderate by standing in front of the shelves and reading the mags. I mean these people would just stand there and read and couldn't give a damn whether they were blocking everyone else. In particular was this kid whom i think was about 12 years old, he was reading this comis and was standing right smack in the center of the shelves to which i was trying to locate a particular mag. Bloody hell kid, if you wanna read, at least be conscientious enough to move aside when you see that someone is trying to find a mag, No!! this kid just stood there and he looked rather pissed at me coz i was standing over him and looking over his shoulder. Bloody hell, i felt like giving this kid a kick in the butt. Anyways, the mag i wanted wasn't there so i moved on.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at another section of the magazine stand when this idiot of a guy who smelt like he hadn't had a bath for a week promptly stood in front of me. Here i was, craning my neck over this guys shoulder and trying desperately not to pass out due to the bad body odour! Again the mag i wanted was not there.&lt;br /&gt;My pet grouse here is i wish people would be more considerate and move aside or at the very least be conscious enough to know that you are not the only person trying to read or locate a mag.&lt;br /&gt;After that somewhat stressful moment in kino, i decided to move away and make my move to have a cup of coffee to calm my nerves and have a relaxing read of the book i had just bought. There i was, sitting by the big glass window of coffee bean watching at the people in the park, with a steaming hot cup of joe and a good book to read and minding my own business when this bloody idiot of a person whom i think did not even have an iota of manners or civic mindedness gave this incredibly loud fart. yes you read it right the first time. he farted in public and the smell was...let me put it this way...so bad that i felt as if i was burried in shit! i quickly covered my nose and quickly moved my not so nubile ass out of there!  right on cue, the guy stood up and moved away. hello dude! at the very least, have enuff manners and say sorry. but the guy just smiled and got out, i guess he was embarrassed at not being able to control the urge to release noxious gasses in a confined space! anyways, after that i ordered another cup of coffee and i did not want to drink my joe anymore for fear that it might have been contaminated by pollutants from someone elses ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115768059052147018?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115768059052147018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115768059052147018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115768059052147018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115768059052147018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/09/grouses.html' title='Grouses'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115553120774422733</id><published>2006-08-14T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T12:53:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mawi</title><content type='html'>Hello...&lt;br /&gt;I know i know...weird topic, but i can't help it...i am totally in awe of him, such a performer, such an angelic voice!!NOT!!!!!!!!! bleurgh!&lt;br /&gt;The guy is not the least bit good looking, he can only sing one kind of music and he can' dance. God knows what else he can't do. I am somewhat intrigued at how he can gather so much support! i mean its amazing, we have seen zahid and vince, both i think have more talent than him, well, at least vince does and this was proven when he brought different types of songs and he was creative, he did not stick to the original songs, he made it his own..unlike mawi...even his english is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i'm not sure what to write about this guy, but i felt i have to. I think the overwhelming support for this guy is just ridiculous. There are so many other performers which i think is so much better than him and i sincerely do not think he deserves all the hype that has been given to him. Its totally insane...let him go thru malaysian idol and see how he fares, i can bet you he won't even make it thru the prelims...&lt;br /&gt;Why people why? why do you worship him so much, he is only human and furthermore, he is not all that great a performer, certainly not good enuff a performer to receive all the adulation that he has received.&lt;br /&gt;He has been banging on his aduhai salihah for ages and ages and his collaborations with jamal and m nasir...for me, he does not even belong on the same stage as this two great maestros..&lt;br /&gt;Can't we the malaysian people wake up and not be blinded by his somewhat mediocre performances....enuff grovelling enuff giving him presents..leave him alone and see how he fares...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115553120774422733?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115553120774422733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115553120774422733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115553120774422733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115553120774422733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/08/mawi.html' title='Mawi'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115526079782928572</id><published>2006-08-11T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:46:37.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cloudy friday morning</title><content type='html'>hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a cloudy and thus gloomy friday morning. what a way to end a week. got caught in traffic. i was not freaing moving for about 15 minutes. was basically stationary. luckily i had some form of entertainment. i had this mat salleh guy looking all irate and gesturing all types of obcenities. Heheh...so i wound down my window and asked him whats the matter...was he late for an appointment, so he said rather comically that he had to go pee!!!! hahahah...you should have seen the guys face, he had a bushy moustache and beard with a wisp of curly hair....and how he contorted his face was funny....i guess i would be looking like that if i had to control my bladder for a long time....heheh....anyways, that made my morning.....&lt;br /&gt;got to work late...damn it, i've been late too many times this week, luckily i found out my boss was later than me...so phew.....&lt;br /&gt;neways, as i was smoking at the stairwell, i kinda found myself thinking of some sad things.....i dunno...the weather i guess.....well....my mum is not feeling very well at the moment and i was imagining all sorts of things....i shouldn't be, but damn it, the weather!!!!...neways, i know my mum wants me to get married soon....very soon, she keeps saying that her son is already getting old and shud be finding someone to settle down with...you know the drill....get married, have kids and live happily ever after.....and i have upset my mum countless of times by reiterating that i'm not ready yet or i have not found the right one.....we would get into fight and arguments and my mum would bermasam muka and stuff like that.....i knw she is right and i know i am wrong...but what can i do...somehow or rather, i just seem to not want to make any effort into settling down.....i pity my mum sometimes...well...all the time actually....she must be thinking what in the world is happening to her son...i guess she got so worried that she actually asked me whether i was gay last weekend!!! heheh....which i replied that i am not and i am straight...kinda funny when your own mum asks you that......neways, a day after that, we went for a wedding and you know how i hate weddings, all the aunties and uncles and cousins will start asking the QUESTION!!! but someone said something which made my mum worry even more, this cousin of mine...she told my mum that i wear colourful and loud colours at work...this cousin of mine works in the same office by the way...she said i looked kinda gayish, but my cousin said i looked only and that i dun behave like one.....so this got my mum even more upset...so much so that i got a long talk about being gay and her views of it and that i shud get married yadda yadda yadda.....&lt;br /&gt;heheh.....for everyone's knowledge..i am not gay and i do not have any wish to have anything stuck up my ass!!!!! or in my mouth!!!!!! i am perfectly straight.....&lt;br /&gt;man...how did i get into this insane topic anyways........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115526079782928572?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115526079782928572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115526079782928572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115526079782928572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115526079782928572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/08/cloudy-friday-morning.html' title='cloudy friday morning'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115476742385845023</id><published>2006-08-05T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T16:43:43.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family and friends</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a comment about my previous posting thru the email recently and this person stated that i was very the perasan. I replied back very emotionally which is very unlike me, but to a certain extent, i guess i was deeply hurt by the comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed the person again today apologising and i guess from now on, i have a lesson to learn, that is to stop perasaning and blowing my own horn. Let people judge me and my character and i have to be humble of whom and what i am. Its hard but i guess its for the better. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a complex person and i will be the first to admit it. I'm a walking contradiction especially when it comes to my own personal life, which i lead with no direction whatsoever and basically just bulldoze myself thru whatever barrier there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i dun have the same problem with my working life. I know what i want and what i want to achieve and this can best be deciphered to my choice of staying with my current company rather than move away and exploring new things. My sole aim and goal in my working life is to earn as much money possible for my own use and my future family, if any that is! I do not seek an ovasion when i do something great, i dun expect a pat on the back if i were to stay in late at work but i do expect to be remunerated as to the work that i have done. I think that is what we all expect from our employers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my family, I am extremely close to my mum and my second sis. My second sis is like my love doctor or confidante!! she knows almost all the juicy tit bits and basically she will definitely have a say as to whom i will be getting married to!! hehehh...I know i know, its my own life and i have to decide whom i want to get married to, but this won't stop me from listening to my sisters opinion. She knows me well enuff to know what i am looking for. As for my mum, mummy dearest has been there for me thru all my relationships and so far, she has managed to get on pretty well with whomever i bring home!!! hehe...Love you mum and i hope you get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, i have different circle of friends, i have my college friends, i have my office friends and i have my paintball buddies. Different groups of people with very different characteristics. My college friends are those whom have known me the longest and a group which i am most comfortable with, they have seen me thru my lowest and highest points and we are like siblings to a certain extent, initially starting with myself and three other male buddies, tis has grown to include their wives and girlfriends and other people whom have managed to gel with the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office friends...hmm...well, acquaintances more like it, but there are a few whom i consider as very close friends whom i share my working woes and to a certain extent, my personal life too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paintball buddies are the people whom i am most crazy with!!!! we play hard, we live fast and we party like mad!! tantrums have been thrown, four letter words aplenty, but we stick together thru thick and thin for the love of paintball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is a special group i have which does not come into any of the above groups...these people are people whom i have met either thru the internet or friend of friends.  Some of which i have met and some of which, i have not, heheh...i know i know, how can i be close to people whom i have never met...no idea actually, but i am definitely enamoured by these person(s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people, these are the lovely people whom i have in my life and that has managed to make my life that slightly less miserable, well a lot less actually!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115476742385845023?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115476742385845023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115476742385845023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115476742385845023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115476742385845023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/08/family-and-friends.html' title='family and friends'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115458675748454994</id><published>2006-08-03T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:41:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long lost friend</title><content type='html'>Hello..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call last nite from a long lost friend. She is now working with a bank at jln ampang. I think its been ages since we last talked on the phone. I remembered the last time i was talking to her, i thought my ex colleague was trying to ask her out. I foundout last nite he was after her friend.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we started talking and talking and i asked her, why has she remained single all this while? i have to add here that she is rather tall and she is i have to admit, quite good looking as she was an ex model turned banker. I know for a fact that she has been rather fussy and as a such been involved in a few messy break ups.&lt;br /&gt;I also have to add we were quite close to an extent some of our friends thought we were going out together as a couple, we were close but never got beyond that because of certain issues which could never ever be solved unless she was willing to sacrifice a lot.&lt;br /&gt;So she told me one of her reasons was that no guy had appealed yet. anyways, we will be meeting up for drinks soon, how soon, next week soon, i wanna catch up with her and get all the latest gossips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115458675748454994?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115458675748454994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115458675748454994&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115458675748454994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115458675748454994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-lost-friend.html' title='long lost friend'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115318729170502242</id><published>2006-07-18T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T09:48:11.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siti Nurhaliza!!</title><content type='html'>Heh...what a topic, the hottest news regarding an artiste this year, well, rumours has been going around for ages and finally, the veil has been lifted, she is definitely going to marry the guy, Dato K.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of negative comments have been going around about her marriage to this old bugger and i don't blame them much. Some have said she is a gold digger, some say she is a husband stealer, some say she uses black magic to maintain the way she looks and to get the guy and God knows what else! the stuff that is going around about this marriage is just crazy ok. People are comparing this to posh spice and beckham, jolie and brat pitt...wedding of the year kinda thingy.&lt;br /&gt;well, i do hope our paparazi won't be an crazy as the french paparazi who chased Lady Di. We certainly dun want to see headlines saying that siti got killed whilst being chased by the local paparazi...that wouldn't be good now would it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my personal opinion, i dun think she has much choice, its not to say that she is pregnant or she lost her virginity to the guy or anything of the sort, its just because of who she is. She is in her late twenties, hugely successful, a well known public figure and artiste, has the support of the malaysian government in anything she does, we all know she has made millions from singing and doing advertising and promoting, is basically the darling of every mak cik, pak cik, factory worker, students from the local universities and up and coming wannabe artiste and basically every tom dick and harry and mary jane and cindy who follows fervently the local entertainment scene. She is an icon so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;So which guy from her age group, late twenties early thirties, has the balls to actually approach her and ask her for marriage? i think no malay guy has the guts to go up to her and ask her for marriage, they are too intimidated by her, too scared of her popularity and her influence, her star status. Anak jantan mana yang berani! C'mon, lets face it, not many malay guys her age group actually comes close to her social or financial status. I can name a few, like KJ and Fazli who could match her, but KJ is too involved in politics and maya karin i think whilst fazli, God knows what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if someone did ask her hand for marriage, would she accept it in the first place, would her family accept it? I'm sure she and her family will want to determine whether the guy can accept her for who she is, giving her support from behind, not steal her thunder and at the very least, able to accept that she is a popular figure and that she will not be able to actually do her wifely duties as expected. the guy on the other hand will have to learn to accept that she will always be busy with her work, will never be around the house whenever he wants her, that he will never have her just for himself and he will never again lead the lifestyle that he has grown accustomed to. its a huge burden that the guy will have to accept.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that siti would prefer to marry someone who is younger, better looking and more acceptable to the public, i'm sure she does not want to court any controversy, afterall, she has been clean all this while, which is something by itself!&lt;br /&gt;So i guess, in my opinion, thats why this happened? oh well, cest la vie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115318729170502242?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115318729170502242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115318729170502242&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115318729170502242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115318729170502242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/07/siti-nurhaliza.html' title='Siti Nurhaliza!!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115267568756859572</id><published>2006-07-12T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:41:27.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what to write but i wanna write something. I'm not bored at work cause i do have work, but my mind is racing right now, on what? i'm not very sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, i'm seriously contemplating on quitting paintball next year. The reason being i need to start saving up. Ever since i started on paintball, i haven't been saving as how i did before i started playing paintball. anyways, i think i have achieved whatever i need to achieve in paintball in malaysia. i've been playing competitive paintball since early 2004, i have been playing in division one for the last 2 years or so, i have played with and owned some of the best markers on the market, i have played internationally and most of all, i have made some really good friends. I'm not saying i've done it all in paintball, heck no, i have a long way to go, but i think, whatever that can be achived within my limits have been achieved and i dun think i can go any further. i will never totally quit paintball, maybe the occasional game or so or maybe when my team needs me for whatever reason, i might help out, but i'm seriously thinking of totally quitting playing paintball on a regular basis. Its too exhaustive and its doing too much harm to my bank balance. Its in no way a cheap sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm definitely not going to sit on my fat arse and get fat, i'm already fat as it is, but i might try something less expensive. golf maybe? the start up can be kinda expensive. I know the classes are rather pricy like maybe RM800 and the clubs...well, it can range between 1K to 5K...but after that, its just the green fees...well just hafta wait and see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start saving moolah!!! I got plans and i'm giving myself 1 year to meet my target savings....aarrgghh!! looks like its gonna be nasi lemak and roti canai the whole of next year!! hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115267568756859572?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115267568756859572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115267568756859572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115267568756859572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115267568756859572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115217553264635512</id><published>2006-07-06T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:45:32.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aRTSY fARTSY</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share some experiences of different theater places which i have visited since i first had any interest in the Arts scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first theater which i had visited was Actors Studio Bangsar when it was located underneath dataran Merdeka. I had only been there a couple of times but it left a lasting impression on me. The theater was definitely smaller and less glamorous than its current re-incarnation at BSC. I remembered it being a shoe box shaped and quite small and rather claustrophobic. Air circulation was not all that great and we would end up sweating if the place was full. I dun remember clearly whether it had any functional sound or lighthing system. But to me, that was how a theater should be after a steady diet of reading books and being exposed to similar designs on the idiot box. For me, it was an experimental theater, full of dark images, dodgy sound and lighthing systems, seedy looking theater go-ers and shows which were much maligned by the ordinary folk.&lt;br /&gt;Remember city hall and the vagina monologues, holy jeez, c'mon people, it was an art theater, an experimental one at that and it allowed people who had creative juices an outlet to showcase their talents. We can't allow red tape and bureaucracy to stifle our local artists creative juices! So kudos to all of those people who banded together to overcome such obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered Faridah at the shop opposite of the theater. it was littered with all kinds of interesting knick knacks from books to videos to posters and everything else imaginable which you could associate with the art world. Faridah always had a smile whenever we went to her shop or theater and as always until now, she has a ready smile to people like me who love the arts but can't tell jack shit from a legal text(i'm trained as a lawyer, but i'm pretty crappy at what i do) or a manuscript. Truly a kindred spirit of the art world.&lt;br /&gt;It was from Actors studio bangsar which i had experienced my first theater and from there, my interest for the arts, whether conventional or otherwise, started and my heartful thanks to those people at the original ASB in dataran for helping me realised that i had a passion for the arts, albeit as just an onlooker and not a participant.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell more of the places i have been in my later blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115217553264635512?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115217553264635512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115217553264635512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115217553264635512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115217553264635512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/07/artsy-fartsy.html' title='aRTSY fARTSY'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-115189766332196826</id><published>2006-07-03T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:34:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last weekend!</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend meaning my last weekend which i can really relax. This coming week, i start my paintball training again after a 3 week lay-off. Have to prepare for 2 tournaments. First in Bukit Jalil on the 29th and 30th of July and the second in Bangkok on the 26th and 27th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a great weekend. Started by having drinks with a friend in San Fransisco Steak House in KLCC. Had a great time chatting with her. Then went home to catch the World Cup. Heh..i supported Germany in the match against Argentine solely because i had money on the game, I won but later found out that the bet was only for the 90 minutes and not taking into consideration of the extra time and penalties. Damn! Slept during the Itlay match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday woke up at 2pm i think. Had a long sleep, man, it was great, wish i could do this every freaking day...anyways, went to tmn tun to send my laundry and to actors studio bangsar for tickets to an independant film series in KLPac. Later that nite, met some friends in Hartamas to watch the england v. portugal match, i had money on this too, so i was rooting for Portugal, i won again!!!! anyways, got caught in the jam after the match. Luckily got back in time to watch the Brazil match, man, what a let down, i supported Brazil to go all the way to the finals, same as everyone else i guess.  I mean who would have thot that they would lose to France, i guess now we can safely say the France is Brazil's bogey team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at noon on Sunday to pick up a friend for the Indendant film series. It was a series of 4 short films by Liew Seng Tat, an ex student of MMU. The acting was below average, he later explained that the actors and actresses were family and friends who had helped him out and obviously the acting would be below average. His short film were so-so, expected from a student production, nothing much to highlight with the  exception of the 4th film. Damn! that was one shocking film, thought provoking, vomit inducing and  an all round assault on your beliefs, thots and ideas. It was sexually provoking and lead me to belief that all is not right with the directors grey matter. But kudos to him, he had a strong belief in himself and the guts to churn out such a film. I did not have such a high regard of his earlier shown work, but that fourth one changed my perception of him, not saying that his artistic skill was equal to that of a yasmin ahmad or a faridah merican, but he certainly had the balls and the pubic hair (hehehe) to even come up with such a story. Damn, and it was thick pubic hair!! hehe...my friend and i, we didn't know whether to laugh, to cry or what. but the shock factor was really up there. the part when the lead actor kissed, i mean kissed on the lips, a full bloody wet kiss on the lips of a 70+ year old women was unimaginable. Maybe if you saw one of those kinky fetish x rated films, you might get to watch something like this, but this was a malaysian short film, done in malaysia , acted by malaysian! heh...Kudos to Liew Seng Tat! I admire your guts and your balls to actually have the gall to show this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to this hotel opposite the PM's former official residences, it was this huge former colonial british residence which now had been transformed into one of the best hotels in malaysia, if not the best then definitely one of the priciest. anyways, we chose to have the english afternoon tea which came served in fine china with a red and white floral design and we sat by the verandah on this huge rattan chairs with cushions. We had ordered the english afternoon tea. its a set which consisted of sandwiches, cakes, scones and creme brulee'. Since we chose the english tea set, obviously we had to drink it down with something english, and no, we did not have ale or lager or anything of the sort, but we had Earl Grey...veryEnglish!!! heh...&lt;br /&gt;The place was as how i imagined, very british with wooden floors and fans and rattan furniture everywhere with crisp white linen and whitewash walls...the waiters who served us served us with aplomb and were very discreet to an extent that i kept drinking my tea thinking when am i ever going to finish it!!! heh..i forgot that the waiter kept refilling it!! now thats what i call service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i had a great time and i had my friend to thank for it. If you are reading this, thanks for acompanying me for the show and tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....thats it, till later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115189766332196826?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115189766332196826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115189766332196826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115189766332196826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115189766332196826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-weekend.html' title='Last weekend!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-115146145982914264</id><published>2006-06-28T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T10:24:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written about places to eat, hang out and lounge and i know i'll run out of places to write soon cause i haven't tried any new places for a very very long time. so this time round, i'm going to write about one of my getaways.&lt;br /&gt;one thing weird about me is that i like to go on trips alone. i've gone to gold coast, brisbane, paris and penang alone. not to say i prefer it that way, but there is always a factor which somehow or rather would make me go for a trip alone. but lets not talk about this now. we'll save it for another scratching.&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about my penang retreat. i term it retreat for a reason. for me retreat is not about running here and running there, visiting all the places of interest and shop till you drop kinda thing, for me that is called a holiday. A retreat for me is where i go somewhere and just not be bothered about anything else. no concerns about not being able to visit this and that place or shop for souveniors. I just go there and do my own thing whether it be lying in the sun, walking about aimlessly or sleep the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Well my penang retreat was just that. I left on a friday morning from my place in subang and took a slow drive to penang. i did not target to arrive at so and so hours i just drove. the drive itself was uneventful except for catching myself asleep a couple of times at the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;arrived in penang and took this hotel by feringghi beach. it was right at the end of the feringghi beach stretch. checked in got to my room and snoozed! heh...&lt;br /&gt;got up late in the afternoon and dressed in surfer shorts and beach slippers and went to the beach. i walked and walked from one end of the beach to the other before snoozing at the other end of the beach. then caught the sunset which was not all that great partly because the sun wasn't setting all that great!! heh and partly because sunsets will always bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;got back to the room, spoke on the phone for a couple of hours and slept.&lt;br /&gt;this was my routine the whole time i was in penang. i did not leave the hotel at all. Never got into my car, never drove, never went to town, never explored and never went out to eat. my routine was basically sleep, wake up, shower, beach, lunch, snooze, beach, snooze, sunset, shower dinner, phone slept. heh...heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I needed the retreat for a few reasons, one was due to the stress at work and another was because i was going thru a bad patch in my personal life. it worked. i felt rejuvenated and fresh. came back on top of the world and looking for challenges...heh...i was an arrogant bastard again!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i would suggest to everyone to go for a retreat to recuperate and to rejuvenate. it does wonders. i'm getting stale a bit now eventho i just got back from a tournament in taiwan. so i'm really really looking forward to my trip to thailand for a retreat cum tournament thingy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115146145982914264?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115146145982914264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115146145982914264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115146145982914264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115146145982914264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/06/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-115139849508857582</id><published>2006-06-27T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:54:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food!!</title><content type='html'>Hi again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored and at the same time busy. weird combination ain't it. ok, back to my fav topic, food and hanging out places.&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned earlier about bodega, alexis and 2 mamak shops, now i'm going to talk about places which have been lost in time or either changed so much or have already shut down. i loved these places.&lt;br /&gt;First place that comes to mind has got to be the sobranie classic cinema. it showed classic and independant films. I remembered watching bullit and a few french films there. it seated about 50 people comfortably. Very nice place, very private cause there were times there were only maybe about 4 or 5 people in the cinema. We were frequent enough visitors to an extent we were allowed to bring in coffee and watch the show, coffee was on the house by the way. The placed also housed a french fine dining restaurant with a pianist playing some soulful tune plus an art gallery. the place at night was lighted by blue lights, not those blue neon light but light which gave the place a surreal feeling. I remembered sitting outside on a chair whilst waiting for the movie to start, i could hear the pianist playing something and watching the smoke from my cigaratte. amazing feeling. Sadly, the place shut down a few years back, i guess it never got a following. i have yet to find a place where i can watch independant films where everything was so laid back and the people so inviting. this was a dream place to hang out at nite with the light effect and the music.&lt;br /&gt;Another place would be the top hat restaurant, its still around but a couple of years back, it was a lonely place surrounded by tall trees and lush greenery. This was all before the tall buildings opposite it rose. Damn those buildings. remembered eating by the balcony with candlelight with an almost empty restaurant with the soothing sounds of jazz in the background. then having a walk in the garden with the full moon and the twin tower lights in the background, could hear crickets i think it was or some other kind of insect making noises, kind of romantic. but sadly, the place is not by a main road and in front of it are huge buildings, totally dwarfing the place and limiting the sky line view.&lt;br /&gt;One place which had fond memories for me was central market. this was back in 92 &amp; 93. i was studying in mrsm quantan but often came back. then the place to hang out for me was cm. i used to hang out on the first floor near the palm reading area. i had a birds eye view of everyone walking on the ground floor. i loved to people watch and this place was great. all kinds of people walked through those passages/corridors. people in ofice attire, kids in school uniform, rastafarians in their colourful hats and artists of all shapes and sizes. when i say artist, i meant painters those people with skilled hands and a creative noggin. not actors or singers. bleurgh! i loved the banter going on amongst the artist when doing their sketches or paintings or the guy  who mans the t shirt printing stall right underneath me. we had a quiet recognition with a nod and a smile everytime i hang out there. i loved the smell of the incense from all those quirky shops selling these weird handicrafts and scary masks or listening to the palm reading telling fortunes. i have not gone to this place for more than 10 years and i bet, if i were to vsit the place, i can still expect the old chinese guy reading palms or the strange smelling incense floating about.&lt;br /&gt;hahah....i can go on and on and on...but i'll save it for next time...&lt;br /&gt;ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115139849508857582?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115139849508857582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115139849508857582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115139849508857582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115139849508857582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/06/food.html' title='food!!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-115138099244602480</id><published>2006-06-27T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T12:03:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do i write about?</title><content type='html'>Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been ages since i lasted posted anything here, anyways, not sure whether anyone reads whatever i write anyways since i dun actually advertise it, i think less than 5 people actually have my blog address....its not that i want to advertise to my friends or anything like that, but i'm just plain lazy!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, whilst thinking of what to write, i just realised that my one hobby or passion has been neglected for quite a while. What is it, well, i used to love trying out new places to eat, to lounge about or to just hang out, and honestly, i just haven't had the time or money to do these kinda stuff anymore.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'll list down a few which i am sure is almost on everybody's list...&lt;br /&gt;A fav hangout, especially on a lazy sunday has got to be the bodega in bangsar, not the one at jln tengkat tung shin mind you. i love going there after waking up late on a sunday, usually around two, in my surfer shorts and loafers with a magazine and paper and ordering the all day breakfast! hahaha...it comes with juice and tea i think?? with hash brown, 2 eggs, sausage, beef bacon, bread and mushrooms, well, actually thats what i normally would choose as they give you a selection to choose from. I'd sit there by the window eating and reading and afterwards walk around the night market looking at all the funny stuff they have there...i bought my thumb ring for about RM15 i think...man, i miss those days, anyways, i might be going there this sunday, i finally have a sunday free after a hectic paintball season!&lt;br /&gt;Another hangout would be Alexis at Great Eastern Mall! Normally i'd go there either on a friday or a saturday nite to catch the live performances...mostly jazz and R&amp;B. It's a simple place with minimalist decor and a great ambiance, for me at least. the place is not too crowded and the crowd not too rowdy, just about nice. the live performances are my taste since i'm into these kinda music anyways. love the pizzas there. if you want to have a good place to watch the band play, then you have to book early and get a table somewhere in the middle, not too far back near the main entrance or too near the stage. small tables with candles and a good drink. thats what i'm talking!&lt;br /&gt;Food!! almost forgot about that! well, i'm into soups now...nothing fancy but just something simple but very filling...there are two places i'd go....one would be at this mamak stall at jalan doraisamy opposite kompleks wilayah...try the soup campur/antarabangsa there...not too spicy and thick, it had chicken, beef, lamb, perut, lidah, tulang and the famous torpedo! (bulls dick!). this soup is not for picky eaters. you honestly would not know what you are actually eating. Just pray to God and hope it taste nice! heheh....another place would be this mamak place also, its kinda famous amongst kl-ites for a late nite snack...its the mamak place near klcc..opposite avenue k. 2 stories in an old bungalow lot. The soup campur here is just fantastic. its a thick and spicy broth. u have a choice of either big or small. go for the big one and ask for the chicken, tulang and perut!!! and ask for extra bawang goreng!!!! then get the bread, its those home made bread, the thick ones that is normally sold by those guys driving around on motorbikes, to mop up the soup. simply sinful!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok enough about food and blogging. i gotta work.&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-115138099244602480?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/115138099244602480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=115138099244602480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115138099244602480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/115138099244602480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-do-i-write-about.html' title='What do i write about?'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-114906215184909419</id><published>2006-05-31T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T15:55:51.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mentally and physically drained</title><content type='html'>Hello people,&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Taiwan and it was a blast! from the players perspective i mean. In terms of organisation, things could have been a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;My team, team xtioneers consisting of Paul, Rashid, Gary, Redza, Danny, Catherine and myself, played our heart out and proud to say we managed to scramble thru to the quarters. sad to say, that even tho we managed to win one game and had two draws, we still did not qualify to the semis. from our group, datis from iran managed o make it to the semis, kudos to them obviously.&lt;br /&gt;We had made really good friends and renewed old acquaintances. Renewed acquaintances with Toon and Eddy from Thailand, Bryon, Deborah and Steven from Dye, Jabba, Toby, Ulrich and Wilfred of the Euro Refs and made new friends with Rex, Dale, Raj, Joyce, Michelle from Taiwan and a lot more whom i can't recall. These people made my time there extra special.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with the people from Dye on Saturday and they were really nice people, then had dinner with some of the guys from thailand and had dinner with some people from taiwan on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Also got to know Joyce and Michelle, both malaysians who are studying in taiwan who became our translator, tour guide and friend. Your time with us was invaluable.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian hospitality even in taiwan was at its best. Goes to show that we malaysians really are a very hospitable bunch of people wherever we are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-114906215184909419?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/114906215184909419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=114906215184909419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114906215184909419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114906215184909419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/05/mentally-and-physically-drained.html' title='mentally and physically drained'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-114826461770997311</id><published>2006-05-22T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:23:37.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadya</title><content type='html'>Hello dear..&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that you read this as i think i will have to explain to you what the situation really is, as from our conversation, it seems that there was some miscommunication.&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know how and where to start but i know i've got to put it right. The last 2 years of knowing you through the phone and texts has been rather perplexing to say the least. I have not had a relationship based just solely through the telephone. I could only hear your voice and try to decipher the emotions through your voice without any visual aid. So sometimes, its kind of difficult to know how and what you really mean.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard you laugh, i have heard you being upset and angry and i have heard you cry. From your voice i could feel the manjaness, the sadness and the happiness, sometimes i could even picture your smile thru the phone by just listening to your voice, yeah i know its crazy, but it does happen, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;We have had our ups and downs, i remembered the present you sent, THAT was a very nice suprise, or the scoldings i got from you whenever i go off on one of my crazy diet ideas, about you advising me to eat properly and to drink lots and lots of WATER!!!!!...you have always been very concerned about me, eventho we only communicated thru the phone and i really appreciate that. I know i have been trying my best to be there for you and i know sometimes i fail you horribly.&lt;br /&gt;Seems that you read my blogs recently and have come to a conclusion that i have purposely set out to make sure that whatever we had would never materialise. But you got it wrong dear. you got it so very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The major difference was that with you, i was the one who pursued and tried my best to get to know you better and to get closer to you. Eventho you have refused to meet up with me countless of times, even until now, i still tried to get to know you better and i tried to be there as best as i can. normally, i wouldn't give a damn if a girl were to treat me the way you treated me as people always say, there are many other fishies in the sea. I concur with that fact, but somehow i was still adamant about getting close to you.&lt;br /&gt;So you see, all this while, i have been pursuing you. thats the major difference. I wanted this, whatever we had, i wanted it and i want more. but as always, you kept your distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-114826461770997311?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/114826461770997311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=114826461770997311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114826461770997311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114826461770997311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/05/nadya.html' title='Nadya'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-114765837167065812</id><published>2006-05-15T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T09:59:31.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relationships!</title><content type='html'>Hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some of ou must have read my previous posting and how i am in a bind over relationships, this is to put it very midly of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, over the weekend, this topic of relationships came up again and again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rather close friend of mine whom, i would say is a more of a playboy type of person than i am, and well, he just dropped a bombshell informing us that he will be getting married next month to his girlfriend whom he has known for about a year...i saw total bliss in his eyes, the sigh of contentment and that kinda look when you are deeply in love, i saw that in his future wife too....the amazing thing is, i never thot this guy would want to settle down this fast, i'be known him for about 3 years and we go out quite often, he never was the sort of person to settle down...and amazingly, he is and will by next month.....congratulations bro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing happened over the weekend too, the next day in fact, well, technically the next day..i was hanging out at heritage row with a couple of friends, some of which i had just met that nite and 1 girl whom i have been going out with, not every day or every couple of days mind you, but like once a week kind of thing...but we have known each other for ages and ages. anyways, a friend of this girl informed me that the girls parents want to hook up with her....how amazing is that! that friend of hers knows the parents very well and thats how her parents told her to tell me if ever she met up with me....so there i was, flabbergasted that someones parents want me to hook up with their daughter, i mean i've only met the parents like once and that was like ages ago!!! anyways...obviously, for those of you who know me, the answer was a resounding NO! dun get me wrong, the girl is a nice person, i like her character and her nonchalant way of looking at things, her fun way of looking at life and her looks....she is as always, perfect in her own very way...but then again, its me who is at fault here....i'm not looking for one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last nite...i had the dreaded relationship conversation with my mum again...this never ever fails to crop up whenever we have a talk....there she goes about me getting old and bla and bla and bla....she was commenting me about the girls whom i have been going out with and at the same time i'm updating her about the girls whom i am going out with, but strictly as friends...no more no less.....anyways, bottom line, she wants to see me get married or at the very least have a relationshp so she knows that someone is looking after me...i love my mum with all my heart but i had to break it by saying i'm not ready yet for one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in 3 days, i've had 3 different relationship issues or matters that was brought up...amazing aint it.....neways, as my previous posting..not yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another tangent, i'm now in the midst of preparing for my taiwan paintball excursion and we had a brutal training cum skirmish session over the weekened...brutal since we had to go up against some of the best teams available and punishing because we pushed our selves to the limit by playing 9 games in about 4 hours....normally, we play about 6 games on a tourney day, but this was 9! well, we lost 2, so the percentage was not all that bad....so this final 2 weeks before the tournament will be meeting and discussions to finalise all the logistical and tactical stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week also i'm watching grease with my ex and some of her friends....haven't met her for ages...so i can't wait....i've got to tell her to decide soon on when she wants to go since i need to schedule my paintball meetings around it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-114765837167065812?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/114765837167065812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=114765837167065812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114765837167065812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114765837167065812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/05/relationships.html' title='relationships!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-114716837775250555</id><published>2006-05-09T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:52:57.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miserable, tortured and........</title><content type='html'>hi,&lt;br /&gt;its been sometime since i last wrote my thots in here...i have been meaning to write, but just can't seem to find  the energy or put my thots in order.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to try but excuse me if somehow or rather, the thots are incoherant as i am rather mixed up right now....both personal and working life...&lt;br /&gt;these last couple of weeks have been a roller coaster for me..too many highs and too many lows..but more lows than highs. i had to dissappoint some people whom i am close to and at the same time, i tortured myself to oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;To all those people whom i said no, or i'm not ready or i'm not looking for one at the moment, from the bottom of my heart, i truly and sincerely apologise. If i have led you to believe or felt differently from my words or actions, it had been done without malice nor was it done purposely. I sometimes may not be able to control how i behave or react as i do love and crave the attention which i had for so long lost and i may have found that in some of you, the closeness, the rapport, the warmth, care and the love. it was as if i was transported back to time back to the days when i knew to love and to receive love. I miss that and i guess i found that in some of you. I truly am sorry if i may have misused the comforts or affections that had been given.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to love, to care and to be affectionate with, i guess when we became close, i found that someone in a few of you. That would explain why i have been behaving that way. I have been sincere in my affections and my caring attitude towards all of you were, is and will forever be genuine and as long as we remain close, it will always be that way. However, if any of you may have felt that you had been cheated in way way or another and wish to severe whatever relationship or friendship we had, i truly do understand.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, last week, after almost 2 years of being single, i kind of opened up myself to someone whom i was rather close to, emotionally, mentally and physically. I thought to myself, this is something new and i started to hope for something with that person. I should have known better, that person had gone thru a similar situation which i had endured a couple of years ago and she had no need for another relationship except for her ex boyfriend. She never knew what i felt as i never told her and i had managed to keep myself in check. Now i know how it feels to be at the receiving end. This rejection or sorts and my current situation have made me bitter towards females. I believe and i want to force myself to believe that i can live without the affections or love of another female. I do not want to get hurt nor do i wish to be in the same situation as to what i am having to go thru this very moment. It hurts too deep and it affects me so much that at times, i feel so lost and lonely and trust me, it is not something which a person would want to endure.&lt;br /&gt;I would sometimes, all of a sudden remember the times i had with my ex, and when i realise that we had broken up, it drives me insane and i would somehow or rather be wondering, what did i do wrong, didn't i love her enough, didn't i care for her enough, didn't i give her enough space, what did i do that wasn't enough?&lt;br /&gt;My current stance at the moment is, to wait for her to come back, somehow or rather, i do not know whether she will. She has a life with another guy and i think she is happy with that other guy as it seems, she has been avoiding me at all cost. I for one, do not how long i will wait, am i doing this for her, am i doing this for myself or is there any other feasible reason why i am doing this. i have no idea. all i know at this moment, any relationship that i may get myself into, i will end up hurting my partner as i am fully aware that if ever my ex were to want me back, i'll just drop the new partner. This is how deeply and madly i love my ex. so to all the girls which i had been close or whom i had turned away the affections, i am doing this for me and for you because i know ultimately what will happen. because of this, i am not sure of whether i am capable of loving anyone else and how long will this feeling of mine last.&lt;br /&gt;I believe i had been scarred in my last relationship, i had loved that person so deeply that i refused to be committed to any other person except for her. i have received more than my fair share of people wanting to get committed or be in a relationship, but i have always steadfastly maintained that i am not looking for one nor am i ready for one. These people are perfect in their own unique ways and i adore each one of them, however, its just me and only me who is at fault for turning away these people.&lt;br /&gt;Am i turning senile? maybe i am..who knows....am i turning into a women hater...maybe...am i happy...definitely no....am i lost...definitely yes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-114716837775250555?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/114716837775250555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=114716837775250555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114716837775250555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114716837775250555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/05/miserable-tortured-and.html' title='miserable, tortured and........'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-114308376552735085</id><published>2006-03-23T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:16:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi</title><content type='html'>Morning everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Langkawi next week with my mum and 2 nephews. We are leaving on a Friday and will be returning on a Sunday. I was kinda happy to be finally getting out of KL. I need a break of seeing tall buildings, smog and rude drivers. Looking forward to lepaking on pristine beaches, clean air and just hanging out with my family. I know i will dera my nephews. They are so much fun to bully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was last nite. Driving to work this morning and thinking of Langkawi, i suddenly realised, the last time i went to Langkawi was with A. I suddenly i was filled with dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that all the memories will come flooding back. We were so happy when we were in Langkawi. We went to the aquarium, sat by the beach watching the sunset, had dinner by the beach. I have never ever done so much for a girl except for her. I did because she said, the most romantic a guy could do for her was by bringing her to watch the sunset, i did exactly that, but it was in Langkawi on a day trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm filled with trepidation now. I'm not sure how i will react once i reach there. I know i will be thinking of the times when we were there. Those were the happiest moments in my life. Now, its just a sad memory of what used to be. I want to go on writing but i dun think i can't. I dun seem to be able to write any coherant thots that i have. Its all jumbled up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do know one thing. I loved A with all my heart when we were there, and now, after everything that has happened, i still do love A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-114308376552735085?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/114308376552735085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=114308376552735085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114308376552735085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114308376552735085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/03/langkawi.html' title='Langkawi'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-114224789320909039</id><published>2006-03-13T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:04:54.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>645pm on a monday</title><content type='html'>I'm alone at work now, all my colleagues have gone back. not that i have anything urgent to rush, but i guess, even if i were to go home, there is nothing much that i could do other than watch tv and sleep. i do need sleep actually as it was a rather busy weekend for me, but..nah, nevermind, i'll put off sleep till later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i have no idea what to write, but i feel as if i need to write something, i'm trying to figure out what to write whilst writing actually...so bear with me whilst i find my inspiration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking at some pictures during lunch just now, well, pictures of A, and i felt kinda sad. no idea why, i guess i miss her terribly. she looked so happy in the pics that i kinda wished i was with her, beside her and sharing her joy. but then again, i can't. she has a boyfriend now. well, actually, she has had the same boyfriend for the last 2 years. but i just can't let go of her. no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since looking at her pictures during lunch time until now, i've been preety much depressed. this happens whenever i miss her, then i will take a look at her pictures, then i wish i was with her, then i know i could not, then i get depressed. its a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it. i have been single for the last 2 years not because i have not had the chance to have a relationship, but i knew i can't coz it wouldn't be fair to the new girl as i am pretty much still hung up about A. i have gone out with so many different girls so many times trying to find that spark that had been missing and i still can't find it. ugly ones, sexy ones, loud ones, quiet ones, you name it, i have gone out with them. but i keep thinking that A should be with me and not with her boyfriend. so in the end, i chose not to have a relationship with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when i see other couples walk together having a good time. i long for those moments when i was with her, talking to her, laughing, those kinda stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one has yet been able to replace her. try as i might, i still can't accept any other girl. there is nothing wrong with the girls, i guess its just me, i just can't let go of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, as long as she is not married, i'll continue being this way and there is just no finalisation on this. there is no end to it. i don't know, i just don't. and honestly, i shudder to think as to how i will be if she gets married. wonder how i will take it. will i take it hard or will i just brush it off. i don't know. and honestly, i'm a bit scared of losing her...as it is, i'm already a mess...damn it, i get all upset if i knew she had gone out with him or they had spent time together, but i hide it as well as i could.....but it hurts like hell inside. but my exterior i hope does not betray the deep hurt inside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please give me strength and courage, for i am just a weak human, i am already at my wits end on trying to control my emotions and i just do not know when i will fall over the edge, and if i do, please make it as painless as possible. everyday is another test, every call is another test of my emotional strength, and i know that i am getting weaker each day. last time, i know that everytime i fall, i will pick myself up, but now its taking so much strength that i am worried will i ever get up anymore sometimes. God, please help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-114224789320909039?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/114224789320909039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=114224789320909039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114224789320909039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114224789320909039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/03/645pm-on-monday.html' title='645pm on a monday'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-114119377185763904</id><published>2006-03-01T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:42:27.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>hi people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm numb. its wednesday and i'm numb..brain dead, soul dead, emotionally drained and physically paralysed. its gotten so bad that i have been freaking reastless today. going out for a fag break every couple of minutes. i've been so non-productive at work today i might as well took leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it had nothing to do with the fort minor concert i attended last nite with A, i went back early in fact and just watched tv the rest of the nite. so i know thats not an excuse. but what in the world is wrong with me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like doing something but not sure what, felt like eating something, but no idea what to eat. this is sick i tell you. its like i'm neither here nor there today, floating on air with my head in the clouds. i haven't been stressed or depressed or anything of the sort. i've just been restless.Goddammit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sink my teeth into something. i need to concentrate on something to get me going, but nothing seems to tickle my fancy. so help me god i'm lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-114119377185763904?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/114119377185763904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=114119377185763904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114119377185763904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114119377185763904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/02/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-114057446932970715</id><published>2006-02-22T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:14:29.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health! Mine!</title><content type='html'>Bonjour! hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite awhile since i last blogged. Well, nothing interesting has been happening thats why or maybe i didn't have the time. whatever it is, i finally managed to find some time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a medical check up recently over at a hospital that i think, if my memory serves me right, at a private hispotal owned by a singaporean corporation. you know what, previously, this hospital was a private hospital and i expected that there would definitely be some improvements after the buying, but alas, everything seems the same. Well, maybe the nurses clothes and stationary and the logos have changed, but everything else remains the same. Dilapidated looking halls, leaking toilets, faded curtains..well, you get the drift. Anyways, luckily, the service still remains top notch. The same people who served there all these years are still there, my nurse, Ms Kudva is still her cheerful talkative self, my doctor, Mr. Zach is still his solemn self. Thankfully, afterall these years, they, the personnel have not changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, registered myself, had a urine test, then had blood taken, then a x-ray then waited for about 20 minutes for the doctor. Well....to cut things short, results came back, it was good, as expected. The only blemish in a somewhat suprising healthy looking Feizal was that i had high cholestrol. Mind you, i kinda expected this. With all the eating i done. I've always had this thinking, I'm not going to diet and i'm not going to watch what i eat. I'm just going to wallop whatever comes to my plate. And true enough, I've got high cholestrol. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc said for my age, i shouldnt have such a high cholestrol level and he asked me what do i eat. I told him i ate about anything i wanted, at whatever amount i wanted and whenever i wanted. So there it is, the cause of my cholestrol. Just to give you an idea of how serious it is, the doc has put me on a 3 month diet. not strict diet, but something which i've got to devised myself. If in 3 months my cholestrol is has not gone down to a level which he is satisfied, i'm forced to take medication! its that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Its been 4 days since the check up and sadly, i've not managed to follow the diet regime i've planned. I've even enlist the help of a friend to help me watch my diet and she has been nagging me! heh..Thank you! i need it. Right this very moment, the only successful thing which i have managed to control is my drinks. I've stopped taking carbonated drinks altogether and begun to drink more plain water to help flush out the toxins. everything else is in a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, whoever has been living a life of indulgence all this while, i suggest, you either go for a medical or do things in moderation. or it might be too late and you become like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-114057446932970715?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/114057446932970715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=114057446932970715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114057446932970715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/114057446932970715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/02/health-mine.html' title='Health! Mine!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-113981178006926810</id><published>2006-02-13T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:34:31.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me!</title><content type='html'>Hi people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is there to tell about a person, i guess the norm would be hobbies, likes and dislikes, physical attributes and stuff like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah..should i use that to tell about myself? i'm sure that a few of you would like to know these kinda stuff, well, i'm sorry to dissapoint you but i'm going to do it in a different way. Well, maybe i'll just use it to satisfy some of you, especially to those of you who have not met me yet. This is not a angkat bakul session or anything like that...this is just me describing me?! weird ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, where do i start..I'm a 30 year old malay guy born and bred in KL. I'm about 5'7 and a half i think, tho i think i look shorter due to my ever increasing weight problems. If you must know, i'm about 72kgs now. well, it does not sit pretty of my body. I've definitely got a tummy, which i have been bringing around like a baby since i was in college! Its been upteen years, but somehow or rather, my tummy is still there..damnit! I'm definitely not handsome nor do i look like any superstar with some hot body. I can't sing nor can i dance, in fact, any movement which involves some grace and poetry, i suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working obviously, or how would i have been able to maintain my tummy! i work in a company in jalan sultan ismail where i do some legal work, mind you, i'm not any good at it, was thinking that i would have been some great corporate advisor, but nope, i'm just a low rung employee trying to make ends meet, rather unsuccessfully i might add.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun have a love life, i've been single for the last 2 years! this is the longest ever spell in which i have been single, believe it or not! its not that i have not been going out with the opposite sex, i have, trust me i have, but somehow or rather, no one has yet to grab my attention. or maybe, i'm still pretty much hung up about my ex. God knows whylah, she is most probably having a good time with her current beau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much into sports, well, not exactly sports per se, but more into sporting activities, currently, i'm involved in paintball in a big way. Every weekend i'll be going for training with my team. I've also been meaning to try white water rafting and sky diving, but somehow or rather, i've not been able to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also into theater, not acting or anything with talent, i just love to watch theater. Love watching stand up comedies, or dramas and musicals. My last theater was harith iskandar over at actors bangsar and my very first one was the sound of music in shah alam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think myself as not a complex human being but more of a confused bastard. I do now know what i want in life, i'm just trying to live one day at a time, not doing a good job at it. Sometimes i want to be this suave guy with a charming personality, some other times i just want to be some scruffy guy who just does not care about anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times when i would dress up in my scruffiest jeans and worn tee shirt and walk around chow kit or central market, looking like some lost idiot who does not have any education of any sort..then at nite, i'd be dressed in a full baju melayu complete with songket and songkok, clean shaven and nice smelling and behaving like the perfect gentleman. go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my frens, usually i'm the quietest, nary a word will come from my lips, i will just smile and laugh and listen to their stories. Its easier that way for me. I'm not much of a talker when it comes in a group, i normally feel more at ease when its in a smaller group. Even with my family i dun talk much, prefer to just be in my room and watch tv or sleep. But at work, i'm normally the emcee when it comes to public events..its two sides of a coin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complex metrosexual or confused bastard....confused arrogant son of a bitch would be the better description.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-113981178006926810?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/113981178006926810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=113981178006926810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113981178006926810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113981178006926810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/02/about-me.html' title='About me!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-113919325005564967</id><published>2006-02-06T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:34:10.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting weekend for me. Attended a wedding on sat nite, it was a cousins wedding that was held in a hall in cheras. And mind you, i'm shite in cheras, couldn't find my way round at all and got lost a couple of times, but we still managed to get there on time. Phew, or i would have gotten a right rollocking from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, as usual, the cousins will sit together, the aunts and uncles will sit together and so on and so forth. The normal banter will start, everyone catching up on what has been happening, gossips...you know the normal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was seated at a table with my two sisters and some other cousins, Kak S and Kak L. Both of which i am close. Both are also married with kids, TWINS!! Both Kak S and Kak L has a set each!! heh...at another table was Kak N. Also another cousin whom i am close to. Kak N is the eldest amongst us cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as usual, the topic of marriages came up and not suprisingly, my topic came up and they started fussing about it. This cousin asking this and that cousin asking that, but basically, they were wondering when was it my turn. I said, well, as for now, i'm pretty much single and having a blast so i'm not actively looking for anyone to occupy my time. Then they started asking whether Kak N's daughter had any good looking friends who are single, they wanted to match mate me!! God....its not that i dun want to find a girlfriend, i'm just not looking for any, and anyways, i dun think anyone would actually want me....so its mutual!! heh..in a sick kinda way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kak L asked me about my sex life? out of the blue ok, i was stunned? i mean what the hell? heh..i was non plussed and started to re-enact how a fish looked like!! heheh...mouth open and shut trying to think of an intelligent retort, but alas, i could only manage a smile...and for those who you who might be wondering, i'm still not going to answer..i'll leave it to your fertile imaginations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the thing is, why is it that everytime there is a wedding, everyone starts asking the bachelor and bachelorettes when will it be their time. i mean hello....some of us just don't intend to get married and then some of us are just not priveledge enuff to find a partner whom we want to spend our lives with. I mean, initially when i was with A, i wanted to marry her, we were even discussing about our engagement...but it never panned out obviously....but now that i've been single for almost 2 years, i'm pretty much ok with my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really gets me(not upset or anything, just irritated thats all) when people ask me when i'm going to get married, dah ader girlfriend ker belum, can i match-mate you, i've got a friend whom would be perfect for you, can i arrange a soiree( is this the right usage?)...what the heck!!! Because of this kinda questions, i'm kinda put off marriages, attending them i mean, unless its a really close relative or friend, then i wouldn't mind going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRGGHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-113919325005564967?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/113919325005564967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=113919325005564967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113919325005564967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113919325005564967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/02/weddings.html' title='Weddings!'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-113894023710016560</id><published>2006-02-03T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T12:17:17.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks vs. Character</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year and Awal Muharam to everyone. It was a nice long holiday for most of us. I hope everyone got back home safely and kudos to those who adhered to the speed limit on the highways. As usual, the holiday hiatus caused massive traffic along the roads leading up north and down south..but the roads in KL were clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a blog recently, by a lady friend of mine, well, not exactly a friend, but more of an acquaintance actually, hope to a be a friend soon...about the above topic, she had some very interesting views on it and knowing me, i have my own opinions on things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as with most guys, i do go for looks, this i have to admit cause i'd be lying thru my teeth if i said i didn't! and yes, call me a chauvinist pig..I'd love someone with nice hair, good features, cleavage, nice ass and long legs...a claire forlani(meet joe black heroine) lookalike or maybe a sienna miller kinda girl, i'm sure you get my drift. I mean which testosterone filled guy wouldn't want to be seen next to one of these lovely creations of God, i know i do and i admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! yes there is a but, i want more than just looks, i need someone with personality and character to match. I need someone whom i can have an intelligent conversation with, talk stuff like politics, life maybe even sports, who knows, i dun want someone who just knows the new in colour for lipstick or the new handbag designs by gucci and prada..someone whom would keep me amused by her intelligence, rants, brickbats and opinions on things and not just rely on her physical attributes to keep me amused, altho it will for a period of time i admit! i'm a guy for God's sake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit i'm not a gorgeous catwalk hunk with a six peck for a tummy, i'm just a normal guy who walks in shopping malls with a tummy and a silly grin on my face. I know i wouldn't be able to pull girls like flies with my looks nor would i be able to pull girls with my brains...I'm just a simple guy who knows or at least thinks he knows what he wants from a girl. I'm not looking for some gorgeous babe who is good in bed, i'm satisfied if she is plain ordinary looking or just pleasing to look at, but the more important thing for me is her personality and character. I mean looks will go off once you reach a certain age, things start sagging, wrinkles all over and cellulite might make an appearance too!! no operations involved of course! but what stays with you the rest of your life is your personality and character. i dun think my sexual appetite/libido will still be there once i'm 65 ok!!! altho i do hope for it!!!I just want someone whom i can still have a healthy conversation with, not bitchy all the time, some of the time is ok..basically someone whom i'm comfortable with in my old age so i won't die of boredom first! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i asking for too much? Am i asking for the perfect girl? Is it wrong for me to want something? Is it wrong for me to dream of getting someone like how i described, i think not. The catch or precaution is always that you have to keep an open mind about these things. You cannot expect a claire forlani with the brains of a NASA scientist, altho there are a few like that!! You have to look at yourself truthfully and think, who will be attracted to a guy like you? then you can scale down your expectations and hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-113894023710016560?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/113894023710016560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=113894023710016560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113894023710016560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113894023710016560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/02/looks-vs-character.html' title='Looks vs. Character'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-113677180562786903</id><published>2006-01-09T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:17:44.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminist!!?? women's lib?</title><content type='html'>Morning everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i start my scratching's, i'd like to take this opportunity to wish everyone Happy New Year,Selamat Hari Raya Haji and Happy Chinese New Year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..i had a very interesting discussion over the last couple of weekends. But i had to delay blogging this is as it is a rather touchy subject and i have been drafting and re-drafting this a couple of times.....but in the end, i just decided to write down whatever i was thinking...so apologies if everything is a bit hay wired.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to do with feminism, equal rights and equal opportunities. Its not to say that i do not agree with the advocacy of such thoughts, ideals or musings, i do agree with it, but to a certain extent, i do not consider myself as a male chauvinistic pig, but maybe after reading this, some of you may think that i am...but hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the female community started advocating equal rights and opportunities, equal chances and the like, i couldnt agree more, i mean why should the male community bear the heavy burden, let the women folk share and shoulder the burden too. However, i totally disagree (i know, it sounds rather strong) with absolute equality or opportunity in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree that females should be given an equal opportunity with regards to career and education and equal rights to be heard and their views to be taken seriously (this list is non-exhaustive mind you, i alone cannot and will not decide on what should and what should not be given equal opportunity), but there are certain areas which i think the male community should be given the dominant authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion wise, Islam advocates that the male is the head of the family and the out right leader in government and the females should take a back seat, this i think i can't say much and even if i could, i wouldn't dare as my knowledge of Islam is still in its infancy and i do not think i would be the best person to say my thoughts out loud for fear of being labelled as a rebel even by my own friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of education, i think females should be given every opportunity to have an education as i think, females and males are pretty much equal in this aspect. No doubt there may have been studies done by people with thick glasses and sparse hair with a receding hair line saying that the male community is more adept at and in education, but i beg to differ. I think females have shown to us that they are able to comprehend and understand better. I remembered my time as a student in MRSM and then in Aberystwyth, females have always seem to be a permanent fixture in the top students lists and honestly, i have always found that females teach better than males. But then again, maybe it was just because i was enamoured by the opposite sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in areas which does not require any physical exertion or contact, i think females should be given every opportunity and not be slagged off. They should be given a right to voice out their thoughts and also have a right to be heard and their views to be taken into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, well, more than a few years back, you could also say that culture played a major role in females taking the back seat in a lot of things.....i mean females were always expected to grow up with limited education and get married early and give birth, that was the major roles of females as deciphered or pre determined by the culture that we were brought up in. But with the advent of technology and to an extent, maybe a large extent the british coming to malaysia/malaya back then, opened more than a few avenues for females to seek an education and a vocation...this lead to the opening of doors to more pathways which was never opened before.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Males, i think we somehow seem to take our superiority for granted, we think it is our given right to be superior than females. Maybe a couple of hundred years ago it was that way as everything boiled down to physical exertion..but nowadays, the grey matter in our heads count too...sometimes more than equal measure... and i do not think that God made males superior than females in this matter, i think God made us equal, its up to us on how to make full use of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the local front, the recent laws that was made about females and males..about what can be done and what cannot be done and so on and so forth....well....honestly, its a load of bull....throw it out for God's sake, you are making us take a step backwords rather than forwards, are we the male species so worried that we are being overtaken by the female species.....so much so that we have to get laws enacted to preserve our rights...hah!! I think the new laws just allows for fat old politicians with receeding hairlines to be able to marry more than one wife to satisfy their cravings for sex...a boost to their egos so to speak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, we can't even take care of one wife and now with this new thing in place, it makes it so much easier to marry another....which head was thinking when this new thing was thought out..the one on top or the one dangling below!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are a lot of other issues, but this one for me just takes the cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its the 21st century for God's sake. Mankind have evolved from being brainless creatures like the now extinct dodo bird having the emotions of a newt to what we are now..we should evolve with time and by evolving, i mean with our brains too, we have learnt a lot through reading our history and from the stories passed on from gerenerations, we should take all of this into consideration and make good....I do not want to bring a kid into this world when i think we are taking a step backwards in things.....hopefully we would make it a better world for ourselves and also our future generation...our kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are born onto this earth partly to make a life for ourselves, but partly also to ensure the life and future of our next generation.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-113677180562786903?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/113677180562786903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=113677180562786903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113677180562786903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113677180562786903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2006/01/feminist-womens-lib.html' title='Feminist!!?? women&apos;s lib?'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-113573314473445550</id><published>2005-12-28T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T09:25:44.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got the blues</title><content type='html'>its 915am wednesday morning and its raining outside...wish i was under the covers in my room at the moment..it would have been nice to sleep in today, plus, i'm also not feeling very well...a bit under the weather today and the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing much to write, well actually i do but its all messed up at the moment, can't seem to composed my thoughts and get it into words and sentences....but i'll try...&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling rather down lately...not exactly down, maybe burnt out? i'm not sure but i think it could be a combination of a few things...dissatisfaction, restlessness and just a longing to do something different for a change...&lt;br /&gt;I've been contemplating of going for a holiday the last couple of days, but i just can't seem to decide where and when...i'm procrastinating, i know...but i just can't seem to decide, i need something to do that would take me out of this rut i'm in at the moment, i seem to be falling in deeper and deeper...&lt;br /&gt;i feel pretty loss at the moment too...i do not know what to do neither do i know what i want to do...i'm just going thru the phases i guess...morning get up go to work, evening come home and sleep....its got to be more than just that..i mean, i dun see the fun or excitement in life anymore...or the purpose of it....&lt;br /&gt;everyday after work, i think what the hell am i gonna do, in the end, i spend more time at work doing work then go home and sleep, even if i did go somewhere after work, i would go home feeling dissatisfied...everything is kinda monotonous...&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored sick of everything...of work, of doing the same things over and over again...ok, i'm single at the moment, would a girl friend or female companion be the answer? i hope not. i do not want to be dependant on the opposite sex too much...no offence of course to those reading this...i mean i'm sure i can lead my own life without a female companion, i've been doing hat for over a year now, so i shud be over and done with it...but i think theres a niggling feeling somewhere, that i might need female companionship...dunno actually...&lt;br /&gt;i need a life, but what kinda life do i need...no idea actually....at the moment...i'm just chug chugging along....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-113573314473445550?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/113573314473445550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=113573314473445550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113573314473445550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113573314473445550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-got-blues.html' title='i&apos;ve got the blues'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19985634.post-113497210192331653</id><published>2005-12-19T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:01:41.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Previous rants 1, 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>RANT 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at my desk now&lt;br /&gt;yawning yawning and yawning&lt;br /&gt;getting teary eyed from the yawning&lt;br /&gt;and i think i stretched my jaw muscles by yawning too much..ouch..yeah i did!&lt;br /&gt;yawn!! even as i am typing this i'm yawning&lt;br /&gt;I have work, its all piled high on my desk&lt;br /&gt;i've got tonnes of paper work actually&lt;br /&gt;from God knows what to God knows what!&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines to meet or datelines to meet? which i'm confused?&lt;br /&gt;Read about the streamyx thingy, yawn again...&lt;br /&gt;sorry bro, no internet at home so dun understand&lt;br /&gt;then came the myvi thingy from another bro...&lt;br /&gt;i've always liked cars from perodua&lt;br /&gt;so unlike the milo cans from proton&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i'm driving a milo can as well&lt;br /&gt;tin milo was it? anyways, i'm trying to say that proton cars have soft exteriors!!!&lt;br /&gt;On females its different, all rhe better in fact!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...double meaning? sexual innuendo?? nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you all know what i mean..at least i hope&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored..thats why i'm writing this rather lame and somewhat ludicrous blog..did i spell that right?&lt;br /&gt;lidicriuos? ludicrus? i dunno..never mind, basically crazy and somewhat pointless blog...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what to do after work? stay in the office and do work?&lt;br /&gt;go home and sleep? go out with friends? choices choices choices..which to choose?&lt;br /&gt;i'm using my old old nokia..sold of my rather pathetic old handphone&lt;br /&gt;ok..its not pathetic, the guy, meaning me is pathetic, i hardly used its functions&lt;br /&gt;it had MP3, GPRS?? was it GPRS?? nevermind, it had WAP, MMS, SMS,&lt;br /&gt;and for God's sake, i just found out it had a dictionary of sorts in it also..&lt;br /&gt;quite clever actually, pity i found out about it about 3 weeks ago!!!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, oh look...my nokia! its actually ringing now as i type..hmm..hold on!!&lt;br /&gt;ok..i'm back with my nonensical scratchings..a fren just called...&lt;br /&gt;asking whether i'm going for paintball this sunday..nope...not going&lt;br /&gt;by the way, yours truly, meaning me again, has his ICSA classes starting again&lt;br /&gt;ooppss...the office phone...hold on again....&lt;br /&gt;ok, that was the building manager...she wants to have a discussion i think...oh well......&lt;br /&gt;sorry people for booring you guys to sleep!!!! hehe..just my blow for blow account of what was happening whilst typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANT 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a grouse!! (is that right) anyways, as i was driving along jalan tunku abdul rahman yesterday, i got honked my this guy in one of those new e class mercs...i wasn't doing anything much only that i had stopped my car a bit far from the back of the car in front of me and he honked me for that!i mean, hello, it was a jam, you couldn't go anywhere anyway! so what i did  was just looked at the guy and grinned...a nice big toothy grin... I dun understand it, i mean, is it ok for a guy in a shiny merc to honk another guy in a national made car. i mean, even if i had moved another meter in front, it wouldn't have made much difference cause it was all jammed up. I dun have this inferiority complex or anything and i dun mind being honked if i di something wrong cause i do honk at other drivers...but to honk at me for what i did??hmm??!! i could see how irate this guy was...he was mouthing some words and i honestly was astounded that he was making such a fuss about a few meters!! heh...&lt;br /&gt;Neways, I was a bit worried, you know, after reading about all those road bullies and stuff...i mean anything could have set the guy off, maybe even my stoopid grin into his face, i guess if i had showed my middle finger, all hell would have broken loose! thats the thing..i dun understand road bullies..i mean these people get so irritated and annoyed by another driver that they woulod actually get physical with the other driver...i mean what  sense is that, its just so riduculous....its not as if we know each other personally..then it would be different..but another complete stranger getting bonkers about how another drives drives his car..totally and utterly absurd. I think the govt shud do something about it. you know during our taking the driving classes and stuff, they shud also have a test for anger and patience, and those failing such tests, will have to go thru to anger  management classes so as to curb their temper on the roads and make itsafer for other drivers. you know that movie, adam sandler and jack nicholson. Oh well, for all those people working the KLCC area, let's rejoice cause the asean summit is at its end today and we all could go back to our normal lives and not having to wake up at the crack of dawn to make it to work cause thats what i have been doing the last couple of days...leaving before sun up and going back in traffic madness after work, by which i might add,i got stuck for one and a half bloody hours on monday from my office toMenara TM!! amazing, i could have taken a nice slow drive to PD for heaven's sake! Ok, enuff ranting, back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANT 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was fun, it is not everyday we are able to celebrate someone's birthday together. Heh...almost blew the whole thing when i called P a day earlier to ajak minum on Thursday nite, when normally, we would ajak each other minum on that same day itself, definitely not a day before...but it got the job done, altho I'm sorryla P i lied a bit, tipu sunat bro..kinda funny when i was told later that P had actually called M on Wednesday saying something weird was going on with me cause i had called him for drinks a day earlier....well, in the end, even with the changes made, it was still a good one.&lt;br /&gt;P still thought, even after meeting up with the guys downstairs, that it was just a minum minum thingy amongst the guys. In fact P in his own words was still kinda blur even after he had walked into the room, i guess it goes to show, that we are still able to pull off a suprise on someone eventho we have known that someone for a freakingly long time. And i have to say, i agree with P's "speech" that we should have this gatherings on a regular basis and to have it "sampai biler biler". It was short and meaningful and i support it totally. Well, he had to make it short cause we were all raring to get a piece of the Zang Toi chocolate banana cake that M had brought!!! yummy! heh..Just joking P!&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to Muz and Mur for arranging it...&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to have a shout to say congratulations to Am on your new job Bro..Kudos, the job is definitely your kind of thing...can't wait to see Mur and Muz ever present on TV9 as part of the audience or to see Nor in a rumah panjang somewhere in the middle of Sarawak....you can definitely make this work Bro!&lt;br /&gt;As with all my scratchings, i will always have an opinion about something, maybe not all the time an opinion, maybe a rant even, but definitely something to write about. Its good to know, that even after all these years of knowing each other (i mean i have been hanging out with P, V and M for a freaking long time and i knew Yan even longer, since form four in MRSM, class mates some more and Yan still looks as yourthful as 13 years ago!!) that we still are able to maintain that bond that we have built over all these years. I have seen both Vi and Mo single and now happily married to two wonderful people, Mur and Y, i remember the times when a group of us would go out for a stroll to eat dinner by the road side in Banting and later see SKAB acting out a scene from a movie( i think it was speed??) by chasing a burning truck!! complete with flailing arms and facial expression, remembered the time when Am had lost a lot of weight and looked like some spanish surfer dude with the long hair and pony tail, totally awesome!!..&lt;br /&gt;These were just some of the times which i myself had personally remembered, there a lot of other memories that i cherish and i hope there will be a lot more to remember over the years. I like to see when my dad catches up with his old MCKK mates, they call them selves the merdeka boyz 57'( that is the exact spelling with a "z"), you see their camadarie and the stories they told about what they were up to last time when they were studying, i remember one of them telling me that my dad can only cook one kind of lauk...basically it would be either fish, beef, chicken or lamb, but it would always be masak kicap!!!&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be able to tell our kids that Uncle Am looked like a surfer dude or auntie Af used to enter into futsal competitions and Uncle M used to ride a vulcan bike or that auntie Nor had bungee jumped or that uncle jo had one of the most visited PS2 sites in the world.....it'll be fun watching the next generation guffaw-ing and ooh-ing or aahh-ing at these stories...&lt;br /&gt;i have the same wish as Pian and i hope all of us have the same kind wish and that is that we would all be able to do this sampai biler biler....... ok kids, time for work!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-113497210192331653?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/113497210192331653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=113497210192331653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113497210192331653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113497210192331653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2005/12/previous-rants-1-2-3.html' title='Previous rants 1, 2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</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-19985634.post-113495796535384261</id><published>2005-12-19T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:06:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first one</title><content type='html'>Morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very good at this as this is the first time i'm using an actual blog to dissemminate my views....normally i'd just use the e-mail...but i think i've been bothering my friends a lot by sending them my thoughts and view on irrelevant stuff. So now, i'm blogging...to express my views, opinions and rants on stuff to a wider scope or spectrum of people....and the plus side, you can choose whether to read it or not and not having it forced down your throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bear with me on my nonensical whims, rants, scratchings and thots....as always, its my own personal view on things, i can be rather crude at times with the words used and i can be rather sarcastic on certain issues and definitley i'm opinionated, thats why i have this thing. but, i have to stress that it does not necessarily reflect what every thinks or wants, if you don't like what you see or read, you are kindly invited to log out from here...i'm not out to please anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19985634-113495796535384261?l=feizal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/feeds/113495796535384261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19985634&amp;postID=113495796535384261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113495796535384261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19985634/posts/default/113495796535384261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feizal.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-first-one.html' title='My first one'/><author><name>FZM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180316034277170531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
