<?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-1977012661676597011</id><updated>2012-02-08T23:29:08.717+08:00</updated><category term='Haji'/><category term='dissertation'/><category term='Ranau'/><category term='Brunei'/><category term='Labuan'/><category term='beach'/><category term='new chapter'/><category term='conglomerate'/><category term='community'/><category term='comic'/><category term='environment'/><category term='Sabah'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='forum'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='current issue'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='ums'/><category term='Indonesia'/><category term='Hektor'/><category term='cakar penunduk naga'/><category term='family'/><category term='mengarut'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Higher Education'/><category term='doodle'/><category term='wish'/><category term='sight seeing'/><category term='port dickson'/><category term='myself'/><category term='Sandakan'/><category term='football'/><category term='my crush'/><category term='Kudat'/><category term='science'/><category term='friends'/><category term='razman'/><category term='glamourama'/><category term='TV'/><category term='radio'/><category term='poser'/><category term='desperate housemates'/><category term='bad taste'/><category term='hentaman'/><category term='racing horse stable'/><category term='Others'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='music'/><category term='ensykopedia'/><category term='memory'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='teater'/><category term='book'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='question'/><category term='marine'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='country'/><category term='people'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='ukm'/><category term='Sipitang'/><category term='food'/><category term='religion'/><category term='KK'/><category term='drinks'/><category term='Nelazahar'/><category term='just saying'/><category term='kingfisher'/><category term='lab'/><category term='going places'/><category term='ibtp'/><category term='silat'/><category term='problem'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Ensykopedia of Scanteen</title><subtitle type='html'>Where I am typing and You are reading.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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>895</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-3899299277052442432</id><published>2012-02-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T23:29:08.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Kepada orang-orang yang disayangi</title><content type='html'>saya sayang kamu semua. Sangat sangat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-3899299277052442432?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3899299277052442432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=3899299277052442432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/3899299277052442432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/3899299277052442432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2012/02/kepada-orang-orang-yang-disayangi.html' title='Kepada orang-orang yang disayangi'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-8271884624090296201</id><published>2012-02-05T11:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T11:45:04.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandakan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabah'/><title type='text'>Sandakan Februari 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I went to Sandakan again. 2 weeks in a row. This time was strictly for work. On our way back to Kota Kinabalu, we went to the infamous Luanti Fish Spa, Ranau. Luanti is a beautiful village I must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvbBu0T1gEo/Ty34EdWiqMI/AAAAAAAABh0/mYCEAV9UiY0/s1600/210912_10150533764181309_743386308_9051338_550825955_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvbBu0T1gEo/Ty34EdWiqMI/AAAAAAAABh0/mYCEAV9UiY0/s320/210912_10150533764181309_743386308_9051338_550825955_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705489058430625986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luanti fishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I visited schools, gave talks and all. One of them was SMK Pamol, Beluran. Located in oil palm plantation, this school is quite unknown to many. I was lucky I had opportunity to visit the school, met the students and teachers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BljJlI2XPKM/Ty34D0QgwpI/AAAAAAAABho/cnAGv-po4e8/s1600/340180_10150533760381309_743386308_9051300_295715146_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BljJlI2XPKM/Ty34D0QgwpI/AAAAAAAABho/cnAGv-po4e8/s320/340180_10150533760381309_743386308_9051300_295715146_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705489047399482002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SMK Pamol, Beluran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had quick meeting with the boyfriend, about 10 minutes at Batu 32 checkpoint. Before he rushed back to Lahad Datu and I proceeded to Sandakan town. Miss him so much now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-8271884624090296201?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8271884624090296201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=8271884624090296201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/8271884624090296201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/8271884624090296201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2012/02/sandakan-februari-2012.html' title='Sandakan Februari 2012'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvbBu0T1gEo/Ty34EdWiqMI/AAAAAAAABh0/mYCEAV9UiY0/s72-c/210912_10150533764181309_743386308_9051338_550825955_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-1676130526764601864</id><published>2012-01-28T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T01:20:50.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandakan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabah'/><title type='text'>Sandakan Januari 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-siFAGk-quO4/TyLa353U-6I/AAAAAAAABhc/eSkajMLyla4/s1600/337931_10150507345611309_743386308_8977233_657955326_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-siFAGk-quO4/TyLa353U-6I/AAAAAAAABhc/eSkajMLyla4/s320/337931_10150507345611309_743386308_8977233_657955326_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702360732165012386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English Tea House next to Agnes Keith's. We gave crochet a try. A pathetic try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GleU8DDx2iI/TyLaoObe23I/AAAAAAAABhQ/3venDfMIkak/s1600/340538_10150504805516309_743386308_8968127_713257142_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GleU8DDx2iI/TyLaoObe23I/AAAAAAAABhQ/3venDfMIkak/s320/340538_10150504805516309_743386308_8968127_713257142_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702360462807456626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Town. I kinda like it here because I was with the boyfriend :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7wBLAH4oq4/TyLanhqYT1I/AAAAAAAABhE/fSKBrWPuztU/s1600/337046_10150504715121309_2103338782_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7wBLAH4oq4/TyLanhqYT1I/AAAAAAAABhE/fSKBrWPuztU/s320/337046_10150504715121309_2103338782_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702360450790346578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;St Micheal's and all angels. Checking this place off of my list was a must. Sudah lama berhajat untuk sampai ke sini. I know nothing about architecture, but I like this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RtQIb8kHFY/TyLanQp_baI/AAAAAAAABg4/JDkCGCRZTkA/s1600/322549_10150504800516309_743386308_8968110_968989389_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3RtQIb8kHFY/TyLanQp_baI/AAAAAAAABg4/JDkCGCRZTkA/s320/322549_10150504800516309_743386308_8968110_968989389_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702360446225313186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From observatory tower. We didnt go up to the tower. Nice view, banyak serangga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you very much to the dude for kindly be my tour guide, my friend, the driver. I love you dude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am going to  Sandakan (again) next week. This time is for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1676130526764601864?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1676130526764601864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1676130526764601864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1676130526764601864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1676130526764601864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2012/01/sandakan-januari-2012.html' title='Sandakan Januari 2012'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-siFAGk-quO4/TyLa353U-6I/AAAAAAAABhc/eSkajMLyla4/s72-c/337931_10150507345611309_743386308_8977233_657955326_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-4469512268338918887</id><published>2012-01-18T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:52:33.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Islam agama indah</title><content type='html'>Ramai tanya perubahan lepas haji. Ini jawapan aku:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku rasa biasa-biasa saja, tiada lah apa yang berubah. Macam tudung aku makin panjang atau aku pakai abaya berjalan2. Dari segi pakaian, masih macam dulu. Dari segi perasaan, macam biasa, cuma lebih kepada lega, sebab sudah tunai rukun. Alhamdulillah. Semuanya macam biasa sahaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang ni lebih banyak dengar muzik dan online macam biasa. Severe juga kebergantungan aku dengan internet ni. Agak teruk lah juga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perkara yang aku tidak berapa berkenan atmosfera alam maya di Malaysia sekarang ialah influx kemunculan ustad ustad internetwi. Bukan aku ni anti ustad, tapi yang aku perasan lah kan ada antara ustad ni suka sangat menerakhakan orang lain, terutama kaum wanita. Baik dalam facebook, twitter, youtube dan blog, bercambah2 ustad2 internet ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu muncul lah hukum hakam yang kadang2 mengelirukan orang ramai. Kejap McD haram, kejap KFC haram, tak cukup dengan itu coca cola, ribena segala. Kadang2 ustad tu jawab berdasarkan soalan. Jadi hukum tu sangat spesifik mengikut kes study (soalan) berkenaan. Tapi tafsiran pengguna internet ni bercampur baur. So bukan lah salah ustad tu juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akan tetapi ustad2 aku mohon sangat berhati-hati menghalal haram kan perkara ni. Sebab kamu tu namanya ustad, orang ramai serba serbi sedikit sebanyak terpengaruh kata2 kamu. Kalau yang bijak tu dia ada usaha nak verify hukum hakam yang kamu putuskan.. Yang tak berapa bijak amacam? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me be clear, aku minum coca cola, ribena. Makan McD, makan KFC. Kalau ada ustad kata harom, aku dengan yakin tetap telan ribena, coke, McD segala. Tanpa was was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila berkaitan dengan kaum wanita, asyik memanjang lah kaum wanita salah. Hantaran mahal salahkan wanita, kes cerai salahkan wanita, suami kawin lain salahkan wanita, asyik2 masuk nerakha. Siap ada orang update status di Facebook ciri-ciri isteri nerakha. Apa jahanam lah isteri pun kau nerakhakan. Memang lah ada isteri yang mungkar/ingkar/lawan cakap, kan tu dah memang tugas suami menjaga isteri. Dah agak2 tak mampu hendak menjaga isteri, well you know what to do kan. Tak Tahu Apa Nak Buat? nampak sangat diri sendiri yang ilmu cetek nak jadi suami. Tapi tetap tak mengaku lalu salahkan isteri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanita ni tanggungjawab lelaki. Dan juga ujian untuk lelaki. Kalau asyik2 kau nerakhakan wanita.. habis tu kau mahu kahwin dengan siapa? Lelaki? Kau nak berteman buat seks dengan siapa kalau asyik2 nak mencerca isteri, mengungkit ketidaksempurnaan isteri. Lepas tu pandai pula berpayung emas bagai konon hadis, entah hadis mana kau cedok? hadis Uslaimatul kazzab? Tolong lah for once jadi lelaki sejati. Bukan pengecut with no balls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islam ni agama indah, Allah SWT maha pengasih, maha penyayang, maha pengampun, maha pemurah, maha kaya, maha berkuasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenapa lah ceramah agama kau tu asyik masuk nerakha.. cuba highlight perkara2 yang indah, yang syorga, yang baik, yang cinta, yang gembira. Ustad-ustad jangan lah hanya pandai send women to hell and blame women and Jews for everything. Kau ni Nazi chauvinist ke apa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau asyik cakap masuk nerakha, nanti orang agama lain kata orang islam ni asyik2 masuk nerakha. Cuba lah sekali2 highlight, keindahan ibadat ke.. sifat Rasulallah yang wajar diikuti and so on.. instead of menerakhakan orang lain bagaikan engkau punya tiket masuk ke syorga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa korang ingat tidak depress asyik2 orang mengata kau masuk nerakha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ustads, Nerakha syorga, Dosa pahala, semua itu rahsia Allah. Kita tidak tahu lagi mana pengakhiran kita. So tak payah nak judgemental berlebihan sampai orang nak minum coca cola pun korang pandang semacam, macam kan dia tu order menu dari nerakha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4469512268338918887?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4469512268338918887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4469512268338918887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4469512268338918887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4469512268338918887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2012/01/islam-agama-indah.html' title='Islam agama indah'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1357616531613338409</id><published>2012-01-16T08:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:12:15.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush'/><title type='text'>The Planter's Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dv_iZELiAg/TxNpV8nltZI/AAAAAAAABgs/3NPHKs3HQmA/s1600/392626_10150485772506309_743386308_8900816_1348361971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dv_iZELiAg/TxNpV8nltZI/AAAAAAAABgs/3NPHKs3HQmA/s320/392626_10150485772506309_743386308_8900816_1348361971_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698013779324155282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Razman came last saturday, and brought this with him. So nice of you dude. He remembers, I used to say I hate flower when we were in college. I did, but I don't now. In fact, I was trained as botanist, and still reading and teaching biology and botany for living. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I super like this, I don't know he is that thoughtful. See you next weekend dude, I am so looking forward to spend Chinese new year break with you in your hometown. You are indeed the perfect gardener who keeps the garden in my heart blossoming :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1357616531613338409?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1357616531613338409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1357616531613338409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1357616531613338409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1357616531613338409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2012/01/planters-girlfriend.html' title='The Planter&apos;s Girlfriend'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_dv_iZELiAg/TxNpV8nltZI/AAAAAAAABgs/3NPHKs3HQmA/s72-c/392626_10150485772506309_743386308_8900816_1348361971_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-4090922967117011367</id><published>2012-01-09T07:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T07:53:09.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haji'/><title type='text'>Bromance</title><content type='html'>When I was in Mecca, I saw adult men holding each other's hand. Usually when they did tawaf, or went out of The Grand Mosque after subuh prayer or simply walking in the street. Some of them Pakistani, some of them Bangladeshi, some of them Africans, some of them may be Turkish, Indonesian, even Arabs. And I saw Malaysian too, holding hand during tawaf, in the street, walking to Jamrat in Mina. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were walking inside the tunnel on our way to Jamrat in Mina, I saw three Malaysian men, quite old, holding hand. I understand their fear, me too was afraid. After all it was a very crowded tunnel, one way out, one way in, it could turn to death trap (God forbids).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like, "Hey dont worry my friend, I got your hand in my hand, we are together, nothing bad will happen to us, not when I am holding your hand". Of course those men didn't utter such words. But that what I felt when I saw them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple little thing, but to me it is beautiful. The true bromance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4090922967117011367?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4090922967117011367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4090922967117011367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4090922967117011367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4090922967117011367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2012/01/bromance.html' title='Bromance'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-7559233851400737131</id><published>2012-01-05T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:32:26.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush'/><title type='text'>I simply love malam jumaat. Hence, the photo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gU2YDyFThMQ/TwXCDGhpkTI/AAAAAAAABgg/1P2fdGLR-SA/s1600/406845_10150456379636309_743386308_8784127_1955155926_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gU2YDyFThMQ/TwXCDGhpkTI/AAAAAAAABgg/1P2fdGLR-SA/s320/406845_10150456379636309_743386308_8784127_1955155926_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694170662427005234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like a very soothing picture, but the boyfriend said tidak comel (Hey kau sedar tak kau ngutuk anak siapa tu?). But, thanks for liking the meaning. Me too, like the meaning. Whoa~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Miss you so much. And I am cool enough to tell you that everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-7559233851400737131?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7559233851400737131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=7559233851400737131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/7559233851400737131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/7559233851400737131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-simply-love-malam-jumaat-hence-photo.html' title='I simply love malam jumaat. Hence, the photo.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gU2YDyFThMQ/TwXCDGhpkTI/AAAAAAAABgg/1P2fdGLR-SA/s72-c/406845_10150456379636309_743386308_8784127_1955155926_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-5833042746862585763</id><published>2012-01-05T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:20:16.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><title type='text'>Dear ladies,</title><content type='html'>Pernah dengar tak pepatah atau saying "Perempuan kalau belajar tinggi-tinggi pun akhirnya ke ceruk dapur juga tempatnya"? Mesti pernah kan.. terutama perempuan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, aku perempuan, tidak lah belajar tinggi, cuma cukup. Aku masuk dapur, jika perlu dan aku tahu apa barang yang selalu ada didapur. Mungkin betulah apa pepatah tu katakan. Literally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Ladies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jika ada orang berkata kepada kamu, "Perempuan kalau belajar tinggi-tinggi pun akhirnya ke ceruk dapur juga tempatnya". Masuk lah ke dalam dapur. Di dalam dapur itu ada pisau (mungkin juga parang). Ambil pisau yang ada di dapur, dan tikamlah orang yang berkata itu dengan pisau. Sebanyak 7 kali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When done,  you may say; We women do go to kitchen, take the knife, and stab you seven times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jlascanteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5833042746862585763?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5833042746862585763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5833042746862585763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5833042746862585763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5833042746862585763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-ladies.html' title='Dear ladies,'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-4362677462325489058</id><published>2012-01-04T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:46:20.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>2011 and 2012</title><content type='html'>2011&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Buat Haji dengan mama dan bapa (Alhamdulillah). Homesick hari-hari. Cabaran banyak. Tapi belajar pun banyak. Alhamdulillah. Moga2 ada rezeki pada masa hadapan. Semuanya dengan izin Allah SWT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Job wise, semua macam biasa, converted to DS45 on April. Rezeki. Now, confirmation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Start dating my best friend of 8 years. Of course not a smooth sailing, and distance makes it even harder. But.. hey I am happy. And I hope you too dude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Merangkak-rangkak belajar menjadi dewasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ada boros sikit berbelanja, tambahan lagi sudah pandai mengorder buku secara online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. started biasa2 saja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. So far kerja biasa2. Tapi sudah mula menyelongkar jurnal semula. I need serious jolt to my neuron. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Diharap 2012 lebih baik hendaknya. Moga2 ada rezeki untuk semua... haha (biasa lah wish2 yang standard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Wish2 special tidak payah lah tulis diblog. Panjatkan saja terus kepada Allah SWT (trip2 alim lah pula)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4362677462325489058?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4362677462325489058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4362677462325489058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4362677462325489058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4362677462325489058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-and-2012.html' title='2011 and 2012'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-9073823871116392240</id><published>2011-12-22T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:07:07.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Submission to Allah &amp; Keesaan Allah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 242); "&gt;But if they turn away, [O Muhammad], say, "Sufficient for me is Allah ; there is no deity except Him. On Him I have relied, and He is the Lord of the Great Throne." [9:129]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 242); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 242); "&gt;Allah has not taken any son, nor has there ever been with Him any deity. [If there had been], then each deity would have taken what it created, and some of them would have sought to overcome others. Exalted is Allah above what they describe [concerning Him]. [23:91]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;So exalted is Allah , the Sovereign, the Truth; there is no deity except Him, Lord of the Noble Throne. [23:116]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 242); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-9073823871116392240?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/9073823871116392240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=9073823871116392240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/9073823871116392240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/9073823871116392240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/12/submission.html' title='Submission to Allah &amp; Keesaan Allah'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-5624102017636372913</id><published>2011-12-18T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:42:11.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>No matter what I say &lt;br /&gt;No matter what I think&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much hatred I have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay,&lt;br /&gt;Someday, we will have an Aisyah we always want&lt;br /&gt;Until the day comes, stay&lt;br /&gt;Work hard&lt;br /&gt;Pray even harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day comes, stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5624102017636372913?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5624102017636372913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5624102017636372913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5624102017636372913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5624102017636372913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/12/stay.html' title='Stay'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-9069452482707374767</id><published>2011-12-13T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T17:18:41.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Sudah Balik</title><content type='html'>Sudah balik. Malas mahu update. Banyak lepak dalam twitter, facebook, youtube sahaja. Beside, I have sebemban majalah Times dan Nat Geo untuk dibaca. Stok sebulan yang memenuhi pigeon hole fakulti. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kerja kicks off, banyak orang aku kena jumpa, berkeping2 borang kena isi. Yes, borangs. Nak pergi bank (luckily bank islam cawangan depan sekolah ni belum bersedia menerima pelanggan), TH, dan pejabat agama. And lecture on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau aku rajin aku cerita pasal haji. If not, tengok lah macam mana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-9069452482707374767?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/9069452482707374767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=9069452482707374767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/9069452482707374767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/9069452482707374767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/12/sudah-balik.html' title='Sudah Balik'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1556867396538105600</id><published>2011-10-24T20:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T17:13:28.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I am just Hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>Everything is piling up at the wrong time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to Arab Saudi via Kuala Lumpur on Friday. With my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss everyone already, my family especially my sister, my friends especially Meet Babu Jijah and UMS folks, my students, and of course the boyfriend. See you peeps in December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray everything will be just fine. And please do pray and pray and pray. Harder and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do hope Allah forgives all my sins and wrongdoings and grants peace in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1556867396538105600?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1556867396538105600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1556867396538105600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1556867396538105600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1556867396538105600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-just-hmmmm.html' title='I am just Hmmmm...'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-5943941981476734920</id><published>2011-10-21T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T16:00:31.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Hidup ini bukan seperti video muzik Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>Tapi hari ini aku sangat suka muzik &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWGqoCNbsvM&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;video ini. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Bubba, someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5943941981476734920?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5943941981476734920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5943941981476734920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5943941981476734920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5943941981476734920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/10/hidup-ini-bukan-seperti-video-muzik.html' title='Hidup ini bukan seperti video muzik Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-5291682092797731146</id><published>2011-10-20T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:38:51.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>I simply love malam jumaat.</title><content type='html'>Azam 2012: Cuba untuk menjalani kehidupan minimalist dan kurangkan kebergantungan kepada benda-benda yang tidak perlu. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real point is not to get rid off things, but to actually live and enjoy life freely. Akan diusahakan bermula sekarang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Bubba, I miss you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5291682092797731146?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5291682092797731146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5291682092797731146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5291682092797731146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5291682092797731146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-simply-love-malam-jumaat.html' title='I simply love malam jumaat.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-4017275578545391093</id><published>2011-10-18T21:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:18:12.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush'/><title type='text'>There's always first time for everything</title><content type='html'>I know I can scream. I know I can shout. I am good at both. But little did I know I can actually shout at him. Of course thru the phone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night was the first official fight. After hmm.. four months? may be, I am not actually sure the real date. I know, more fights to come. I just hope no shouting or screaming involve next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We survived the official first fight. We'll be just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, even after hell bending anger with the intensity of thousand suns and temperature that high enough to melt a pyramid, when the light off, on my dearly beloved bed, I simply know I miss you so much. &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt; now you can put this sentence on your pizza, so cheesy! *muntah*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry ok. Hope to see you soon. So more time together before long hiatus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4017275578545391093?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4017275578545391093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4017275578545391093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4017275578545391093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4017275578545391093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-always-first-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s always first time for everything'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1319880408603677591</id><published>2011-10-15T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:52:34.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Norkiah</title><content type='html'>Baru baru ini aku jadi Nokia fanboy. Aku dulu suka sangat sangat dengan SonyEricsson kerana kameranya yang power. Sekarang I like Nokia sebab sesuai untuk heavy texting. Malangnya Nokia E5 baru baru ini melakukan percubaan membunuh diri, preformancenya tidak sehebat dulu lagi. Bateri cepat habis, sangat sangat cepat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nokia classic sangat hardcore, it is light, and excellence battery life, value for money, and minimal function. I bought one today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku suka android juga, cuma sekarang belum sesuai untuk berandroid kerana ada perkara lebih penting dari android phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nokia E6 sudah di tenyeh2, sedap pun sedap. Untuk Android mungkin I will go either Samsung Ace atau HTC Salsa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu saja angan angan kategori gajet untuk kali ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tunggu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1319880408603677591?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1319880408603677591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1319880408603677591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1319880408603677591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1319880408603677591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/10/norkiah.html' title='Norkiah'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-3250706811531557241</id><published>2011-10-11T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:05:47.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>26 tahun hari ini</title><content type='html'>1. kerja macam biasa.&lt;div&gt;2. banyak wish birthday dalam facebook, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Razman lupa langsung even I reminded him 2 weeks ago. It's ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I love you so much Mama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-3250706811531557241?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3250706811531557241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=3250706811531557241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/3250706811531557241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/3250706811531557241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/10/26-tahun-hari-ini.html' title='26 tahun hari ini'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-7524339270519399634</id><published>2011-10-07T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T15:47:55.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Steve's Apple</title><content type='html'>I am not a fan of Apple's products. Because I cannot afford to buy any and the technology is too much for me. Anyway, I do find Apple's products are interesting, the customers or fans are following any latest updates religiously and I bet most of them are devotees of their Apples, be it Macbook, OSX or  iEverything. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People said Windows is better, Samsung has more value for your money. Yes, may be, but we must admit Apples are cooler. For geek with money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the most revolutionary Apple's product is iPods. There was a time when I almost bought iPod touch. Really really close, and successfully convinced my then best buddy turn boyfriend to buy one for him. So we can FaceTime each other. But being classic me I didnt buy, so didnt him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Steve Jobs passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cannot stop thinking about his 2005 commencement speech. I think I have found what I like the most. Still there are plenty dots to connect and things to think about. But for now, job wise, I like what I am doing and love man I am dating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good bye Steve, thanks for those desirable gadgets and for the speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: My 26th birthday is next week, so an Apple will be nice. Anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-7524339270519399634?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7524339270519399634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=7524339270519399634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/7524339270519399634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/7524339270519399634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/10/steves-apple.html' title='Steve&apos;s Apple'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-4167662856805776731</id><published>2011-10-05T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:11:56.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think by spamming my blog with diarrhea of posts will compensate my feeling towards whatever makes me less happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiada rasa beza apa pun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4167662856805776731?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4167662856805776731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4167662856805776731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4167662856805776731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4167662856805776731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-by-spamming-my-blog-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-364928475179794577</id><published>2011-10-03T13:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T14:45:05.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>I still have enough vengeance, anger and hatred. Just I am less melodramatic than before or am I?</title><content type='html'>All is Well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-364928475179794577?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/364928475179794577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=364928475179794577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/364928475179794577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/364928475179794577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-still-have-enough-vengeance-anger-and.html' title='I still have enough vengeance, anger and hatred. Just I am less melodramatic than before or am I?'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-6547836194016729178</id><published>2011-09-27T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:23:44.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Bukan Marah Burung</title><content type='html'>Hari tu aku ada tertengok filem The Expendables. Dalam cerita wayang Bom Kapooww ni ada satu scene masa Si Statham dan Stallone pergi ke Pulau diktator untuk recce keadaan disana, mereka menyamar sebagai ahli kaji unggas atau ornithologist (pergh aku eja betul eh?). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiba-tiba aku teringat satu scene dalam wayang lama Dogs of War lakonan Christopher Walken. Walken berlakon sebagai spy apa ntah... tapi dalam cerita tu dia juga menyamar sebagai ornithologist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku membuat keputusan pembikin The Expendables mencedok idea penyamaran sebagai ornithologist dari Dogs of War (Booooooo!!!). Tapi scene penyamaran dalam Dogs of War lebih meyakinkan kerana siap2 main teka2 nama native species of bird. Dalam The Expendables pula hanya tayang kamera dslr, sahaja, beside, siapa yang percaya muka macam bouncer night club si Statham dan Stallone tu ahli kaji unggas?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pernah jumpa dan diajar oleh ornithologist sebenar. Mereka sangat normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wayang lain yang ditonton baru baru ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. No String Attached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 3 Idiots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Idiots sangat bagus, hmm.. patut ditayang semasa sambutan hari guru di sekolah-sekolah. Untuk tontonan para guru bukan murid. Agak janggal jika anak murid dan cikgu bersama-sama menonton Amir Khan menari dan menyanyi dengan hanya dibalut kain nipis yang basah dalam bilik mandi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No String Attached typical hollywood movie rasanya. Tapi aku suka movie ini. Less commitment, less hurt. Hmmm... tapi sampai bila mahu freestyle kan? When the time comes... trust me... you'll know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6547836194016729178?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6547836194016729178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6547836194016729178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6547836194016729178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6547836194016729178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/09/bukan-marah-burung.html' title='Bukan Marah Burung'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-5934980294215532684</id><published>2011-09-23T12:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:08:29.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Buang Tebiat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Buang Tebiat #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I notice, lately, I like to eat fresh chili. I am not a big fan of spicy food and I seldom eat vegetable and fruits, but now I like fresh chili in my meal, be it in fried noodles, fried rice, chicken dishes, soup, or salad. I like them all. It is sliced nicely, fleshy, peppery but not hot at all, and may be sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like capsicum too, especially in my chicken salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's how I like my chili, fleshy, peppery but not hot at all, and may be sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buang Tebiat #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am developing a very rare behaviour, from google, this type of behaviour is called "nesting instinct". It is very common during pregnancy especially when the due date is closer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont worry peeps, I am not an expecting mother (that's why I think this type of behaviour is strange to me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually, I am just a regular person when it comes about household. Not unacceptably messy, not actually a tidy freak. I am fair about tidiness and clean enough. Recently, I always have this kind of urge to fold my clothes, arrange them according to colour, I put all white tees in one pile, dark coloured tees in another, and others in separate pile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tidy up my bed, vacuuming, dusting etc etc... more often than before. I cannot stand dirty laundry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hormone may be? or aging? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buang Tebiat #3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought A LOT of self care products. Now I have like three or four different types of shower gel/scrub/soap. Lotion, body mist, etc etc etc... I have spent quite a fortune to purchase those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot when the last time I bought perfume. This weekend, I plan to buy a bottle of scent for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5934980294215532684?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5934980294215532684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5934980294215532684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5934980294215532684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5934980294215532684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/09/buang-tebiat.html' title='Buang Tebiat'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-4888343375078873928</id><published>2011-09-22T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:38:45.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Novel Pecah</title><content type='html'>1. Saya tweet, "pembacaan siri buku fixi adalah afdal dimulakan dengan Pecah @nizambakeri". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cerita tidak tipikal dan ada cerita. Penghujung is predictable, well what the heck, still good. Cuma cerita (plot?) kadang ditarik ke depan ke belakang, masa sekarang, 2007, tahun 1960's. Aku tidak berapa gemar cerita yang plotnya ke depan ke belakang, sejak membaca novel Terminal Tiga semasa tingkatan 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Kadang-kadang ada unsur meleret bila menerangkan sesuatu. Contoh (bukan contoh sebenar): Memakai baju nya, memilih rona berwarna cerah, sedikit coretan batik di bawah rusuk kiri... On and on... tentang baju tersebut. Untuk orang yang tidak punya attention span seorang genius agak sukar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Watak Yaya berhubungan darah dengan Pak Chu. Ini aku tidak gemar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ketika baca, dalam kepala hotak aku ialah filem Pulp Fiction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. All in all saya suka cerita novel Pecah. Sudah order siri buku fixi seterusnya untuk di baca iaitu Cekik. Mungkin sekarang sudah dalam perjalanan ke kotak surat saya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4888343375078873928?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4888343375078873928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4888343375078873928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4888343375078873928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4888343375078873928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/09/novel-pecah.html' title='Novel Pecah'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-2855960720033000286</id><published>2011-09-17T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T17:56:22.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>Potong rambut</title><content type='html'>Akhirnya. Setelah setahun tiga bulan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2855960720033000286?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2855960720033000286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=2855960720033000286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2855960720033000286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2855960720033000286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/09/potong-rambut.html' title='Potong rambut'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-3758942885619332743</id><published>2011-09-12T08:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:20:11.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Count your blessing</title><content type='html'>Nafsu Mu: Ambil lah pisau belati dan lukai lah hati hati yang kau sayangi&lt;div&gt;(Your Profanity: Grab the dagger and punctured the heart of your love ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalu kamu pun mengambil pisau belati dan melukai hati hati yang kau sayangi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(You did)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nafsu Mu: Blame everything and use religion to justify what you just did. It wasn't your fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalu kamu menggunakan agama untuk mewajarkan kelakuan mu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(You did)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku: Sila pergi mati, like sekarang juga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Me: Go to hell, like now, now!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just you stupid, you. The ungrateful bastard who think you have all money and power in the world and you want more. You want more women, faster cars, bigger house. You simply want more because you think you can have more. You walk around like you have titanium encrusted golden penis in your pants. Delusional!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did you know, all those money, power, women, and even your children can be taken away from you in half blink of eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You too, someday, will drift into darkness, weak and hopeless, being inferior than others, and realize in your pants is just a pair of saggy old balls. Until someone who really loves you, cares for you, willing to swallow the bitterness for you, pick you up and give you whatever feeling left of being a man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still you refuse to be grateful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-3758942885619332743?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3758942885619332743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=3758942885619332743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/3758942885619332743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/3758942885619332743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/09/count-your-blessing.html' title='Count your blessing'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-6274854957427515763</id><published>2011-09-07T09:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T09:13:16.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Persaingan harta dan pangkat hingga ke liang lahad. Lapangkan lah dada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And to your Lord direct [your] longing (94:8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 242); "&gt;Competition in [worldly] increase diverts you (102:1).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Until you visit the graveyards (102:2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6274854957427515763?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6274854957427515763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6274854957427515763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6274854957427515763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6274854957427515763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/09/persaingan-harta-dan-pangkat-hingga-ke.html' title='Persaingan harta dan pangkat hingga ke liang lahad. Lapangkan lah dada.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1383438372184493563</id><published>2011-09-06T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:57:44.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Hati Tenang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Those who have believed and whose hearts are assured by the remembrance of Allah . Unquestionably, by the remembrance of Allah hearts are assured (13:28).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1383438372184493563?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1383438372184493563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1383438372184493563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1383438372184493563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1383438372184493563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/09/hati-tenang.html' title='Hati Tenang'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-4965887309128911098</id><published>2011-09-02T15:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:59:57.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Raya rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. Aku sangat tidak suka budak-budak dan ibu bapa mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Minimumkan kehadiran ke kenduri. Sebarang jenis kenduri and open houses, because I hate the crowd. The reason I attend such social event because I want to socialize BUT only with those I comfortable, not because of the food. If I want to eat, prefer to eat alone and quiet in front of tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Masalah duit yang dibincangkan secara merata-rata disana sini. Yeah barang mahal and all. And the ever popular Bila Mau Kahwin? question. Me and friends sort of betting whether the tuan rumah/makcik will ask us the question whenever masuk rumah orang untuk beraya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I love hang out with my close friends. The bunch is awesome, one of us is getting engaged next month. So this could be last raya as orang bujang for her. More and more friends are getting hitched, so in 2-3 years we will celebrate raya separately. No more beraya tak ingat dunia, ketawa macam nak runtuh bumbung rumah orang, minum tergolek sambil mengosongkan balang kuih raya makcik2. Dont worry girls, I'll take care this awesome single life (and single dudes) for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I drink A LOT, sangat sangat sangat banyak, I could down a bottle of coke like magic. Gotta watch out the sugar uptake :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. zilch reading :( tapi lebih banyak belajar main gitar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Miss the boyfriend so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. My mader's mi kari is heavenly delicious. Super duper sedap. Sangat sangat sangat sangat. Fattening too, but sedap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Banyak benda aku nak beli especially gajet2 yang macam cool to play with (bukan perlu sangat pun). But my mader asked me to buy new bed, the current one is reput and old. The new king size bed will cost me around rm1200. The boyfriend is very supportive and encouraging me to buy the new bed. Like... the gadgets can wait but the bed cannot. Because good bed, good sleep, good health kononnya. Apa lah lu dude, tapi macam betul juga :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Being single is so awesome, great, wonderful, and fun. I LOVE every single detail of it. So vote for remain single for more and more and more many years cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4965887309128911098?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4965887309128911098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4965887309128911098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4965887309128911098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4965887309128911098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/09/raya-rambling.html' title='Raya rambling'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-7666732420302667541</id><published>2011-08-28T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T01:56:57.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>August 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Fighting has been enjoined upon you while it is hateful to you. But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not. [2: 216]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Indeed, the hours of the night are more effective for concurrence [of heart and tongue] and more suitable for words. [73: 6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-7666732420302667541?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7666732420302667541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=7666732420302667541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/7666732420302667541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/7666732420302667541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-6.html' title='August 6'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1691054318451165517</id><published>2011-08-24T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:10:23.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>August 5</title><content type='html'>Apasal slow update blog di bulan ramadhan?. Sebab bulan ramadhan lah... ada beberapa entry yang aku taip, ala luahan rasa gitu but remain unpublished. Biar lah dalam draft kan. Entry2 upset superpower itu tak sesuai sangat sangat sekarang.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok nak cerita biasa-biasa sahaja;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Kereta rosak lagi. Kali ini brake, kosnya rm100. This weekend nak tukar belting, another rm100. Not something new lah weekend ke bengkel ni, like every other weekend. Perlu kereta cergas, sihat dan kuat untuk berhari raya bersama kawan2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ada kawan yang minta tolong tapi gila kurang ajar dan memaksa-maksa. I cant help you because I cant. Tak kan aku nak bagi harapan palsu. Ahh.. I have plenty of problems to think about and a fun life to live.  Aku dah bagi alternative solution, langsung harom tak nak ikut. Biar lah dia mati disitu. Kawan yang tak ada rupa kawan lagi melodramatik tak hagak is not something new. Aku rasa masing-masing ada pengalaman jumpa asshole seperti ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Money is flowing macam empangan pecah. Yeah, this time of year. Serial financial f up, is not something new too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. HTC ChaCha offer dari maxis macam syok dan berbaloi. Do I want it? very. Do I need it? not really. Kiranya hukum harus saja aku nak beli pun. Nanti lah pikir2 dulu. I prefer android phone dari iphone atau WP. Sekarang guna Nokia E5 symbian, excellent for texting, but slow bab surfing, now my phone cant stream youtube, sebab memori full kot.. entah. I think for someone who prefer physical qwerty keypad like me better  guna blackberry (bold) tapi too expensive lah pulak, plus like I said I prefer android. Telefon android lebih suka touchscreen. Perfect phone is not exist, just need to find phone suits me the best. Oleh itu tenyeh lah Nokia E5 tu buat masa ini, sambil mata melirik kepada Nokia E6. Nafsu nak beli gajet tak perlu juga bukan sesuatu yang baru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Today, now, Razman tengah sibuk menguruskan kereta dia. Yeah, selamat menjaga baby baru anda. Nanti I tumpang ok? :) &amp;lt;-- this is something new, new car. haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Minggu depan akan bercuti selama seminggu. Horayyy.... hoyeh hoyeh. Akhirnya aku bercuti rehat. Pasang niat untuk beraya secara full blast pada tahun ini, dengan upacara beraya sampai tidak tidur sehingga menjadi zombie dan merayap dengan tujuan menghabiskan kuih muih di rumah orang lain. Some of my friends are getting married tahun ini dan tahun depan, so this could be last raya with them as orang bujang. Ahh.. whatever, jangan dipikirkan sangat. Yang penting cuti, beraya, and get some extra sleep. Seriously, I need to recharge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Masih belum pergi menjejak pasar ramadhan sehingga hari ini. Petang ni tak tahu lah, feel like bungkus nasi dikedai makan sahaja or beli McD. Lama betul tak makan McD or any fastfood. I'll be just fine kot. Dah jangan difikirkan sangat, makan saja mana2 rezeki yang ada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Miss you, hari-hari. Tapi malas lah mahu text lebih-lebih semasa bulan puasa ini :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1691054318451165517?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1691054318451165517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1691054318451165517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1691054318451165517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1691054318451165517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/08/apasal-slow-update-blog-di-bulan.html' title='August 5'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1737714505567397878</id><published>2011-08-18T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T08:56:34.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush'/><title type='text'>August 4</title><content type='html'>Distance is not something new, love is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I miss you everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1737714505567397878?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1737714505567397878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1737714505567397878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1737714505567397878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1737714505567397878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-4.html' title='August 4'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-2691816661188788815</id><published>2011-08-12T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T12:33:04.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>August 3</title><content type='html'>1. Sepanjang ramadhan belum lagi pergi ke pasar ramadhan. Sibuk dan memang malas. Cuma kirim saja beli air atau makanan dengan my bro, dan makan apa yang dimasak oleh orang kampung dirumah. Thanks orang-orang kampung sebab rajin masak untuk sungkai dan sahur.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Kerja sudah slow down a little bit. Biasa lah ramadhan. 11 ramadhan, genap 12 bulan qamariah bekerja. Alhamdulillah setakat ini semuanya ok. Terima kasih semua atas doa, pertolongan dan semua2 lah. Last lecture minggu depan, bahan2 sudah siap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Thinking of studying forestry for real. Mungkin dalam bidang agroforestry. Agroforestry pun masih banyak unsur2 ekologi. Masih diperingkat awal perancangan untuk berubah bidang. Ini hakikat dunia sebenar, multidisciplinary lebih sesuai untuk terus maju. Lagipun bidang ini membolehkan aku "market" diri sendiri ke sekolah lain, sekiranya diperlukan aku untuk marketkan diri ke sekolah lain. Forestry School atau Agriculture School. Ini cuma angan-angan.. for now I am more than happy to stay with my current department. Aku memang ada hati mau join Forestry School dulu, in fact I did submit an application to join them (simultaneously with my application to join the current department). Agriculture School? Haha.. jangan tanya. But I did my internship with Agri. Dept. dulu back in 2006(?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Persiapan raya? ada kemungkinan besar aku beraya dengan memakai baju kerja. Tapi I sudah beli bedsheet baru. Fresh dari parkson.. mudah-mudahan boleh lah digunakan pada minggu raya nanti. Mana tau ada orang mau tumpang katil I yang sudah rapuh itu kan, boleh lah sembunyikan the kerapuhan dengan bedsheet yang segar bugar. Ok, sangat minta tampar punya statement. Hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Iya I blog masa lunch hour. Udah tak bley makan, I blog lah kan... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Hmm jika anda ada terpikir nak tanya  "Eh ..bukan dalam profile tulis don't share bed kah?" Ini jawapan aku "SHADAP YU!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2691816661188788815?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2691816661188788815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=2691816661188788815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2691816661188788815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2691816661188788815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-3.html' title='August 3'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-5096433854767828403</id><published>2011-08-10T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:06:56.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>August 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QI9NEUtyMDI/TkIuA3n-5qI/AAAAAAAABgY/JVnkOnfCN1Y/s1600/George%252BHarrison%252Bgeorgiecam.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QI9NEUtyMDI/TkIuA3n-5qI/AAAAAAAABgY/JVnkOnfCN1Y/s320/George%252BHarrison%252Bgeorgiecam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639120275887810210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedang dengar&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Moves like Jagger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Love is a losing game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Wake up alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The show must go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Good life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedang baca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. By the river piedra I sat down and wept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Pablo Neruda's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I read more Quran this time of year. But.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I am longing to talk to you, say how much I miss you, but not even have gut to text you. Hope to see you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5096433854767828403?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5096433854767828403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5096433854767828403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5096433854767828403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5096433854767828403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-2.html' title='August 2'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QI9NEUtyMDI/TkIuA3n-5qI/AAAAAAAABgY/JVnkOnfCN1Y/s72-c/George%252BHarrison%252Bgeorgiecam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-6368544287310747500</id><published>2011-08-08T17:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T17:25:05.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>August 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAW1agbG_o0/Tj-rL4Gwf6I/AAAAAAAABgQ/kdzATDFWNaA/s1600/George%252BHarrison%252B%252B_%252Bshave.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAW1agbG_o0/Tj-rL4Gwf6I/AAAAAAAABgQ/kdzATDFWNaA/s320/George%252BHarrison%252B%252B_%252Bshave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638413479018790818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to work, learn, read, sit back, be good, doing good thing, and be happy. I like what I have now. I want to keep it this way. Of course I still hate wedding to my bone, and I dislike babies and their parents. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish to own a small house in Kudat, where I can happily retire. Above all I want to be free and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I notice one thing, when I am fasting I miss the boyfriend less and less. Must be co related with depleting sugar hahaha.. but fasting is good. So hmmm... I miss you more later at night, boleh kan?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6368544287310747500?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6368544287310747500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6368544287310747500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6368544287310747500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6368544287310747500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-1.html' title='August 1'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAW1agbG_o0/Tj-rL4Gwf6I/AAAAAAAABgQ/kdzATDFWNaA/s72-c/George%252BHarrison%252B%252B_%252Bshave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-4854068867304698690</id><published>2011-07-30T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:37:41.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Saturday evening edition</title><content type='html'>Tadi tengok filem pasal kes Claus von Bulow, Reversal of Fortune. Menarik juga cerita ini, Von Bulow dilakonkan oleh Jeremy Iron. Sangat bagus, no wonder he pocketed Oscar for this. Cerita pasal suami isteri yang curang mencurang, bunuh membunuh. When money is not a problem, everything is your problem. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watak lawyer dalam cerita Reversal of Fortune sangat sangata mengingatkan aku dengan watak lawyer lakonan Sean Penn dalam Carlito's Way. Must be the frizzy hair kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayat yang aku paling suka dalam filem Reversal of  Fortune ialah;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To love someone is easy. To live together is hard. You must work hard for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well lebih kurang lah begitu ayatnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Isnin depan sudah puasa. Tidak sabar untuk ramadhan dan syawal. Someone is coming to the town :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4854068867304698690?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4854068867304698690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4854068867304698690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4854068867304698690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4854068867304698690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-evening-edition.html' title='Saturday evening edition'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-5957759481886531881</id><published>2011-07-29T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T17:07:12.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Red Hot Splendid Sun</title><content type='html'>I listen a lot of RHCP recently, and John left the band. I may know nothing about music, but I do know I am not the only one in this planet who like John's music. I have listened to the latest track from RHCP, kinda dance beat to my ears. May be I need sometimes to really love it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listen repeatedly to Hey. I think this awesome music is so underrated. It is sound so good, the lyric is so right in place. And I cant stop watching Can't Stop MV. One Minute Sculpture inspired video is so damn brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy Winehouse was dead. I wont pretend like I am her biggest fan. Because I am not. Before the death of Winehouse I have read about John's struggle to fight his addiction, which I thankful he did. So we can continuously enjoy fresh music from him. And then, Amy Winehouse died. I dont want to know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy Winehouse's voice was so honest. The feeling in her song is so pure. When she passed away, I think it is not just her is gone, but pieces of good music too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have read A Thousand of Splendid Suns by Khaleed H. I super like The Color Purple, but I honestly think I like A Thousand of Splendid Suns better. Much much better. I cried twice while reading, first when Mariam was executed, second when Laila reads the letter for Mariam from her father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Khaleed for this amazing and beautifully written story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I read the novel, I also read article about child brides in Nat Geo magazine. We think our live is hard... well... think again. Imagine, 14 years old, illiterate, married to 40 years old, and a mother of two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful and happy I was born in Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marriage can wait, education cannot. (ok, this will ignite kutuks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5957759481886531881?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5957759481886531881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5957759481886531881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5957759481886531881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5957759481886531881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/07/red-hot-splendid-sun.html' title='Red Hot Splendid Sun'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-3197751528348824144</id><published>2011-07-24T16:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T11:21:41.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Sunday post</title><content type='html'>When I was doing my final year back in late 2006 to first quarter of 2007, I liked to read murders and serial killers story. I bought few books on the related matter, as far as I know Jeff Dahmer, Ted Bundy, and Charles Manson are the ever popular murderous men. Serial killers encyclopedia is incomplete without their names. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I pick up one of the books and read about IRA man and also about Dahmer. I realize I misplaced the first book about serial killers I ever bought. Try to find it on my family's bookshelf but no avail. I keep on misplacing stuffs especially my books these days. I still yet find two suitcases full with my notes from college, which I may need for my lecture. I really need my Systematics notes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is good to read again. I feel so narcoleptic in these recent weeks. I think the most probable cause would be the series of diarrhea, then I dont know, may be the hormone or something. I try to eat well, cut down carbo intake, but I often indulge myself with soda drinks. And I cook. Yes, ladies and gentlemen I cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I read a lot about Evolution, the comparative theories, evolution and thermodynamic,  basically anything about evolution. I try to limit my scope from pre Darwinian to Darwinian. I need to put all those things together, stripped them even in the sense of my students can comprehend. I dont read The Origin of Species just for the heck of it. I read it because I teach theory of evolution. I found the notes about evolution in STPM books are often misleading. So dont read those books to study about evolution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, stuff I read is really sleep-inducing. I wont blame my students if any of them decide to take a nap during my lecture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are flowery now between me and my guy. We act like 16 years old sometimes, I dont know how long these flowery bits are going to last. I enjoy this, hope so does he. Long distance dating is something your teleco would like you to do, my phone bill explains this claim better than I could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like when he told me about the domestic stuffs he did, like laundry, cooking, housekeeping. I know, it sounds silly and trivial, but sound very normal to me. I want a normal relationship, less drama, just ordinary thing. I dont need this thematic love story, or close imitation of a romantic love film e.g. Cinta and Rangga, string of Indonesian romantic films, Nur Kasih etc etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be we dont have this lengthy romantic story to tell. We are not romantic, we dont even celebrate birthdays, we are typical people doing typical things, birthdays are typical too, just we dont do birthdays. But I glad I said hi to him in the lecture hall 8 years ago. Always :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Buka-buka internet, Amy Winehouse meniggal, RIP Amy. Thanks for the music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-3197751528348824144?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3197751528348824144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=3197751528348824144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/3197751528348824144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/3197751528348824144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-i-was-doing-my-final-year-back-in.html' title='Sunday post'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-5970018453527504319</id><published>2011-07-20T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:53:06.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>May be I'll delete this later.</title><content type='html'>Tiba2 mau tulis pasal ini, I dont know why exactly. One thing I dont like about marriage practice in Malaysia is, it is too husband oriented. It is almost all about husband, husband, husband. Aku cakap in Malaysian sense, sebab aku tahu di kawasan seperti Afghanistan, Pakistan, Amerika, Belanda dan tempat2 lain mungkin lebih lain amalanannya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how much we emphasize the ownership, the husband owns the wife. His wife, bini orang, isteri dia. Jaga makan minum suami, is a statement that usually induce WTF response from me. Makan minum tanggungjawab suami. Suami memang memiliki isteri, tapi preferable lagi jika dikatakan Suami bertanggungjawab kepada isteri and vice versa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tulis lebih2 nanti orang tuduh tak mengikut lunas agama pula kan.  I value relationship more than I fancy ownership. And being happy. Ini belum kira lagi orang prepare for wedding more than they prepare themselves for marriage. I always believe the power to say yes is equal to the power to say no. Say whatever you want, decide whatever you like, but do the right thing at the right time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marriage is not only something you get, but is also about let something go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, now I feel like hell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5970018453527504319?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5970018453527504319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5970018453527504319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5970018453527504319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5970018453527504319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/07/may-be-ill-delete-this-later.html' title='May be I&apos;ll delete this later.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-819115220065191120</id><published>2011-07-20T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:25:13.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>1000th</title><content type='html'>Aku post semasa waktu pejabat. Hidup boleh jadi seharam ini, siapa sangka bukan? Maka, peace out aku nak buat skema jawapan soalan final exam. Dan berharap hidup kurang keharamannya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-819115220065191120?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/819115220065191120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=819115220065191120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/819115220065191120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/819115220065191120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/07/1000th.html' title='1000th'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-6042008897569159645</id><published>2011-07-17T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:18:12.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>999th</title><content type='html'>Ini ialah pos ke 999. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Sesiapa belum tengok The Fighter, sila tengok. Selain itu, sudah tengok Prince of Persia and 127 hours. All are syok movies.. Prince of Persia slightly below the par. But Ok. Some movies are worth to not watching (betul kah apa aku tulis ni?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I bought new pair of jeans. Kali terakhir beli pada bulan Ogos 2007, during my graduation. The old pair masih boleh pakai, I love it. I beli more pairs lepas gaji this month :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) My old man is getting better. Alhamdullilah. You are awesome Big Boss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) My uncle and aunt said, it is better to finish my study before think about marriage. Err... I graduated twice already. Yeah.. 2007 and 2010. TWICE. And still I haven't finish my study. I dont mind about the marriage thing, I guess no matter how hard I study, people still think I shall remain in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I really need to buy a new car. And go to Kudat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Razman, I miss you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I wish I write a better post than this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) I have to watch my spending. Yeah.. four figured expenses in less than a month is waaayyyyy too much. I shop like Arab Emir comes out from a dessert with petrodollars to burn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I want to buy a watch. Watches may be.. (hey what happen with watch the spending?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) I bought a new ring. It is silver. Fits my right finger ring well. Even told Razman about it. Im happy with my rings. The gold and the silver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6042008897569159645?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6042008897569159645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6042008897569159645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6042008897569159645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6042008897569159645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/07/999th.html' title='999th'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1269346200580396240</id><published>2011-07-12T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:54:39.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Serabut</title><content type='html'>Serabut sangat sangat. Apart from easy job of mine, my mind is cluttered with so many things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) My car needs to be fixed. AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I want to buy a new car, but cannot decide when or what kind of car that fit me well.&lt;br /&gt;3) My father is sick. Hopefully everything will be just fine. I urged him to do colonoscopy, the sooner the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I finally get the formal invitation from the organizer of a seminar, which will be held in Indonesia. BUT the Seminar is next week. I haven't purchase air ticket. With my father's current condition. I dont think I can make it to the seminar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Meet the parents problem. Yeah.. it is harder than I think it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Just now I have decided, if thing is not working out between us. I'll let him go, and buy more guitars. Bass guitar especially. Fuck it. I dont care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I want to go to Kudat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) I am bloody tired. I've been working non stop since January. I took 3 days off in January. That's it. I've been working continuously for half of year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) My office is turning into sanctuary. Where I meet less people, and start reading everything I want to read. Magazines, novels, text books, journals, my own notes, blogs, status updates, tweets, wikipedia, online articles. Sometimes I think I spend most of my day reading stuffs. And they pay me to do this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) I miss those days, when I was more scientific, easier life, when he was just another guy friend of mine, watch more tv, less drama, and whatever. I dont even watch tv these days.. I am just like any girls, who could be very stupid when liking a guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The easiest thing right now is my job. That's it. I like this easy task of mine, even it takes most of my time (if not life). It's ok, now it is good to get busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1269346200580396240?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1269346200580396240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1269346200580396240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1269346200580396240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1269346200580396240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/07/serabut.html' title='Serabut'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1153288114829010654</id><published>2011-07-10T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T17:57:52.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>July: Birthdays, a death, and a wedding.</title><content type='html'>1. Birthdays: Kamarul, Nel, Razman, and my lil brother are July babies. Happy birthday bros. Wish you guys prosperity and good health. Nel is no longer with us.  Al Fatihah, moga kau bahagia di sana. I miss you always. Of course things are different now with Razman. Well... slightly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My nenek saudara passed away last thursday. May Allah SWT bless her soul and place her among the believers. My condolences to her husband and children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My colleague, Hafiz is no longer lelaki bujang kacak (as he said) because now he is happily married, and gladly rub it  to all over our faces (and also facebook's wall). Congratulation to you brother, people said, good thing comes to those who wait. You certainly, have been waiting long enough (12 years of relationship!). May marriage brings all excitements and true happiness to both of you. May you have love in one another, walk into new experience hand in hand, enjoy the mystery together for many more years. And stay in love till the end of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate wedding. Tapi untuk kali ini, sangat excited untuk pergi. Siap pilih2 baju. Bangun pukul 4.30 am on the day, pergh kau... hahaha... sangat sangat mahu pergi. Pengantin cool, aku pula yang excited rabak. Not just me, our friends, Bapa Kumbang pun sama, went to my room asked for what to wear. I couldnt focus at work. I went to the nikah ceremony. It was... how to say it? It was awesome!. I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tahniah again to Hafiz and his wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: trust me I still hate wedding. But I can make exception.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s/s: I wont make this post exclusively yours, because I did. In fact there are too many you-related posts lately, even my tumblr is turning into I-Miss-My-Boyfriend weeping page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1153288114829010654?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1153288114829010654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1153288114829010654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1153288114829010654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1153288114829010654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-2487316391421919614</id><published>2011-07-08T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:20:07.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodle'/><title type='text'>Dual</title><content type='html'>Magenta make love to me&lt;div&gt;Because I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be jealous Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You too, can make love to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, I love you first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2487316391421919614?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-392561396578140797</id><published>2011-07-05T09:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:31:33.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Absurd Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"The most beautiful place in the world is Kudat"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The second most beautiful place in the world is KK"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The happiest place in the world?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Heart"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I think by replacing his name with a girl's name would make people suspect me involve in a gay relationship. I am not gay&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How could people suspect you involve in a gay relationship by only reading your text messages? Hmmm.... Unless..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yeah, unless..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Releks bah. Kenapa serius sangat juga ni? Don't you just.... Wait... Don't tell me..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey... Marriage can wait, education cannot"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kau jangan Jill.. Nanti..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't say that, a novel does"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kau, nanti kau...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, I know, now you are keeping the deposit, you just wait to pay me back later kan? BIG TIME!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Smirking*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kau, nanti kau... Aku tulis (a banner) 'Kahwin can wait, education cannot' Gantung di SST " &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Laugh burst*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-392561396578140797?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/392561396578140797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=392561396578140797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/392561396578140797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/392561396578140797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/07/absurd-randomness.html' title='Absurd Randomness'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-6160413083816682030</id><published>2011-07-03T09:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:10:14.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>shush~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;January:&lt;/div&gt;Me, drive. You, sleep. The radio, off.&lt;div&gt;I like that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk. Sit. Say nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful beach. Beautiful morning. Say nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit. Eat. Shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask. Stunned. Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that (kot? hahaha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are with me, your presence creates silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I super like that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6160413083816682030?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6160413083816682030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6160413083816682030' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6160413083816682030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6160413083816682030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/07/shush.html' title='shush~'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-7074644502910399035</id><published>2011-07-01T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:21:03.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush'/><title type='text'>Me Too</title><content type='html'>I never say, me too.&lt;div&gt;But trust me, me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me too, wholeheartedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-7074644502910399035?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7074644502910399035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=7074644502910399035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/7074644502910399035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/7074644502910399035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-too.html' title='Me Too'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-5734853222542089295</id><published>2011-06-26T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T23:28:39.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabah'/><title type='text'>Lack of Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kenapa aku tidak update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sibuk kerja. Pagi belajar, petang mengajar. Repeat selama 2 minggu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Online guna henpon sahaja (Owh I super love my qwerty keypad auwww)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Text therapy dengan kawan2. Aku main sms macam budak 13 tahun baru dapat henpon. (Should I lower the age?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Aku tak berapa nak online guna netbook sekarang. Sebab nak online berbaring dalam gelap sampai tertidur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Tidur awal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Penat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Sibuk belajar menjadi dewasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Baru beli gitar. Jadi eksaited nak belajar kod. Mandi pun tak sempat, ni kan pulak update blog. Balik kerja terus sepam dua intro redemption song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Emosi konflik jiwa raga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Jiwang. Aku sengaja avoid nak update blog untuk mengelakkan alam maya melihat post jiwang aku. Post jiwang yang boleh mengakibatkan muntah merata-rata satu Kota Kinabalu, sampai dewan bandaraya marah sebab tak larat nak mop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebut pasal Kota Kinabalu, aku rajin menikmati weekend di Kota Kinabalu sekarang. Oleh itu nah tengok lah gambar Kota Kinabalu Ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQh4pJoX_44/TgdLIjRW4iI/AAAAAAAABgI/nYNKfQC1IbU/s1600/266933_10150212229651309_743386308_7343786_5645637_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQh4pJoX_44/TgdLIjRW4iI/AAAAAAAABgI/nYNKfQC1IbU/s320/266933_10150212229651309_743386308_7343786_5645637_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622545270074434082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Observatory Tower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKQmspgZHMk/TgdLIVcUpeI/AAAAAAAABgA/q_mE_ICKNag/s1600/265343_10150212230516309_743386308_7343805_7974791_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKQmspgZHMk/TgdLIVcUpeI/AAAAAAAABgA/q_mE_ICKNag/s320/265343_10150212230516309_743386308_7343805_7974791_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622545266362328546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like.. (Nanti kita naik sini, kau drive)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5W_iV_F9voI/TgdLIM3z8pI/AAAAAAAABf4/aHSsWD7gWmE/s1600/265705_10150224709216309_743386308_7393487_3346714_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5W_iV_F9voI/TgdLIM3z8pI/AAAAAAAABf4/aHSsWD7gWmE/s320/265705_10150224709216309_743386308_7393487_3346714_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622545264061706898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Timur: Morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2SVlDowrFw/TgdLHv_dtaI/AAAAAAAABfw/gknZnTW2mIg/s1600/257988_10150224708541309_743386308_7393479_7173440_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2SVlDowrFw/TgdLHv_dtaI/AAAAAAAABfw/gknZnTW2mIg/s320/257988_10150224708541309_743386308_7393479_7173440_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622545256309175714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barat: Evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jalan jem semakin teruk di KK ni. So aku ambil kesempatan menikmati sunrise dan sunset ketika pergi dan balik kerja. Always try to find simple little thing I can enjoy, because life is so messed up lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/s: Come here, and collect your birthday present. (Iya tau bizi, may be I'll post it to you, btw, kau bday bila exactly?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now playing: Rhythm of love by Plain White T's &amp;lt;----- Hint, darl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5734853222542089295?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5734853222542089295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5734853222542089295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5734853222542089295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5734853222542089295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/06/lack-of-update.html' title='Lack of Update'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQh4pJoX_44/TgdLIjRW4iI/AAAAAAAABgI/nYNKfQC1IbU/s72-c/266933_10150212229651309_743386308_7343786_5645637_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-6087580484533883846</id><published>2011-06-18T06:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T06:40:41.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Trial Separation #1</title><content type='html'>I am good. I survived day 0 (barely).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, currently I am listening Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6ImxY6hnfA"&gt;The original version is wow!&lt;/a&gt;, sound very 80's to me, just I am not really into the dance beat/disco music. But I really like the song itself. Thus, I "selongkar" national archive a.k.a YouTube for acoustic version cover. I found&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bSRFfZOBsk"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;. It is a rendition by a guy, so personally it suits me better. And of course because of the acoustic guitar and the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just what I need for this weekend. Hopefully it helps reduce the withdraw syndrome. Because honestly I feel like drowning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Y U NO, call your girlfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Call Your Girlfriend"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;It's time you had the talk&lt;br /&gt;Give your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Say it's not her fault&lt;br /&gt;But you just found somebody new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her not to get upset, second-guessing everything you said and done&lt;br /&gt;And then when she gets upset tell her how you never mean to hurt no one&lt;br /&gt;Then you tell her that the only way her heart will mend is when she learns to love again&lt;br /&gt;And it won't make sense right now but you're still her friend&lt;br /&gt;And then you let her down easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;It's time you had the talk&lt;br /&gt;Give your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Say it's not her fault&lt;br /&gt;But you just met somebody new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tell her how I give you something that you never even knew you missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't you even try and explain how it's so different when we kiss&lt;br /&gt;You tell her that the only way her heart will mend is when she learns to love again&lt;br /&gt;And it won't make sense right now but you're still her friend&lt;br /&gt;And then you let her down easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;It's time you had the talk&lt;br /&gt;Give your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Say it's not her fault&lt;br /&gt;But you just met somebody new&lt;br /&gt;And now it's gonna be me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you tell her that the only way her heart will mend is when she learns to love again&lt;br /&gt;And it won't make sense right now but you're still her friend&lt;br /&gt;And then you let her down easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;It's time you had the talk&lt;br /&gt;Give your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Say it's not her fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;It's time you had the talk&lt;br /&gt;Give your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Say it's not her fault&lt;br /&gt;But you just met somebody new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6087580484533883846?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6087580484533883846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6087580484533883846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6087580484533883846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6087580484533883846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-1-trial-separation-1.html' title='Day 1: Trial Separation #1'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1093731691144937382</id><published>2011-06-17T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:45:49.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Day 0: Trial Separation #1</title><content type='html'>I am experiencing early stage of withdraw syndrome. What a Friday. And the clock is unusually slow today. Just keep busy with work. Which I cant bloody focus on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NoteToSelf: Don't start trial separation at 12 am on Friday. It'll ruin your weekend for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1093731691144937382?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1093731691144937382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1093731691144937382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1093731691144937382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1093731691144937382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-0-trial-separation-1.html' title='Day 0: Trial Separation #1'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-5302339640779981612</id><published>2011-06-16T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:21:43.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush'/><title type='text'>Bubba Y U NO reply?</title><content type='html'>Doodling my heart out of Milky Way&lt;div&gt;As my mind drifted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopeless and tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It always finds its way back to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5302339640779981612?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5302339640779981612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5302339640779981612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5302339640779981612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5302339640779981612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/06/bubba-y-u-no-reply.html' title='Bubba Y U NO reply?'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-4311689683263914669</id><published>2011-06-14T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:46:29.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Too Much Love Will Kill You - Queen</title><content type='html'>I listen to this track. Repeatedly. In fact, I am listening now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is SO GOOD. Brian May et al. wrote this amazing piece but it was Freddie Mercury who put the soul into it. I listen to the other versions (different singers). I still like Freddie's version more and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freddie was a true talented musician/song writer. Other than his musical ability and world class stage performance I am always fascinated with his personal love story, between him and his ex-wife. How he honoured his woman, their marriage, their love, their friendship, to the very end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;"All my lovers asked me why they couldn't replace Mary [Austin], but it's simply impossible. The only friend I've got is Mary and I don't want anybody else. To me, she was my common-law wife. To me, it was a marriage. We believe in each other, that's enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freddie_Mercury"&gt;[from wikipedia]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read more&lt;a href="http://www.freddie.ru/e/archives/ok/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love of My Life - Queen (Listen and feel it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I really want to go to Lake Geneva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: perfect song to be dedicated to polygamous or cheater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4311689683263914669?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4311689683263914669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4311689683263914669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4311689683263914669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4311689683263914669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/06/too-much-love-will-kill-you-queen.html' title='Too Much Love Will Kill You - Queen'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1917134262761333034</id><published>2011-06-11T23:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:41:06.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music and more</title><content type='html'>I am a little bit melancholic and relatively so into music. I bought Najwa Mahiaddin's Innocent Soul album. If I have to describe this album in one word, REFRESHING!. I like all tracks in the album, Sweet October is my favourite and Got to Go. You know what peeps.. go buy this awesome piece. I dont have cd player, and my netbook is not equipped with cd driver. So far I can only listen to this cd in my car. Thanks to the old cd player. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking for Yuna Zarai's but couldnt find any. I guess her album can only be purchased via online direct order. I dont know, I am a bit conservative when it comes to shopping. I prefer pay everything in cash. Yes, masih wujud orang seperti saya. Once in a while I do swipe my debit card, and always borrow dad's credit card to buy air ticket. Of course I pay him later. So Yuna's albums have to wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another female singer whose voice keeps me company when I drive is Natalie Imbruglia. I always like her, but only listen to White Lilies Island album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other songs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every teardrop is a waterfall - Coldplay. Super like this one! May be different from their previous works. This one suits me just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Story (Taylor Swift) meets Viva la Vida (Coldplay) - New arrangement (thanks to you tube!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing, Forgiveness, redemption song cover - Elisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creed's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a Picture - Filter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marry Me (acoustic version) - Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was time when I hoped I listened more music. Now I am. See, we often forget to be thankful whenever our small little wish is granted. I dont know why recently I center my emotion into music. I went for karaoke session with people from work last night, it was great and fun. I forgot when the last time I went to karaoke. A lot things happened this week, personally. Work is just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep on posting disgusting scribbles? on my tumblr. :p. Ha Ha Ha. Sometimes I feel like 18. Stupid, reckless, and happy. Anyway, this blog too is turning into something that able to induce nasty puke. Right? Bah dont puke on your keyboard ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Someday I will share music/songs I like, books I read, and my favourite lemony drinks with you. Be patient, when the time comes, I'll let you have'em all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now playing: Love Story - Taylor Swift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1917134262761333034?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1917134262761333034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1917134262761333034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1917134262761333034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1917134262761333034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/06/music-and-more.html' title='Music and more'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-8648506633609882227</id><published>2011-06-10T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:13:38.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>First time post video youtube dalam blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="520" height="310" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iKKdJr42wOY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: For you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-8648506633609882227?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8648506633609882227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=8648506633609882227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/8648506633609882227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/8648506633609882227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-time-post-video-youtube-dalam.html' title='First time post video youtube dalam blog'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iKKdJr42wOY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-4988078603634563396</id><published>2011-06-08T08:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:10:28.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Star-Crossed</title><content type='html'>is meant to be Forever Alone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Playing: Redemption Song cover by Elisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4988078603634563396?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4988078603634563396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4988078603634563396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4988078603634563396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4988078603634563396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/06/star-crossed.html' title='Star-Crossed'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1616275916970161820</id><published>2011-06-05T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T16:13:07.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush'/><title type='text'>Distance is a bitch</title><content type='html'>May be we are in the gap between two seas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long my pulses start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the beat of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: this is a rip off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1616275916970161820?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1616275916970161820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1616275916970161820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1616275916970161820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1616275916970161820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-rip-off.html' title='Distance is a bitch'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1099693095022773694</id><published>2011-06-02T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:29:53.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush'/><title type='text'>Epilog</title><content type='html'>Like 500 days of Summer. &lt;div&gt;You know, before the 500th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am not Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Tom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be a combination of both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sad portions from both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be just Tom's sad portion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't even find Autumn at the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now playing: Just A Feeling - Maroon 5 (acoustic cover)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1099693095022773694?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1099693095022773694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1099693095022773694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1099693095022773694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1099693095022773694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/06/epilog.html' title='Epilog'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-2001024107158653349</id><published>2011-06-01T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T17:50:57.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>On Repeat Mode</title><content type='html'>Meh sini aku nak cerita sikit musical preference aku sejak akhir-akhir ini. Sekarang aku suka lagu yang ada banyak bunyi gitar atau versi akustik. Mana-mana lagu yang aku dengar sekarang aku akan selongkar youtube untuk cari cover versi akustik yang banyak bunyi gitar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taste muzik aku tiada lah avant grade, aku suka muzik biasa-biasa, something I like to listen, lyrics I can relate with. Dulu aku suka dengar Red Hot Chili Pepper, walaupun lirik tak tercapai akal ku, tapi muzik dia aku suka. I listen to Bruno Mars too.. sebab sedap lah kot lagu dia, tapi lirik agak macam harom gitu atau lebih tepat mengada-ngada. Catch a grenade? What for Bruno? Jump in front of train? Tolong lipat kain lebih seksi kot. Tapi apa lah folding laundry jika nak dibandingkan hiperbolanya dengan catch a grenade kan?. You need hype kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lagu firework dari Kate Perry pun aku suka. Cuma lagu-lagu dari Kate Perry ni terlalu banyak perencah masa producing. Aku tak tahu lah apa istilah muzik whatever ni, tapi kalau kau strip down lagu-lagu Kate Perry tu, buang segala aksesori yang ditambah. Lagu dia tak lah best mana. Tapi oleh kerana mereka (orang putih) kalau buat kerja jenis all out.. dia bubuh rempah ratus cukup-cukup, penyanyi kasi meletop, pitching kasi auto correct, mikropon beli yang custom made, muzik video spend duit juta2. Taddaaa.. lagu jadi acceptably good lah pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok honestly aku suka Jason Mraz, tak semua lagu lah tapi, sekarang aku memang didalam tidur dan jaga asyik-asyik dengar lagu Jason Mraz, ada beberapa spesifik tracks iaitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky feat Colbie Cailat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If It Kills me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful Mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku cari-cari cover, tapi yang original dari Jason Mraz juga yang aku suka. Kalau versi akustik pun aku nak Jason Mraz juga yang nyanyi. I am Yours pun aku suka, cuma sekarang ni tak main sangat dalam playlist repeat mode aku. Jason Mraz is a better songwriter than Bruno Mars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selain Jason Mraz, aku juga dengar merepeat mode kan lagu-lagu Maroon 5. Adam is sexy, he is the perfect Adam who can sing, good looking, and sleeps with supermodel. Eh.. kan nak cerita pasal muzik. Ada beberapa tracks dari Maroon 5 aku dengar sekarang iaitu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never leave this bed (video tak lah gah, tapi aku suka tengok sebab &lt;s&gt;shirtless Adam &lt;/s&gt; boleh tahan ada pemandangan ditepian pantai California)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a Feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a feeling aku prefer akustik version, ada bersepah-sepah dalam youtube, korang boleh selongkar sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lagu lain;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Do Colbie Cailat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seaside, I Already Miss You, Shine On - The Kooks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingrid Michealson's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never Knew I Needed - Ne Yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Animal - Neon Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rhythm of Love -Plain white T's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super love Rhythm of Love, tak payah cari versi akustik, versi biasa yang main di radio hari-hari tu aku cukup suka. Video pun cantik, sebab di tepi pantai. Ya aku memang suka pantai, sejak akhir-akhir ini extra suka. After all hari-hari pergi kerja lalu tepi laut apa... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu saja lah kot. Tapi dalam banyak (banyak lah sangat..) lagu yang aku repekkan disini pemenangnya ialah Jason Mraz's If It Kills Me. Jason Mraz aku dengar sejak lebih kurang 7-8 tahun lalu, lagu You and I, it was a massive hit back in good ol' matric. Pada masa yang sama, ringtone henpon aku (masa tu monophonic apa ntah.. tapi kuno lah) Harder to Breath by Maroon 5. I started listen to them when I was 17 going 18 lah macam tu... and still I am. Tempat ke-2 ialah tie between Never leave this bed dan Just a feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If It Kills Me ini liriknya just in case you wonder. I like it so much. Sebab sometimes I just like, no need reason for liking (I have reason, but I wont tell here). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If It Kills Me - Jason Mraz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hello, tell me you know, yeah, you've figured me out&lt;br /&gt;Something gave it away&lt;br /&gt;And it would be such a beautiful moment to see the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;To know that I know that you know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;You know nothing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you and I, why we go carrying on for hours on end&lt;br /&gt;We get along much better than you and your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I really want to do is love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how long can I go on like this, wishing to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Before I rightly explode&lt;br /&gt;And this double life I lead isn't healthy for me in fact it makes me nervous&lt;br /&gt;If I get caught I could be risking it all&lt;br /&gt;Well, baby there's a lot that I miss in case I'm wrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All I really want to do is love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;But I still cant say it after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should be so bold, I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Tell you from the start how I've longed to be your man&lt;br /&gt;But I never said a word I guess I'm gonna miss my chance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I really want to do is love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;I think it might kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling inside that keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;It might kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2001024107158653349?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2001024107158653349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=2001024107158653349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2001024107158653349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2001024107158653349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-repeat-mode.html' title='On Repeat Mode'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-6168191566218138120</id><published>2011-05-30T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:52:26.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Cerita bosan orang yang penat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Semua orang pergi meminang untuk saudara aku tadi, so aku tinggal seorang diri di rumah tadi sehari suntuk. Selain menekup muka dengan bantal setengah hari diatas katil, aku juga membuang masa di facebook. Ke atas bawah (rumah) aku main facebook. I used 3 devices, kompite abang (aku guna sekarang), my netbook, and henpon. Ya, hanya godek facebook saja pun, and of course blogging merepek2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend yang dipenuhi dengan acara bertunang dan berkahwin kawan2. It is good sebab dapat merepek2 jimba2 dengan kawan-kawan. I know the days of the gang are numbered, it is about time before we are automatically disbanded, the latest casualty is Ma Jud, I think Jamah's turn soon. Others will follow closely. I give us 3 years top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad thing, I spent my precious cuti tidak mengikut plan. Less time with Razman. Ah.. thinking of it makes me want to hantuk my head di keyboard ini. Walaupun nothing new with these hurdles, biasalah tu. I met him on friday with muka half dead, since it was Friday before long weekend for Keamatan break, I was a bit busy with work, traffic was congested like hell. But compare to his difficulties and penat.. I couldnt complain much. My big boss sort of yelled at me on the phone, because I went night outing and I knew that he knew I went out with the most unlikeable figure according to his sense. Ok itu another separate story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku drive balik, just let him sleep lah.. I know he was penat, aku pun penat (I prefer dia tidur when I am driving, Super like actually *insert muka minta penampar here*).  Nasib baik ada Datin sebelah, who was equally if not superbly penat. Rush to Ma Jud's party. Did what we do best, being us, loud and all. Of course cam-whoring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siap berfoto ditepian pantai lagi. Ada lagi cerita mengada2 yang panjang penuh liku macam drama tv3 selalu pasang time maghrib. I drove him to his family on sunday afternoon. Ahh.. kenot tulis lah itu cerita... Thank you very much to Ma Jud, you saved my ass. Otherwise I would campak this poor dude ditepian jalan. I owe you BIG TIME Ma Jud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Razman balik tadi. So I bit sedih ya hampoon since  I buka mata subuh2 tadi (sikit sahaja sedih, I eat just fine, but need ubat batuk to induce tidur). I always hate the morning after. Anyway a good Datin of mine took beautiful photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pakcik likes the sea. He was a fish himself. He couldnt tahan sampai pergi juga cecah kaki didalam air, nasib baik tidak mandi. I love the beach sahaja. Laut kurang suka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Playing: Seaside -The Kooks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6KgBPECLoI/TeOiBMVdXpI/AAAAAAAABfk/ASWrYtMVGUc/s1600/253549_10150194810241309_743386308_7174136_6485400_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6KgBPECLoI/TeOiBMVdXpI/AAAAAAAABfk/ASWrYtMVGUc/s320/253549_10150194810241309_743386308_7174136_6485400_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612507702008569490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmch_1J-8jI/TeOiBCNZVNI/AAAAAAAABfc/TNUDaWgv4Ak/s1600/247259_10150194812871309_743386308_7174183_6169848_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmch_1J-8jI/TeOiBCNZVNI/AAAAAAAABfc/TNUDaWgv4Ak/s320/247259_10150194812871309_743386308_7174183_6169848_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612507699290395858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P76JCPRwzdQ/TeOiA0KbsGI/AAAAAAAABfU/7ZMSfCluiis/s1600/248858_10150194813091309_743386308_7174187_6086235_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P76JCPRwzdQ/TeOiA0KbsGI/AAAAAAAABfU/7ZMSfCluiis/s320/248858_10150194813091309_743386308_7174187_6086235_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612507695519871074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Pakai baju melayu... hahahahahahahaha jadi issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6168191566218138120?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6168191566218138120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6168191566218138120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6168191566218138120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6168191566218138120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/cerita-bosan-orang-yang-penat.html' title='Cerita bosan orang yang penat.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6KgBPECLoI/TeOiBMVdXpI/AAAAAAAABfk/ASWrYtMVGUc/s72-c/253549_10150194810241309_743386308_7174136_6485400_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-635953805495904535</id><published>2011-05-30T15:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:25:18.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>I always hate the morning after.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I could handle night time like a Pro. I was a night crawler after all, the legend-dary. But I hate the morning after. It is real, sharp like well maintained stainless hunting knife. Or to pretentious extend, it is so subliminal. May be with IQ like mine, it is not for me to comprehend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may cheat my brain at night, with helps from good flavoured cough syrup (which also needed for my bad cough). Sleep like a baby with or without my phone in my hand. But I could not lie to my heart whenever I wake up in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is well revealed, and I know surely I have to swallow my own words and may be my pride too for breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I feel disgusting, like very, but doesn't mean the truth is less true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Playing: I already miss you- The Kooks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-635953805495904535?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/635953805495904535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=635953805495904535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/635953805495904535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/635953805495904535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-always-hate-morning-after.html' title='I always hate the morning after.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-148394020537312088</id><published>2011-05-29T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:41:14.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush'/><title type='text'>need to rephrase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08PxGTxYw9s/TeIwihDIz-I/AAAAAAAABfE/BFR0kvW2QgE/s1600/P5287354.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08PxGTxYw9s/TeIwihDIz-I/AAAAAAAABfE/BFR0kvW2QgE/s320/P5287354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612101455202275298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-148394020537312088?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/148394020537312088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=148394020537312088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/148394020537312088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/148394020537312088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/need-to-rephrase.html' title='need to rephrase'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08PxGTxYw9s/TeIwihDIz-I/AAAAAAAABfE/BFR0kvW2QgE/s72-c/P5287354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-5932906588929932051</id><published>2011-05-27T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:19:51.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Yay holiday!</title><content type='html'>Finally the long awaited, the most wanted, is here. After 2 crazy weeks, the calendar grants me public holidays. Super love this, even though I have weddings and engagement party to attend. Razman is coming, and I really need these 4 days off. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selamat pengantin baru dan selamat bertunang kepada kawan-kawan. Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: approx. 500km. Pity him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5932906588929932051?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5932906588929932051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5932906588929932051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5932906588929932051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5932906588929932051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/yay-holiday.html' title='Yay holiday!'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1665816097710738316</id><published>2011-05-26T07:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:54:10.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>I have exam in less than 2 hours</title><content type='html'>I miss the girls lah pulak. Balik cepat girls, like super sunyi here, just me and the kids. Yeah, mak cik has to stay jaga budak. While you girls having good time runaway from campus. Dengki!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pak cik baked cake last night. Hey hey cannot wait to text you on lunch hour. Thursday down! Someone is coming to the town.. Ho Ho Ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: aku tunggu kau reply lah ni... aisey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1665816097710738316?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1665816097710738316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1665816097710738316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1665816097710738316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1665816097710738316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-exam-in-less-than-2-hours.html' title='I have exam in less than 2 hours'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-438058724663333280</id><published>2011-05-22T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:43:58.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sight seeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>I miss my then-me so much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Caution: Content agak merepek mungkin anda akan muntah hijau lepas baca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took pics around UMS, the campus is quite beautiful this time of year. The sky is extra blue, the sun is extra hot, and the darling buds are blossoming. Plus I was working from 7am-10pm this week, even came on saturday and public holiday, means more time in campus compare to anywhere else. I needed to find something to amuse me otherwise i would have turned into brain eating zombie. Here some pics.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vys6BOIpMRM/Tdkj9xSXLqI/AAAAAAAABe8/rGgTgGUe9fQ/s1600/244205_10150187614031309_743386308_7111206_7433690_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vys6BOIpMRM/Tdkj9xSXLqI/AAAAAAAABe8/rGgTgGUe9fQ/s320/244205_10150187614031309_743386308_7111206_7433690_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609554354976009890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah my campus has beach, a beautiful one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgDKijC3zFQ/Tdkj9fyv7CI/AAAAAAAABe0/lJNMXyADi0w/s1600/244202_10150187613681309_743386308_7111203_2306252_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DgDKijC3zFQ/Tdkj9fyv7CI/AAAAAAAABe0/lJNMXyADi0w/s320/244202_10150187613681309_743386308_7111203_2306252_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609554350280010786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This belongs to Legum family I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiXcZzPIz5w/Tdkj9JaRFyI/AAAAAAAABes/0CFgNZzv9yI/s1600/240523_10150187613431309_743386308_7111202_5211707_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xiXcZzPIz5w/Tdkj9JaRFyI/AAAAAAAABes/0CFgNZzv9yI/s320/240523_10150187613431309_743386308_7111202_5211707_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609554344271746850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after Zohor. I was so tired because berakit di laut pada pukul 1 pm. And my muscle masih sakit mau tukar gear 2 pun susah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, a very good friend of mine who I seldom meet and talk to was kind enough to send his pic. Otherwise I would have tekup muka sendiri dengan bantal sampai petang. And... ok stop mengadu bukan2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGivflNvluI/TdkjkO-BzEI/AAAAAAAABek/rk9r6dnolNw/s1600/Baju%2Bungu.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGivflNvluI/TdkjkO-BzEI/AAAAAAAABek/rk9r6dnolNw/s320/Baju%2Bungu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609553916267187266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bring yourself here safely by Friday, I'll fetch you after work. And you may sleep soundly while I drive the car. Dont forget the kemeja and DONT wear baju melayu (even I want you too) because it is just wayyyy to weird. (Damn, am I nagging here?). Ignore the stupid bebel, just come here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See.. you make me membebel already. I dont like membebel to you, I dont even like talking via phone, I dont know what to say most of the time. But I am good with text. Yes.. very. Text me whenever you want, I would stop my car tepi jalan just to reply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn what did I get my self into?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: nanti beli white tee tu sama2 ah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now playing: If it kills me- Jason Mraz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-438058724663333280?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/438058724663333280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=438058724663333280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/438058724663333280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/438058724663333280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-miss-my-then-me-so-much.html' title='I miss my then-me so much.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vys6BOIpMRM/Tdkj9xSXLqI/AAAAAAAABe8/rGgTgGUe9fQ/s72-c/244205_10150187614031309_743386308_7111206_7433690_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-4957841610134618637</id><published>2011-05-20T13:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:21:44.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Did I tell you I love my physical qwerty keypad?</title><content type='html'>I am busy &lt;i&gt;busy&lt;/i&gt;. I need that, to dry my energy, hence less merepek thinking. My kepala hotak loves to merepek recently, and it makes me look like zombie during daylight, or like I am demam. I am not really that fit, or tip top punya kesihatan as I work like 16 hours a day this week. Ya, adinda balik pukul 9-10 malam setiap hari minggu ini. Hari ni ada releks sikit sebab hari jumaat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes, even when my energy level is almost zero my mind still wanders like naughty hyperactive kid. Worse, all merepeks come with dream version and I feel like I hardly rest even in my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After several weeks, I have found 2 simple tricks to make me sleep so soundly;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A very good friend of mine, ubat batuk. At safe dose, it helps like magic, knock me down almost instantly, hence less merepek thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Text therapy. Even it's not working like magic, and sometimes turn into bloody sharp knife, and makes me emo like hell. Still it helps, more or less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there are my options, ubat batuk or text therapy. This is why I love my qwerty keypad so much because it is a safer option compare to ubat batuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am mereng like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: kepada yang berkenanan please jangan kutuk, I need to do this entry as I am so entah apa apa right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: kadang2 dalam mimpi pun ada text therapy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4957841610134618637?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4957841610134618637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4957841610134618637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4957841610134618637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4957841610134618637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/did-i-tell-you-i-love-my-physical.html' title='Did I tell you I love my physical qwerty keypad?'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-8444113676333436010</id><published>2011-05-20T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T12:03:23.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabah'/><title type='text'>Manukan and Mamutik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HnIkI_D3pE/TdXmruJNV8I/AAAAAAAABec/P0G_uRoV1qk/s1600/221295_10150163813376309_743386308_6894552_387081_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HnIkI_D3pE/TdXmruJNV8I/AAAAAAAABec/P0G_uRoV1qk/s320/221295_10150163813376309_743386308_6894552_387081_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608642549755238338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mamutik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjWf6T2STfI/TdXmrFFAQwI/AAAAAAAABeU/xR-3z5-RS0s/s1600/221180_10150163813856309_743386308_6894561_1936939_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjWf6T2STfI/TdXmrFFAQwI/AAAAAAAABeU/xR-3z5-RS0s/s320/221180_10150163813856309_743386308_6894561_1936939_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608642538731750146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mamutik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9NA1_-R0Pg/TdXmq1V3NmI/AAAAAAAABeM/DMYR-lJUtJo/s1600/221568_10150163815896309_743386308_6894607_5402399_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9NA1_-R0Pg/TdXmq1V3NmI/AAAAAAAABeM/DMYR-lJUtJo/s320/221568_10150163815896309_743386308_6894607_5402399_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608642534507492962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manukan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8283ko5JqU8/TdXmqu7S_GI/AAAAAAAABeE/gFdRFoKGOW8/s1600/201275_10150163816151309_743386308_6894612_2786432_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8283ko5JqU8/TdXmqu7S_GI/AAAAAAAABeE/gFdRFoKGOW8/s320/201275_10150163816151309_743386308_6894612_2786432_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608642532785454178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Manukan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went islands hopping during last Easter. Rasa macam mau lagi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: superfluously busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-8444113676333436010?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8444113676333436010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=8444113676333436010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/8444113676333436010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/8444113676333436010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/manukan-and-mamutik.html' title='Manukan and Mamutik'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HnIkI_D3pE/TdXmruJNV8I/AAAAAAAABec/P0G_uRoV1qk/s72-c/221295_10150163813376309_743386308_6894552_387081_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-5134978117858408063</id><published>2011-05-17T10:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:12:35.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>What should I title this entry?</title><content type='html'>"What happen if you lost your phone or I lost mine? How we contact each other?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I remember your number, as well as remembering you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Yet paranoid me secretly call you a bipolar. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-5134978117858408063?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5134978117858408063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=5134978117858408063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5134978117858408063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/5134978117858408063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-should-i-title-this-entry.html' title='What should I title this entry?'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-305705194621055202</id><published>2011-05-16T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:25:31.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>after working for 16 hours non stop...</title><content type='html'>i need something sweet. like sugar or honey or cupcakes.                                                                                &lt;div&gt;p/s: I used my phone to write this. It's suck. I prefer ordinary keyboard instead :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-305705194621055202?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/305705194621055202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=305705194621055202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/305705194621055202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/305705194621055202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/after-working-for-16-hours-non-stop.html' title='after working for 16 hours non stop...'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-8914362270232472981</id><published>2011-05-15T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:56:19.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Someone just said the sweetest thing ever.</title><content type='html'>I need extra insulin now. *faint*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: This is mengada ngada post. Please dont puke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-8914362270232472981?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8914362270232472981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=8914362270232472981' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/8914362270232472981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/8914362270232472981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-just-said-sweetest-thing-ever.html' title='Someone just said the sweetest thing ever.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-855117314424945782</id><published>2011-05-15T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:50:31.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>The real winner is ....*drumroll* Celcom.</title><content type='html'>1. Being a realistic, I know how fragile and uncertain this thing is. For now let's enjoy what we have and worry less. And yes, distance is a bitch. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I like being single. It is so comfortable, and may be too comfy. I'll be just fine. And I shall remain like this for many years to come. Just because you are single doesnt mean you have to feel miserable or sad.. just be positive, and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. How do we know if a person is matter to us? For me, if I mention their names in my prayers, that justify everything. Walaupun masa bergaduh, as long as I still remember them in my doa, I know deep down these people are matter to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I like ring. I have one, a gold ring with simple design. I plan to buy another. For whatever reason.. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I have this azam or whatever you may call it, that I want to be more independent, like paying my own bills, own my own house, etc etc. Eh.. dont get me wrong, I do pay my own bills now, but I share utility bills and stuff with my siblings. I can say I manage my own finance, but still learning here and there, need some times. And my own house. Not kelam kabut to buy one, just I am planning to buy one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I want to read more science and be a good scientist. I dont care much about position and all, I think my current one is good enough for me, the payment is good, the benefit is fair (Tak lah gempak kah apa.. tapi I am good with it). I have no intention to compete for executive position. Seriously I dont want to. I like science and I like being a scientist, that's it. So dont worry for a competition from me, I dont compete for something I dont even want. I dont know about future, for me as long as they need my service, I am happy to serve. If not, that's another story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in rezeki, lain orang lain rezekinya. So no need to worry about this person buy this car, or that person is getting married, or siapa sambung belajar dulu siapa kemudian or naik pangkat dulu. It is rezeki. Once you are worried about others' rezeki you could easily trapped in dengki/irihati. Yes, worrying about others' rezeki is borderline dengki. I always tell this to myself. If we work hard enough, sabar, someday we will get what we want. Or may be not what we want, but just what we need, Allah SWT knows better kan?. So dont need to worry that much. Especially dont worry about will I potong your jalan or not.. All I care is my jalan is good, and not disturbing others. Itu saja.. so no need to kacau or worry about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku tak tahu orang lain, but usually I tumpang gembira if friends are getting married, or new job, or promotion, or buying new car. Tak payah nak beriri hati, ini iri hati dalam konteks jahat ya.. kalau tengok orang maju ke depan and we feel inspired to be better itu lain. Itu bukan dengki itu nak jadi better. Tapi macam biasa kena usaha lebih lah kan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah.. this is what I want, taip banyak kali so people boleh jelas I am not a competition they have to worry about. Kerja wise, I want to be a good scientist. A real scientist with real ilmu sains to share with people especially my students. Pangkat gempak2 pun kalau ilmu nya so-so.. kejar pangkat saja lebih.. what is the point? Ya ada point like pangkat tinggi gaji banyak etc etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me biar lah setimpal pangkat dengan ilmu (my loss, I know).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I want to be happy, spend more times with love ones, and benefit others. Yang lain2 tu mau lah juga, tapi what is the point kalau tidak happy? clear kan? it is not about cars, houses, money etc etc etc... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He is sharing what he reads with me. If you read my previous posts, you'll know what do I think about a man who reads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I have said this before, tapi nak cakap lagi, I like drinking tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Someday I will bancuh some tea for you. We start with black, later boleh lah request yang mengada2 punya ok? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s/s: My old me is back.. eh? macam sudah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-855117314424945782?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/855117314424945782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=855117314424945782' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/855117314424945782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/855117314424945782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/real-winner-is-drumroll-celcom.html' title='The real winner is ....*drumroll* Celcom.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1667465142555998025</id><published>2011-05-09T17:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:48:30.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Sesekali perasan Holden Caufield.</title><content type='html'>1. Lain orang yang bertunang lain orang yang pening. Yang ni serius memang cari penyakit, tiada beban jengkaut dan steamroller digalas. Aku n00b dalam masalah ini, sampai termimpi2 pun ada rasanya, that's why I need extra dose of antihistamine/cough syrup/painkiller, so I can sleep better. Walau hakikat alam semesta, I dont really need ubat for light cough. Sebab tahap cukup sekadar dehem, minum air banyak sikit, dah ok kot, but still I need 'reason' so I can feel less guilty. Damn, am I hypochondriac? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Serial financially fuck up whine: Yes, as usual. I 'terbeli' sunglasses, beli karpet kereta sebab yang lama dah makan umur 5 tahun kot, beli wiper baru sebab memang expired, perlu tinted tapi aisey.. off budget. Ngangkung? Part time kot? ntah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Katil aku patah. Katil yang satu lagi pun menunggu masa untuk menyembah lantai. So I need 2 katils. Padahal aku seorang saja pun, katil sampai 2, tamak kan?. Rosak pula masa yang sama. Pening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. May-June, Musim orang kawin, biasalah Malaysia ni, temperate ada 4 musim, Malaysia ada lebih dari 4; Musim kahwin, musim banjir, musim kemarau, musim cuti sekolah, musim raya, musim buah buahan, musim pilihanraya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So kepada yang seangkatan dengan aku, diharap Comrade releks ketika ditanya FAQ oleh saudara mara, kawan2, makciks, semasa menghadiri kenduri kahwin. Sekarang kalau orang tanya aku FAQ, macam mau saja aku hantar fake wedding invitation. Padan muka korang, nak sangat kan?. Logically, kalau aku tau bila, memang sah2 aku dah hantar kan kad, ya idak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tahniah kepada pengantin/bakal pengantin/bakal bertunang/bakal ibu ayah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Reading principle of taxonomy. I feel great! Ya.. membaca bagus untuk jiwa anda. Especially Al-Quran. (eh.. apasal tiba2 tertukar mood alim ini?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1667465142555998025?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1667465142555998025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1667465142555998025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1667465142555998025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1667465142555998025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/sesekali-perasan-holden-caufield.html' title='Sesekali perasan Holden Caufield.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-2416714149921321741</id><published>2011-05-06T12:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:39:17.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Teh Berperisa Ubat Batuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4b3QOSzv5GQ/TcN68UAc6hI/AAAAAAAABdc/n0S5PvrVe0w/s1600/dhani-harrison2-530-100.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4b3QOSzv5GQ/TcN68UAc6hI/AAAAAAAABdc/n0S5PvrVe0w/s320/dhani-harrison2-530-100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603457537960372754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dhani. Spit image of his father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Entry ini mungkin sejenis confession yang dibuat dalam keadaan under influence.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Kepala hotak ku yang sentiasa memikir mikir. Kadang2 terjaga malam, aku suspek masa aku tidur pun hotak aku masih berfikir-fikir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I super love physical qwerty keypad. Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I text like 16 years old recently. Eh.. korang jangan salah sangka, aq B3L0m Lg JAtuH tAH@P M3n@iP M@CaM H@R0M Spt IniEw. Cuma sekarang ini lebih banyak texting dari biasa. Thanks to physical qwerty keypad. And him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. We are in limbo. Kan? or we are chickened? or we just too tired sampai terdoze off sedar-sedar sudah subuh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Agak musical sekarang. Ingrid Michealson's and George Harisson's.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Text lah lagi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s/s: I love Dhani name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picture: Google (kau fikir mana lagi?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2416714149921321741?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2416714149921321741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=2416714149921321741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2416714149921321741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2416714149921321741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/teh-berperisa-ubat-batuk.html' title='Teh Berperisa Ubat Batuk'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4b3QOSzv5GQ/TcN68UAc6hI/AAAAAAAABdc/n0S5PvrVe0w/s72-c/dhani-harrison2-530-100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-6470697129420369487</id><published>2011-05-04T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:28:55.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Love it so much so I re-post it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie4o2VXKfCU/TcC5AMoBihI/AAAAAAAABdU/4_Svf6v8kmg/s1600/George%252BHarrison%252Bcamera.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie4o2VXKfCU/TcC5AMoBihI/AAAAAAAABdU/4_Svf6v8kmg/s320/George%252BHarrison%252Bcamera.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602681349489134098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6470697129420369487?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6470697129420369487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6470697129420369487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6470697129420369487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6470697129420369487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-it-so-much-so-i-re-post-it.html' title='Love it so much so I re-post it.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie4o2VXKfCU/TcC5AMoBihI/AAAAAAAABdU/4_Svf6v8kmg/s72-c/George%252BHarrison%252Bcamera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-2611794526437238220</id><published>2011-05-03T10:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:53:31.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Now Playing: Ingrid Michealson's</title><content type='html'>We should keep it this way.&lt;div&gt;Floating away and being stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No cold feet, no retreat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being silly, may be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NotaKaki: May be I should stay offline, switch off my phone, read my books and mags, do a DVD marathon, set another lunch with another younger boy, drink great amount of tea, intoxicate myself with caffeine, punch my own face, buy an expensive guitar that I'll never play, buy a pair of unnecessary shoes, read 2 boxes of journals, and delete this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2611794526437238220?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2611794526437238220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=2611794526437238220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2611794526437238220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2611794526437238220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/now-playing-ingrid-michealsons.html' title='Now Playing: Ingrid Michealson&apos;s'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-7189171797429195334</id><published>2011-05-02T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T11:49:24.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Party is over.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I Guess, the serotonin loaded weeks are almost if not already over. For real or merely camouflage, one thing for sure I had good time myself. Another quick awesome sensation but I guess it is over and kicks me back to reality. Which is good for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From now on more focus and of course keep everything on track. Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Thank you for all those good wishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-7189171797429195334?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7189171797429195334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=7189171797429195334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/7189171797429195334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/7189171797429195334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/party-is-over.html' title='Party is over.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-145824021181525736</id><published>2011-05-01T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T17:26:32.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>My first Labour's Day.</title><content type='html'>I feel very (well relatively) musical lately, reflection of my mood I guess. I prefer to listen to them via live streaming (youtube etc..) not downloaded. Below are my playlists.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Love Comes to Everyone - George Harisson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. As My Guitar Gently Weeps - George Harisson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Marry Me - Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I D0 - Colby Caillat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I Never Leave This Bed - Maroon 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Marry You - Bruno Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Animal - Neon Trees (prefer Billboard acoustic version)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Baby - Justin Bieber cover by Neon Trees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Ingrid Michealson's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Price Tag - I dont know the original singer but I prefer Maddi Jane's version. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some songs I prefer the acoustic version of them covered by other singers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: How dare you come to my dream?. Do it more often... hahahah.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-145824021181525736?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/145824021181525736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=145824021181525736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/145824021181525736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/145824021181525736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-first-labours-day.html' title='My first Labour&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-8322517694760938754</id><published>2011-04-29T10:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T11:13:33.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>I will stab you with your insulin pen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOQ_ezzQJCg/TbonT5V6LuI/AAAAAAAABdM/3B7GnkQcD90/s1600/George%252BHarrison.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOQ_ezzQJCg/TbonT5V6LuI/AAAAAAAABdM/3B7GnkQcD90/s320/George%252BHarrison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600832309352345314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George bersama gitarnya. now playing: Love comes to everyone. Thank you Georgie for the song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is time when I can foresee future me sit alone and gather dust while watching weekly race. May be with sugarless lemony drink in my hand.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be my Gatsby, and join me. Mahu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo: Google. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-8322517694760938754?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8322517694760938754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=8322517694760938754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/8322517694760938754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/8322517694760938754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-will-stab-you-with-your-insulin-pen.html' title='I will stab you with your insulin pen.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOQ_ezzQJCg/TbonT5V6LuI/AAAAAAAABdM/3B7GnkQcD90/s72-c/George%252BHarrison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-4789659029935947793</id><published>2011-04-28T21:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:28:44.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Note To Self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UydiAwwdeiw/TblrV4n7g7I/AAAAAAAABdE/AbtPfzDoRLc/s1600/George%252BHarrison.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UydiAwwdeiw/TblrV4n7g7I/AAAAAAAABdE/AbtPfzDoRLc/s320/George%252BHarrison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600625635333211058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini George masa muda. Love this photo, ini baru hipster superstar. RIP Georgie!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wahai diri sendiri sila lah fokus. Kau asyik berfikir-fikir sampai termimpi-mimpi itu bahaya ok. Sudah jangan lah berfikir-fikir lagi kembali lah kau ke pangkal jalan. Jalan yang lurus yang sudah ada tangga untuk di panjat lagi diredhai. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: You are not the road not taken. Be patience, I'll ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s/s: kepada diri sendiri, be patience and FOCUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;photo: Google&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4789659029935947793?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4789659029935947793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4789659029935947793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4789659029935947793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4789659029935947793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/note-to-self.html' title='Note To Self.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UydiAwwdeiw/TblrV4n7g7I/AAAAAAAABdE/AbtPfzDoRLc/s72-c/George%252BHarrison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-3703678043199573824</id><published>2011-04-27T22:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:29:44.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>180 degrees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1ZQ2A_4W1A/TbgsYBhhazI/AAAAAAAABc8/k1RRaqI5Dhw/s1600/beatle_lyrics.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1ZQ2A_4W1A/TbgsYBhhazI/AAAAAAAABc8/k1RRaqI5Dhw/s320/beatle_lyrics.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600274927872731954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super love this photo. Especially George. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Tulis 2-3 ayat tapi delete. Sekarang post lebih kepada whiny atau jiwang. Jiwang post makes me puke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Esok kerja luar lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I didnt like texting by using my phone. But recently since everything is flipping 180 degrees or so, I do like texting with my phone. Must be the awesome qwerty keypad or may be because of You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Everything is soooo tunggang langgang, I dont care much about science recently. Kind of creepy, like very creepy. So I decided to read scientific journal again. Just to gain back the momentum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. I need to stay focus. Hopefully I wont browse Tupperware catalog anytime soon. Yeah sekarang these petty things I usually (used to) hate agak menarik, the furniture, the bed linen. Homaigod... I minat mau beli cadar? What happen? I think cadar is fine, but once I try to order Tupperware or kitchen utensils, please save me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And someone keep on asking me about household stuffs. Dude, I serve my food on pinggan percuma beli ubat gigi, or cawan percuma beli milo tin besar. Mind you I even drive whatever car available in the garage. I dont know which type couch suitable for what kind of space. And if you ever ask me about curtain, I pengsan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I let my sisters bought my kain baju and tudungs, even my stokin.  Stokin ok!. I sleep on a bed with a brick (yes batu bata merah buat rumah) supporting the main frame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you value my opinion on sofa set? err... are you sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. My magazines are finally arrived. Fuhh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-3703678043199573824?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3703678043199573824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=3703678043199573824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/3703678043199573824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/3703678043199573824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/180-degrees.html' title='180 degrees'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1ZQ2A_4W1A/TbgsYBhhazI/AAAAAAAABc8/k1RRaqI5Dhw/s72-c/beatle_lyrics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-6962252324780559603</id><published>2011-04-27T09:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:50:42.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Confession of a Whiny</title><content type='html'>1. Dropped my phone on the gravels. Hence, scratched the screen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Heavy cough. I've been coughing so hard every night since last thursday. Super irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Lost focus. Damn!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Cant stop thinking about this particular someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Feel like bitch slapping myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I should buy myself a single ring. As a symbol of commitment or whatever-fuck-even-I-cant-comprehend-but-still-I-want-the-fucking-ring to plan I have made and hope I have give to my love ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6962252324780559603?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6962252324780559603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6962252324780559603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6962252324780559603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6962252324780559603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/confession-of-whiny.html' title='Confession of a Whiny'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-1457237623375297041</id><published>2011-04-25T01:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:18:56.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>You wont read this. That's why I post it.</title><content type='html'>We both lost our best friend. The one who bridged us in the most special way people and us even couldnt comprehend. Sadly we talk less about him now. Deep down I dont want to share what I feel, and of course I assume you dont want to share yours. For I couldnt even talk about him with dry eyes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow may be we managed to mourn separately for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost one. Almost let another slipped through my fingers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hold on there. Hold on. As long as you can. I promise to fight for it even if it is a losing battle and powdered my fingers well so nothing will slip through them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-1457237623375297041?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1457237623375297041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=1457237623375297041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1457237623375297041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/1457237623375297041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-wont-read-this-thats-why-i-post-it.html' title='You wont read this. That&apos;s why I post it.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-4067405626456957187</id><published>2011-04-25T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:55:36.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>1. Went to Pulau Manukan and Mamutik.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Went to shopping malls (wojib).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Went to jimba with friends, since everyone is getting engaged, married the happy bunch mesti berjimba sekerap yang boleh. Before we take separate ways.. for good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Introduced (err.. sort of lah kan..walaupun entah apa2, kelam kabut sangat2 rushing dari island hopping) Razman to the happy bunch. And the bunch made quick assumption, we are student and teacher, or research collaborator. If I knew the theory beforehand I would keep it that way. Sebab it sounds very close. We are friends since like 2003, surprisingly the happy bunch know nothing about him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. First time pigi terminal bus Inanam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. First time pergi KKTimesSqLalu depan Sabah Institute of Art. Cantik2 artwork mereka. Stop by di butik mothercare? because it is the only shop open kot? Plus he wanted to buy something. I tengok2 saja lah... nothing suit my need or taste or my heart even. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expect more weddings and engagements. Yeah.. more and more and more. Tahniah to Dibah &amp;amp; Wan, Zati &amp;amp; pasangan atas perkahwinan anda yang bakal menjelang tiba. Wan fulfills promise he made 4 (or 5) years ago to marry Dibah by 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Engagements, only one buat announcement (err... more like Facebook leak). Expect more to come lah kot? eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 is getting exciting or rather surprising... started pretty well.. so far so ok. Nothing much different, but compare to my roller coaster years in 2008 to first half of 2010, 2011 is much much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travel wise, Started with KL (first time since my graduation), Kudat is always in my wish list, so do Ranau, dua2 sudah pergi for this year, of course the long awaited Sandakan. And another long awaited Islands hopping (especially Manukan). All done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandakan and Island hopping were done within 2 weeks. *pat my own shoulder*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandakan is extra special, sebab all of sudden peluang fell on my lap. Walaupun masa untuk bekerja keras dan terpaksa mengharung long hours bus ride siap landslides drama bagai :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be Ranau again. Ya, I like Ranau. And please, another sunrise watching in Kudat. Super love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explore My Own Backyard Project (jalan2 sekitar Sabah) ialah plan selepas graduasi pada tahun 2007. 2011 baru nampak plan ni gerak perlahan2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita bulatkan tekad, kita kukuhkan azam. Cambodia! (2015 or earlier).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I like the small little thing you said, even may be you didnt mean it the way I wished you to. Keep it simple and open, when the time comes the whole universe will conspire to make it happen. Just like my Explore My Own Backyard Project lah...  plan 2007, 2011 baru lah project nampak berkembang sikit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4067405626456957187?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4067405626456957187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4067405626456957187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4067405626456957187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4067405626456957187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-4565228833086884055</id><published>2011-04-22T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:33:40.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my crush'/><title type='text'>I dreamed of iPad. It was a nightmare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n1JGIS0uDho/TbGdsQkInRI/AAAAAAAABc0/j51ekJlWqa0/s1600/dvb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n1JGIS0uDho/TbGdsQkInRI/AAAAAAAABc0/j51ekJlWqa0/s320/dvb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598429195484568850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini bukan iPad. Ini iOrangTuaMasihMaintainWalauAnakSudah3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wrinkled face of David. I still like to watch his face. Even I dont like him as much as I used to. Ya kamurang may harp on his keturunan yang yahudi 25% itu. I do like his slick shiny hair and his unshaven face a.k.a after 5 look a.k.a Californian executive look. And of course his wedding band. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4565228833086884055?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4565228833086884055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4565228833086884055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4565228833086884055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4565228833086884055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dreamed-of-ipad-it-was-nightmare.html' title='I dreamed of iPad. It was a nightmare.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n1JGIS0uDho/TbGdsQkInRI/AAAAAAAABc0/j51ekJlWqa0/s72-c/dvb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-307645087109926445</id><published>2011-04-19T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:48:20.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Dont let your feeling clouded your judgement</title><content type='html'>It is important to be a good professional scientist. And a good person who benefits others. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I promise, when the time comes, I wont wait for you. I'll ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#now playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marry me- Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never leave this bed- Maroon 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-307645087109926445?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/307645087109926445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=307645087109926445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/307645087109926445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/307645087109926445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-let-your-feeling-clouded-your.html' title='Dont let your feeling clouded your judgement'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-6204461993311966113</id><published>2011-04-17T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:23:08.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>sixtynine</title><content type='html'>1. I keep on thinking about this particular someone. It's been a week. I dont feel comfortable but I dont hate it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Anyway on unrelated development, relationship between me and my parents and family is a relationship I value the most. Any other relationships I have in future shall have less impact with the former. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Lately I've been so melancholic well may be a little bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He took 2 days off from work and endured 3 hours bus ride so we could meet each other. Turned out, I was so occupied with works, and left him waiting. Thankfully managed to meet for a quick dinner, and he joined me back to the lodge.  Instead of catch up story with him, I left him alone because I was so exhausted and barely opened my eyes. He did call me at 11.30pm but I was already drifted into sweet slumber. The next morning, he left while I was in the shower (yes, enough to make me feel guilty and disgusting at the same time). I talked to him, so we set another meeting sometimes next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout 7 years knowing each other, I think, except the first year we only spent like 4 hours a year together. If we are lucky, kadang2 tidak jumpa sampai almost 2 tahun. Usually susah gila nak jumpa and sentiasa ada halangan. Once, he and his friends drove like 6 to 8 hours but we just met for like 1 hour.  So last week, when multiple landslides blocked the route, I wasnt surprised, after a while I get used with such gauntlet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to spend long easter weekend with him, may be I'll introduce him to my girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks for the gift :) and for kindly wrapped it in a box. So thoughtful. (Unlike me, yang kalau bagi hadiah main campak with plastics shopping tu pun kalau bagi).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: get well soon to bapa, steady my big boss. You'll be just fine. Love you. Pray for you speed recovery!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6204461993311966113?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6204461993311966113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6204461993311966113' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6204461993311966113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6204461993311966113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/sixtynine.html' title='sixtynine'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-6932295436135602497</id><published>2011-04-16T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:44:24.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just saying'/><title type='text'>Marriage Approving Mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you read my previous posts (I dont remember which one) you would know I am not a marriage approving person, but I am not totally against marriage either. Just I dont fancy the idea of marriage or being married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate wedding for real, yes. I. Hate. Wedding. Nowadays, wedding is an extravagant event where the couple and sometimes parents spend big chunk of fortune to make it happen. Sometimes, I think big wedding is just an event where the couple seek a public approval for having sex. But of course they want to make it like it is a Big Deal!. Seriously, in 2011 Malaysian, especially Malay folks (well.. I am Malay by federal constitution definition) still joking with childish giggles about first night at the wedding. People have sex, so do cockroaches. So get over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of sudden this week I am in marriage approving mood. Soon after I came back from Sandakan, I heard one of us is engaged. And I was wow.. tumpang gembira, clapping in my heart, and spamming facebook with my happy wishing well posts. In short I was sooo approving and supporting without even care with whom, and ditch all those typical doubt and questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, what's wrong? I dont know, what I do know is, this 180 degrees turn will makes one of my close allies rolls her eyes, with of course some words, chanting  into my eardrum and make me eat my own words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The keyword here is, sabar. As this mood can be temporary and with one week life span.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I am in marriage approving mood, I still think I am not suitable for this kind of relationship. For once, this week (thankyouverymuch long hour bus ride!) I think I can commit to a long term relationship, with the same person. Just it shall happen without marriage. Yes, I can stand long term relationship, even long distance one (even though this is a gauntlet task to do). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do enjoy meaningless lunch-date spree with different younger boys. At the same time I always have eyes for the sweetest apple in the barrel and make no effort to cover it up. Now I think I am willing leave all these fun behind and start a first step to a more serious (read: boring) lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boleh kah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blow your worry away, I am not that liberal to shack up like what rockstars always did with their playmate girlfriends. Hell no. Kau nak kena sembelih? haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suffice to say, my marriage approving mood can be define as I am supporting a long term relationship with a same person without marriage. Which is in contrast with my usual view, "why commit to one if you can enjoy responsible free lunch dates with younger boys".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: congratulation to virtual jentayu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6932295436135602497?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6932295436135602497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6932295436135602497' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6932295436135602497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6932295436135602497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/marriage-approving-mood.html' title='Marriage Approving Mood.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-786998168988167440</id><published>2011-04-16T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T15:18:13.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandakan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new chapter'/><title type='text'>Post Trip</title><content type='html'>Whoa what a week. First time to Sandakan, sangat rushing, I was like a step mother from hell. Yelling and all to my students to prevent any further delay because we were already behind schedule. Macam pusing satu Sandakan except the town area.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa bertolak landslides along Kundasang-Ranau Road. Bad road condition along Ranau-Telupid-Beluran. We reached our hostel at 10 pm. With some teriak and maki, finally my students dapat katil masing2. Rehat. Tuesday was hectic like entah apa2. Kesian lah my kids and pemandu bas memang penat. Batu Sapi road wasnt helping either. Kawasan kilang jalan raya berlubang macam swimming pool. Dey YBs please lah pilihan raya dah nak dekat ni, fix the damn road!. Wednesday went to Labuk Bay. Tak tahu begitu jauh. Bertolak balik around 2.00 pm. Singgah pit stop di Batu 32. Damn, last time I was there when I was 6 or 7. Yeah, some 20 years ago. Same old dusty Batu 32. Banyak lagi pit stops, finally reached KK around 12.30 am. I balik rumah 1 pagi. 6.30 am next morning pergi kerja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PENAT!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Managed to had dinner with Razman. Detail later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time I'll fly to Sandakan. Bus ride is simply painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balik dari Sandakan, sambung pula kerja2 domestik. And I was with my kids sampai jumaat. Jumaat reached my boiling point of kesabaran senipis kulit bawang. They were late for the next lawatan. Aku kena cari sampai hostel, lepas tu sekor2 tak reti nak tunggu kat bustop, ada yang di cafe, ada di kedai fotostet, ada baru turun bilik, yang masih dalam bilik pun ada. I was naik hantu, rasa macam nak carik2 sekor2. Kesian juga, sebab bukan semua yang buat hal, like half of class are good, the rest naik lemak. Tapi I pukul rata maki semua sekali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kesian. But hey.. I have schedule to follow, you nak buat hal memandai2 bagai memang nak kena maki. Memang aku marah sungguh2 kau nak kena carut, aku boleh carut sampai lusa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada juga try nak buat muka kurang ajar. You mess with me, you mess with the best. Kalau mak bapak kau sebelahkan kau, dengan mak bapak kau aku carut. Try lah, I'll give you the best of my worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-786998168988167440?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/786998168988167440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=786998168988167440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/786998168988167440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/786998168988167440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/post-trip.html' title='Post Trip'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-9191540100360788721</id><published>2011-04-11T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:39:32.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandakan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new chapter'/><title type='text'>Off to Ranau and Sandakan</title><content type='html'>I am going to Ranau and Sandakan from 11-13 April, field tripping. First time to Sandakan, and planning to meet my buddy there and may be introduce him to my students. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besok nak jalan sekarang baru gelabah transfer gambar lama berkurun dari kamera ke laptop. klassik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-9191540100360788721?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/9191540100360788721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=9191540100360788721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/9191540100360788721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/9191540100360788721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/off-to-ranau-and-sandakan.html' title='Off to Ranau and Sandakan'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-895104103417946694</id><published>2011-04-08T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:44:16.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just saying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Sibuk berkicau dialam maya</title><content type='html'>Mentang mentang ligat twit, sejuk blog tak bersentuh. Novel2 pun sejuk juga, entah bila lah nak sentuh balik. I feel heavy, berat badan naik kot? eh.. entah. Takut nak timbang. Tapi sekarang hard to breath, tak tau lah. Nak kata kenyang, makan seadanya tadi, actually I cut down food uptake. Lunch kuih, pagi mi kantin sebungkus, and drink tea and plain water, malam kadang2 makan nasi, tapi berazam nak mengelak nasi. Avoiding milked drink. Walaupun teh susu tu memang sukar ditewaskan dugaannya. Kebetulan minggu ni hari ni meeting and visiting like hari hari, lepas tu konfem ada minum2 sikit. Yeah.. sejak isnin kot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku dah pindah bilik ofis, pergh..merasa juga lah lenguh walaupun sekadar pindah different wing kan. Kunci bilik lama lepas balik dari outstation aku pulangkan. Minggu depan outstation isnin-rabu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malas nak tengok tv waktu pilihanraya ni. Bosan sangat sangat. Penat lah wei dah masuk 3 tahun dah cerita pilihanraya politik tak habis. Lepas pilihanraya, lompat parti, gaduh di DUN, pilihanraya kecil, kes liwat, kes video lucah, kes kuali kat gerai orang di Penang dirampas penguatkuasa. Bodoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa nak buat we have rapist, sexist, racist, porn star, boy lover, father, son and son in law as the lawmakers. Jadi sarkas. Siapa yang undi? kita juga. Ni bukan pasal BN, PKR, PAS DAP ntah apa haromjaddah, ni pasal kita keep on wasting energy on benda bukan2. Punggung siapa yang kena liwat ni? punggung pengundi, tak kisah lah kau undi PKR or Umno or BN whatever. Semua pun macam sama harom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey TV3, cukup lah korang belasah Anwar Berahim tu, jangan kacau isteri anak dia boleh tak? Memang lah isteri anak dia politicians juga, tapi agak agak lah wei. Azizah is stronger than Anwar. Tak kisah lah Anwar betul atau salah. Tapi korang tiada belas kasihan kah? Dah lah hasben dia ada kes itu ini, lagi kau asak dia tanya mana jam omega lah, apa lagi entah. Kalau nak kutuk suami dia tu aku tak kisah, biasalah politik. Tapi suami ni pun satu, prone lah nak drag bini dan anak untuk kepentingan diri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua pun tamak kan kuasa. Moga kita semua diberikan kekuatan dan dilindung ALLAH SWT untuk menghadapi semua mess ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speak about TV3, aku tengok bersamamu minggu ni. Kesian sungguh keluarga tu, masa penggambaran bersamamu, anak mereka meninggal dunia setelah menghidap kanser. Kesian dengan anak yang meninggal tu, dia baru 15 years old. Mak dia memang sabar, so did the father. Tak boleh nak bayang lah hati ibu macam mana bila anak meninggal. Semoga ALLAH SWT mencucuri rahmat kepada roh arwah dan semoga ALLAH SWT memberikan kesabaran kepada ibu bapa dan keluarga arwah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-895104103417946694?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/895104103417946694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=895104103417946694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/895104103417946694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/895104103417946694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/sibuk-berkicau-dialam-maya.html' title='Sibuk berkicau dialam maya'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-6787120459862619187</id><published>2011-04-06T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T00:40:57.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try to have a celibate mind</title><content type='html'>errr.. there are 2 things i hate to hear from a married man. First, his wife's weakness. Second, the confession of his previous sins. I simply hate the first, since it is a prick thing to do. Second, what good can you get from me for confessing? salvation? I cant offer you any dude. Pretentious fucks are trying their very best to be themselves, which is being prententious. I better let the nature takes her part, and i wont stop those suckers for beinG pretentious, nor will i stop them for being bunch of idiots.Things are pretty much messed up lately. may be i'll delete this post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6787120459862619187?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6787120459862619187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6787120459862619187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6787120459862619187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6787120459862619187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/try-to-have-celibate-mind.html' title='try to have a celibate mind'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-4346627974605029860</id><published>2011-04-02T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:56:18.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Biasa biasa sahaja. Ini tahap kebencian dan kesukaan aku sama level masa aku tengok Solomon Kane. Dah basi dah.. tapi I nak review juga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Line Kemawas, "Mengintai dibawah tudung saji" "Empangan yang sudah dibuka masakan dapat ditahan airnya". Masa aku tengok wayang ada 1-2 rows budak SM Sains Sabah (mereka pakai tshirt sekolah) tengok sekali. They were woofing masa dialog ni dituturkan and some hormonal giggles. Masa dah habis tengok bukan main lagi meratib2 lah anak2 baru akil baligh ini akan dialog si Kemawas. Walaupun line ini tak se cult "Tipah Tertipu" atau Nyonya Mansor's "Ala Kassim" tapi kira memorable lah juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Khir Rahman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Puteri Cina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Watak Geruda dan Jentayu. Olahan yang bijak menamakan Lanun sebagai Geruda dan Jentayu kapal Merong. Sebab kalau tiba2 cerita ni pasal Merong menentang burung mistik zaman hindu kuno lagi lebat kutuk dan kontroversi (?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Goa scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Shirtless Stephen Rahman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Ada Narrator. Bagi aku penting untuk wayang macam ni untuk ada watak Narrator. Bijaknya Narrator pula ialah Pra Ong Mahawangsa, keturunan Merong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Setiap kali Stephen Rahman bercakap. Geram aku. Ini bukan masalah penguasaan bahasa ini masalah gaya penyampaian yang minta dicekik. Cis.. perosak betul. Adakah patut tanya orang yang terang2 parang tercacak di dada "Sakit?". Ok, to be fair, ini bukan salah Stephen Rahman, mungkin juga salah Yusri what so ever. Bodoh betul part tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Rambut Palsu. waddefak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Putera Rom yang bertukar menjadi karate kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Masa watak Kesum the Gandalf ketuk ketuk buat keris tu. Ok, dia kata keris itu keris meteor. Tapi kenapa dia menempa keris meteor yang sepatutnya dibuat untuk raja (mengikut ramalan tapa) dengan sambil lewa. Pas tu si Gandalf ni dia kejap ketuk di besi merah, kejap ketuk tersasar atas kayu. Keris untuk raja dibuat dari material dari langit kau main ketuk ikut suka sambil sembang. Ritual lah sikit, ini keris zaman Dewaraja ni, zaman mistik, zaman siluman dan dewata, simbol segala simbol. Teliti lah sikit. Lepas tu hasilnya ialah keris moden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Craig Fong. Why on earth dia ni berlakon semula. Aku memang tertunggu2 watak ni dimatikan segera. Cis bedebah sungguh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Craig Fong and Stephen Rahman dalam 1 scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Fighting scene yang nampak seperti ada orang tertekan butang fast forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahasa aku tak ada masalah sangat.  Bukan senang kau nak tulis bahasa latin kan, sangat rare untuk kau jumpa orang yang boleh bicara bahasa latin. Alangkan Hollywood pun pakai English untuk filem yang patut guna bahasa bukan inggeris (e.g. Gladiator, Schenider's list, Munich, Troy, Alexander, 300, Valkyrie). Cuma aku confuse sikit, bila si Puteri Cina tiba2 bercakap sepotong ayat latin walaupun general ideanya English dalam cerita ini ialah latin. Cuma aku tak suka Inang dan Puteri bercakap English sesama mereka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau nak filem dengan bahasa yang sesuai aku rasa setakat ni hanya filem Mel Gibson sahaja sesuai dengan selera aku (Braveheart, The Passion of Christ, Apocalypto). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak lah expect filem ni dibuat macam Braveheart kan.. kira ok lah juga. Kalau bagi gred, dapat B-. Kalau compare dengan Puteri Gunung Ledang, aku still pilih Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa atas sebab moral dan juga originality cerita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Moral sebab kerja aku memang dengan lumut. Directly related to the plant. So I forbid myself from liking Puteri Gunung Ledang. Produksinya tiada kesedaran memusnah lumut. Cis sungguh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-4346627974605029860?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4346627974605029860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=4346627974605029860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4346627974605029860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/4346627974605029860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/04/hikayat-merong-mahawangsa.html' title='Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-2061913281901363261</id><published>2011-03-27T00:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:55:21.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new chapter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>week review</title><content type='html'>1. Dapat surat pelawaan apply cuti belajar. Oh no!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Berjaya mengelak seorang salesperson majalah. Save rm200 (save eh?). Seriously I cant afford. Nasib kau lah datang bulan ni, this month my bajet lari berbatu batu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Urusan convert skill 41 ke 45 agak tedious. Tapi semua hampir selesai, tinggal rearrange saja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Kembali membaca buku, I feel great. &lt;a href="http://themalaysianreader.com/2011/03/23/misunderstood-books-1-machiavellis-the-prince/"&gt;Review ini&lt;/a&gt; buat aku pause. Pernah baca buku ni masa uni. pinjam buku library. Sekarang rasa macam mau baca balik, lagipun ada sebuah copy di 1borneo. Cuma bila pegang2 letak balik. Mungkin nanti pegang, beli, baca sampai habis. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Bidang akademik yang sangat buat aku bingung kadang kadang. Sebab tidak tahu mana satu mau buat dulu. Macam banyak kerja ni. Kerja aku tidak risau sangat, belajar ya. Sangat risau!. Ulangkaji bab-bab masa mula mula aku belajar biologi. Teringat saat mula jatuh cinta. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Finance tidak berapa stabil. I try my very best to save as much as I can. Yes, saving. Forgot when the last time I am this berjimat cermat. Especially bila ada ura2 kena suruh belajar balik ni. Harap2 boleh beli 1 atau 2 komik bulan ni (eh cakap berjimat?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Agak putus harapan nak angkat gadjet terkini . It is nice to have not something I must have (pujuk diri sendiri, yang nasib baik sedar diri bahawa tidak mampu).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Kejayaan anda diukur dengan kereta yang anda miliki? adakah dunia ini memerlukan lebih ramai orang memakai kereta BMW. I have nothing against BMW btw. Adakah dunia memerlukan lebih banyak BMW di jalan raya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Aku telah berpindah ke twitter. Ayuh berkicauan di alam maya, tinggalkan kehidupan sebenar anda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Please dont call those who want to get married as gatal. Walaupun kahwin ni so not my cup of tea. But I dont ridicule their decision to settle down. Neither do I brand them as gatal. Damn you people what about unconditional love? Iya, cinta tanpa syarat adalah sangat rare pada masa kini.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2061913281901363261?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2061913281901363261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=2061913281901363261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2061913281901363261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2061913281901363261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/03/week-review.html' title='week review'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-965166113110432469</id><published>2011-03-26T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:23:35.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Animal Farm by George Orwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sudah habis. Jarang aku baca buku secepat ini. It is good indeed!. Buku ini ialah satira kepada Revolusi Russia dan fahaman komunisme. Akan tetapi, amat sesuai dengan masa sekarang, bila mana negara rantau Arab sedang mengalami Revolusi Jasmine. Dan Malaysia pula akan berpilihanraya umum, dan sekarang Sarawak sedang dalam mood pilihanraya negeri. Para diktator, Ben Ali, Gadaffi, Mubarak, ramai lagi. Mereka ini sebenarnya menjadi orang yang mereka tentang 30 tahun yang lalu. Same goes to Fidel, Hitler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berbalik kepada cerita Animal Farm. Pemberontakkan telah berlaku di Ladang Manor selepas kematian seekor babi tua bernama Old Major. Sebelum mati, Old Major menggalakkan para haiwan di ladang menentang tuan mereka, En. Jones. Major malahan mengajarkan lagu Beasts of England, yang kemudian menjadi battle cry kepada pemberontakkan. Pemberontakkan berjaya dilakukan oleh kumpulan binatang yang diketuai oleh kumpulan babi. Mereka mengikuti arahan 2 ekor babi utama iaitu Snowball dan Napoleon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Binatang menguruskan ladang sendiri berdasarkan 7 Perintah. Babi menyerlah kerana mereka lebih bijak dan boleh membaca. Binatang lain mengharap kebijaksaanaan babi untuk menguruskan ladang kerana bagi mereka selagi they dont feed human they are in a good hand, walaupun terang terangan babi menggunakan mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebuah kapal tidak boleh berlayar lancar jika dikepalai oleh 2 nakhoda. Dengan taktik licik dan kotor, Napoleon berjaya menhapuskan Snowball, maka taring sang diktator mulai menyerlah tanpa rasa bersalah. Napoleon yang dulu bersama para binatang lain menjadi bidak di medan tempur semasa revolusi, kini berubah menjadi ketua yang menghisap darah, tidak ubah seperti En. Jones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babak paling menyedihkan aku bila Boxer, seekor kuda gagah perkasa, rajin bekerja, dan setia. Ditipu dan dihantar ke rumah sembelihan. Ini mengingatkan aku kepada kisah Che Guevarra dan Fidel Castro (walaupun mungkin tiada kaitan). Napoleon kemudian berpura pura menangisi kematian Boxer, dengan membuat majlis peringatan untuk Boxer. Boxer, hanya boleh mengenal huruf sampai D. Dia bercadang mengabdikan sisa hidupnya selepas bersara untuk mengenal huruf yang lain. Moto Boxer ialah, "Aku akan bekerja lebih kuat" dan "Napoleon sentiasa betul". Ini lah contoh kesetiaan membuta tuli. Walaupun Boxer sedar bahawa ada yang tidak kena dengan sikap Napoleon, tapi it is beyond his intelligence to really understand what is really wrong in the farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buku ini ialah pengajaran kepada mereka yang dahaga kepada perubahan. Tapi sejarah sentiasa melihatkan kepada kita, in the end, it is all about power. Berubah jika ianya sesuatu yang lebih baik. Menukar En. Jones dengan Napoleon adalah sangat tidak berbaloi. Replacing Jones with Napoleon, is like replacing shit with turd. Dont expect the sweet smell of roses will arise from shit. Or turd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-965166113110432469?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/965166113110432469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=965166113110432469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/965166113110432469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/965166113110432469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/03/animal-farm-by-george-orwell.html' title='Animal Farm by George Orwell'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-2478475640967525527</id><published>2011-03-21T13:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T15:49:41.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new chapter'/><title type='text'>lunch hour</title><content type='html'>Tiada mood sangat ni. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Offer letter masih dalam limbo. I dont know where exactly they throw my offer letter. Kepada mereka memang lah surat tu just another document, but for me it is a damn important one. I've been waiting about 3 months or so, dragging from February to March. Geram ok. Hopefully the long awaited letter will reach my desk before 5 today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And knowing I have to wait. AGAIN. And keep on waiting may be until tomorrow, seriously buat aku bungkam sepanjang hari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Missed the beautiful super moon, since I was super tired the whole week last week. Sometimes when I feel extra fatigue I cant sleep well. Minggu lepas cuma tidur about 4 hours per day, by friday I penat tidak bermaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I dont know what they put in the sandwich or kebab. But it is damn good, just too much onion. But it's ok, I can eat onion. Ahh.. addicted. Hidup biar sedap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. This week is a pay week. Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Bought 3 comics last week. Impromptu. 2 collections/scrap books of Baby Blues, my most favourite comic strip. Mula baca Baby Blues masa zaman uni, but since I moved back to KK, sudah tidak baca yang printed version. Sekadar baca online, which tidak feeling macam baca yang dalam surat khabar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the MacPhersons. Rasanya this is closest parenthood experience I can feel (for now?). Since I doubt if I can be a parent myself. By looking how tired and super busy Wanda is, I am happy where I am now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one is an Introduction X Men, pop up version. My niece was so excited to see and play with the book, but I didnt allow her to touch it, I flipped it for her (kedekut kan?). I guess, I was as excited as she was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite of course Scott Summers, walaupun hero X Men ialah Encik Logan, akan tetapi dia pendek (ceh tak adilnya judgement aku). Pendek pendek Encik Logan pun lebih kuat dari Scott Summers. Tadi ada peeping Marvel website, macam ada beberapa wayang komik akan menerjah pawagam pada musim panas akan datang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I spent my weekend with comics, selain dari buat house keeping vaccuming, cleaning, laundry etc etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder, what kind of comic character I want to be? When Heroes the TV series was the pisang goreng panas- first season (ini berlaku around my graduation, I had submitted my final year project, tu yang terlebih masa melayan Heroes), watak paling aku suka ialah the one yang boleh melihat masa depan and translate the vision in form of paint, If I am not mistaken the character's name was Issac, he was a painter cum narcotic user, lives in NY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The irony part, I didnt really fond his ability to see future, but his ability to paint, with eyes close or err.. entah? tapi ada putih2. My brother said, one needs not to be a Hero or Mutant or X Man to paint. All you need is real talent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I am having Bad Feeling!. Shooo bad feeling shooo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2478475640967525527?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2478475640967525527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=2478475640967525527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2478475640967525527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2478475640967525527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/03/lunch-hour.html' title='lunch hour'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-6026431161728814766</id><published>2011-03-15T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:37:20.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kudat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new chapter'/><title type='text'>what a long week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ZXMUIDzfRI/TX-G-DtRotI/AAAAAAAABcY/rfB-e_6aXDQ/s320/194040_10150105967421309_743386308_6547441_5773336_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584330463667921618" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mw5wP574b-g/TX-G-lsI2BI/AAAAAAAABcg/XZQx0G3dVXs/s1600/172599_10150105966346309_743386308_6547417_5939730_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mw5wP574b-g/TX-G-lsI2BI/AAAAAAAABcg/XZQx0G3dVXs/s320/172599_10150105966346309_743386308_6547417_5939730_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584330472789956626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from my bed. Nah.. who needs tv kan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Baru habis berseminar. Esok masuk kerja macam biasa selepas 1 minggu tidak masuk office. Ada meeting esok. So tiada apa yang menarik sangat, except I watched sunrise di Kudat last week, which was awesome. Limpahan qirmizi di ufuk timur gitu... hehe... and of course I went to Simpang Mengayau. Pictures above cant do justice to describe how beautiful the view was. Go to Kudat and enjoy the sun rise by yourself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa cuma login facebook dan twitter sepanjang berpergian, dan baca blog. Sebab tidak selesa mau update blog guna henpon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banyak sangat cerita ni tapi tidak tahu mana mau update dulu. Back to my buku buku lah lepas ni miss them so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya.. I would like to thank those researchers who I have worked with for mentioning my name as their collaborator in their works. Even though I am not an expert and not included in the paper directly, I really appreciate the credits given by them. Thank you so much for sharing your expertise and knowledge, hopefully we can do it again in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-6026431161728814766?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6026431161728814766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=6026431161728814766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6026431161728814766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/6026431161728814766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-long-week.html' title='what a long week.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ZXMUIDzfRI/TX-G-DtRotI/AAAAAAAABcY/rfB-e_6aXDQ/s72-c/194040_10150105967421309_743386308_6547441_5773336_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977012661676597011.post-2032866987010972683</id><published>2011-03-05T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:18:52.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new chapter'/><title type='text'>Killer Q.</title><content type='html'>Anak murid suka tanya soalan kan. Being a teacher, I always try my best to answer their questions. Their questions are varies, from academics to personal, to certain extend, I think they are so innocents and dont know what Google is or for. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kadang-kadang pening juga, but when I was younger I asked questions too. Cuma masa aku sekolah dulu mana lah aku tahu google, internet apa jaddah semua ini. Biasanya kita tanya guru kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like talk to my student, well sort of to know them a little bit more here and there. Aku lebih suka sembang dengan student macam ni, instead of using text message or email or worse facebook chat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biasanya I give straight answer,  so my answer wont lead them to next (and more complex) question. They are hormone loaded 18 years old, most of their questions will lead to something that relates to my personal, of which I prefer not to share with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contoh soalan anak murid (AM);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AM: Miss kenapa miss tidak ambil medik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Sebab saya tidak pandai &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dah terang terang aku jadi cikgu, lagi mau kenapa aku tidak belajar medik. Hahahahaha. Tidak apa, budak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AM: Miss, kenapa miss ambil bio(logi)/botani?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I followed the boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well partially true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AM: Miss, bila miss mau kawin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *Why dont you just kill me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ok tipu. biasanya aku jawab, saya tidak tahu, or I just laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 18, I didnt fancy marriage or the idea of being married so much. But seems like my students like the idea (especially girls? biasalah). Some people do start early I guess. One of my students, a girl, even asked me about kahwin masa belajar. I was stunned. Yeah, I really was. I was afraid my answer will affect her decision in the future. For those who know me (well), would know my overall err... view on marriage or being married. I am not in the right position to answer such question (Kids, like you, I am just a kid!). And I wont corrupt my kids with my personal view on marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just returned the question to her. Because she is the one yang nak kahwin (well.. whenever she wants lah, masa belajar, lepas belajar, sebelum konvo, whatever). I said, kahwin whenever you feel or think you want to. And be responsible with your decision. Selebihnya, tiada halangan di pihak saya. Means, whatever your decision is, whenever you want to get married, with whom... I dont think I have right to oppose. Cuma aku tekankan bahagian be responsible tu saja lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See.. I prefer these kids ask me about gene mutation or plant physiology (For record, I hate plant physiology even though I read botany, and I am horrible in molecular biology). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old or young, they like the kahwin topic. Aisey....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2032866987010972683?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2032866987010972683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=2032866987010972683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2032866987010972683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2032866987010972683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/03/killer-q.html' title='Killer Q.'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-2643609668782856037</id><published>2011-03-04T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:40:05.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new chapter'/><title type='text'>down with high fever</title><content type='html'>Saya demam sejak malam khamis. Oleh itu MC 2 hari, dan terlepas kursus teknik analisis yang saya sangat sangat mahu attend sejak berminggu lalu (kita hanya merancang, Allah SWT yang menentukan). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kawan saya kehilangan ibunya semalam, ya sangat mengejutkan. Takziah kepada beliau dan keluarga, mudah mudahan arwah ditempatkan bersama orang-orang yang beriman. Al- Fatihah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2643609668782856037?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2643609668782856037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=2643609668782856037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2643609668782856037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2643609668782856037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/03/down-with-high-fever.html' title='down with high fever'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-2169544909815512885</id><published>2011-03-01T10:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:27:44.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>March</title><content type='html'>I was searching for potential new wallet, since mine is quite old and beat up and I found blogs about minimalism instead. Whatever it means, but I think it is quite interesting. Since our obsession towards product is getting worse by minute why not trying to be a minimalist. At least, try.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the idea so far, but the line between being a minimalist and a cheap is rather vague to me. But I certainly hate overspending. My value is simple, you shall not spend more than you can earn. So hutang is something you must avoid. Occasional credit card swipe (my father's) is permitted for buying air tickets or travel, but must pay as soon as possible. Sometimes I use my debit card (only twice actually. For shoes!). And cash is my bestfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accessory is unnecessary. But I do own the following;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 phones (the old one, I rarely use, just put it in my bag or leave it at home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wallet (bought circa 2003, by using someone's money, I do keep cards I seldom use and pics in one extra wallet in my wardrobe. The wallet in is not even mine).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A purse (brand new, since I need it to keep my wallet, phone, and keys in one place, I hate bulging pocket).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 sling bags (1 for jalan2, 1 for field work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 backpacks (1 for work, 1 for field work, 1 I got for free because I purchased a watch, 1 the big one for field work and travel).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 watches (one is for work, another is for weekend).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 pairs of shoes (1 for work-buruk already, 1 sneaker, 1 for sport-which I seldom use, 1 rubber shoes for field work).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pair of selipar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 netbook (my laptop is kaput already)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 mp3 player (yang murah and I only use it when I am travelling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cameras (1 digital murah2 so I can snap whatever I want masa jalan2, 1 analogue for fun. Use my camera phone for merepek daily use)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broadband modem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gold ring (I am not married, tapi dalam banyak2 perhiasan I like ring the most. This one is a gift)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Variety of brooches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 pairs of glasses (1 buruk already, but I still keep it as a spare. 1 is for daily use, comes with detachable sunnies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books  (not many, but I think among all, these are luxury that I have).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See... nothing interesting about stuffs I own. I dont have cool gadget (I do love gadget but choose not to spend my gaji yang tak seberapa on gadgets). I dont have car, still using my father's old proton. I live with my siblings in a house that is provided by our parents (my parents, my brother and his wife, and my aunt live in our primary home di kampung, and we come home for weekend). I have my own room in both houses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plan to apply for 1 hassle free credit card, buy my own car (a proton is a good enough, since I only use it to drive around KK and balik kampung, may be occasional road trip), and save as much as I can, since my current contract will be expired on August 2012. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so ok so far. Am I a minimalist? no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2169544909815512885?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2169544909815512885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=2169544909815512885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2169544909815512885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2169544909815512885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/03/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</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-1977012661676597011.post-2751926533418444600</id><published>2011-02-27T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:34:47.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mengarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>weekend at Putatan (awas entry panjang)</title><content type='html'>movie&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhirnya aku tengok semula. Cerita ini kalau dibandingkan dengan cerita berkonsepkan kiamat dan apokaliptik yang lain aku tidak berapa suka. Aku suka lagi cerita The Day the Earth Stood Still secara over all. Tapi bagi aku cerita ni lebih baik dari 2012.. (atau equally bad?). Cuma yang lain sikit ialah ending nya kiamat is unstoppable event. Tak kisah lah kau paderi ke, saintis ke, ibu mithali or presiden. Part eventually kiamat tiba tu aku suka, so tak payah nak merepek buat kapal laut besar negara di China, atau meratap menangis dengan seekor syaitan berwajah Keanu Reeves. Kiamat itu pasti. Semua akan musnah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuma ending tu anak si Nicholas Cage selamat (ironi juga dengan konsep "semua akan musnah"), sebab Caleb is the chosen one, begitu juga Abby. So they can start again. Kira ni cerita macam Adam dan Hawa lah, versi junior. Sebab ending tu Caleb dan Abby di sebuah taman of golden grass (garden of Eden?) dan berlari ke arah pokok besar, sila rujuk kisah Viking dan Bible. Well kisah asal usul bangsa Viking pun ada berciri cerita Bible. Aku minta rujuk Bible sebab wayang ini di buat oleh orang Hollywood, so kamurang (if any) dapat faham from Hollywood's POV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hollywood (dan orang putih) macam biasa have right to say, Adam and Eve were white, mereka ni, Nabi Isa a.k.a pun mereka anggap White. Fair kah begitu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Nine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini cerita macam muzikal, I dont really like it. Waayyyyy toooo Broadway for me. Lagu2 agak ok. Ini cerita pasal Italian filmmaker, tapi I must say, perisanya sangat Amerika (dah namanya based on Broadway). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku suka Daniel Day Lewis. I love him. It is hard to watch him macam ni, sebab dalam mind set aku Daniel Day Lewis ni Irish bukan Italian (well dia ada campur2 bukan pure sangat), and watak ni lain dari watak2 dia sebelum ni, which I like lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, ada Sophia Loren, Penelope Cruz (yay!), Nicole Kidman, Fergie, Kate Hudson, dan Bini Leonardo Di Caprio dalam Inception, Marion Cotillard (she is beautiful! and she is a French!). Semua ada... yang blonde, yang Milf, yang brunette, yang pucat, yang tanned, yang Spanish, yang Amerikan, yang French, yang OZ, yang Italian, rambut lurus, rambut ikal, pandai nyanyi, pandai berlakon, pandai dancing, nah.. it is feast for guy lah... kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? I have Daniel, the only reason aku tengok Nine sampai habis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. *drumroll* Few Good Men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome! Ok, basically kalau dari segi cerita, Man of Honour lagi all rounded (aku bandingkan yang ni sebab cerita pasal askar2). Apa yang aku suka dalam filem ini ialah deliverance by actors. Star studded actually, ada Tom Cruise, Demi Moore, Kevin Bacon, and Jack "you can't handle the truth" Nicholson. Actors bagus, skrip bagus, cerita bagus. Cerita agak straight forward, pasal kes pembunuhan, and to certain extend, Marine brotherhood, tanpa perlu subplots meleret2 atau perencah bercium, crush, bercinta di sana sini. (aku rasa tiada kissing scene pun cerita ni). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even berdebar, macam lah ini betul2 hell of fight in a court room and I am in the court room. Ok, agak ekzejereet di situ. Bila Lt. Keffee pause and berbelah bagi nak soal atau tidak Kol. Jassep pasal code red, aku pun ternanti2 (walaupun memang dia akan soal). The way the moment paused tu aku suka. Memang tertanya2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack Nicholson walaupun airtime (dia muncul sesekali saja) tapi monumental. Bagi aku, watak Kolenel ini tidak akan semonumental mana jika bukan kerana Jack Nicholson. Line "you can't handle the truth" came at the right time, right portion, and it pierces straight to the heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku suka cerita ni, to be fair, aku suka JAG tv series. Maka, mungkin ada bias di situ. And I like man in uniform (hahahahahahahahaha, Confession gitu!). Aku suka Marine kena dengan Navy, dalam cerita ini. Sebab between Marine dan Navy, I like the latter more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The Color Purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like I must write this in separate entry. Cerita ini well written, aku suka. Kamu yang berminat boleh lah baca. Buku ini agak feminis, well mungkin juga seksis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I warn, mungkin ada beberapa bahagian dalam cerita ini memaparkan homosexual romance, yang mungkin agak explicit. Tapi cerita ni bukan lah berfokus kepada hubungan itu, tapi kepada women struggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku suka cerita ni. Enuff said. Detail later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada tambahan 3 buku, 1. From Majapahit to Putrajaya, 2. In Cold Blood, 3. Animal Farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makin rabak poket mak uolls. Aku terkejut Animal Farm tu agak mahal (untuk aku lah). Tapi oleh sebab mau baca juga, and ini satu2 nya copy yang tinggal di KK, aku beli juga. I booked on friday di Times 1b, sabtu aku fetch the book di Times Suria Sabah. Jujurnya, aku terdetik mau cuba buku ini selepas baca &lt;a href="http://themalaysianreader.com/2010/05/12/totally-judging-books-by-their-covers/"&gt;ini&lt;/a&gt;. Terasa seperti di tarik2 untuk baca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister asked, kenapa ada gambar babi di covernya. I said, cerita pasal babi, mestilah ada gambar babi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time, dia tanya kenapa aku baca cerita pasal gay (refer to The Color Purple). I said, I dont discriminate gay literature, and The Color Purple is not about gay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She thinks I fond America so much. Atau perasan jadi orang Emereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not orang Emerka, never will. I just want to read books and watch movies. Regardless the nationality. Cuma sekarang aku banyak tengok produk Emerka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lain-lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pergi Muzium Negeri hari sabtu. First time in 15 years? I cant remember when last time I went there. Saja pergi, sebab memang plan mau jalan2, and I try to avoid the malls. Sad!. Yeah, if I have to choose a word to describe the Museum, Sad is the word. Satu2 nya benda yang berbeza banding 15 tahun lalu ialah rangka Paus yang di paparkan di depan pintu masuk utama. That's it. Yang lain2 pretty much the same. Mereka label Paus berkenaan sebagai "ikan". Feel like ripping off the label. Paus bukan ikan, whale is not a fish, it is a mammal!. You have observed the bone of the animal, you have watched the anatomy closely, and still label it as a fish?. Nasib baik dia tulis "ikan" dan bukan "fish", sekurang2nya orang putih yang baca tidak tahu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half of the museum is closed for renovation (well.. hopefully for better). Jadi tidak dapat melawat bahagian Sabah history and all. Ada section Etnografi, well I like it, I suppose. eh? entah lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Kampung Warisan. Poorly maintained! Looks like the place is like kampung in Thai horror movie, and it is a perfect ground for mosquito breeding. Everything, like EVERYTHING, is left to collect dust and rot in slow painful death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Ethnobotany section is killing me. OMG!. Pathetic. I couldnt believe it is an actual section that provided to document The Ethnobotany of the state. Luckily, The Natural History section is closed (renovation), so the pain is minimized, if not, it would have ruined my Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt go to galeri seni and muzium tamadun Islam. First KK has two suns, yesterday was soo hot like dalam ketuhar roti nan. Second, I lebih berminat pergi gift shop, sebab Sabahan books banyak dijual disana (ada writers untuk buku Natural History yang saya kenal). But tiada siapa yang beli buku2 disana. I browse few books, especially history books. Thinking about buying Agnes Keith's trilogy, dan buku2 sejarah perang dunia ke 2 di Sabah. Nanti lah, tunggu next next pay day. Sadly, i feel like the salesperson didnt welcome me, ialah aku bukan pelancong kulit putih bawa kamera dslr di leher. Sebab siapa yang pergi muzium?, op koz lah orang putih yang kena rip off dengan travel agent, tentatif melawat muzium memang dimasukkan dalam pakej. Mujur mereka nak datang kan.. if not, the Museum can be used as lokasi penggambaran filem hantu Ahmad Idham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not many locals there, ada pun pelancong tempatan dari semenanjung, the rest pemandu pelancong, pemandu bas dan teksi, pekerja muzium, pelukis jual potrait, penjual air, and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part kereta-kereta antik tu saya suka. Ok lah, keep it up!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last month I went to Muzium Negara, sebab ada pameran setem dan batik/fabrik dari Pahang. Tapi tidak masuk ke exhibition hall yang lain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Museum? Agnes Keith's House kot? We'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1977012661676597011-2751926533418444600?l=scanteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2751926533418444600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1977012661676597011&amp;postID=2751926533418444600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2751926533418444600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1977012661676597011/posts/default/2751926533418444600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scanteen.blogspot.com/2011/02/weekend-at-putatan.html' title='weekend at Putatan (awas entry panjang)'/><author><name>Jlascanteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12365919828109684739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
