<?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-11570528</id><updated>2011-06-05T12:54:13.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xXiWepTTilLTearSCrepTBacKTOPrayerSXx</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog is only a pinch of my life. Every single entries are posted historically detailed. This is my story book, my faerytale, my nightmare, my heaven and my hell, all jotted down in this small website of mine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-117484797441953226</id><published>2007-03-26T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T03:39:34.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* Patheticism *//* 04:01</title><content type='html'>so ... you wanna start this little bitch about me being a backstabber? an elitist? and egoists.. waktu kiamat .. the way u'll die.. shall be chewing on the shards of mirrors.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elitist? Well.. WHO was the one who asked to send a message to a pretty girl, who's high class bitch lifestyle won't tolerate hefty messages like that. WHO was the one who was pushed into shame in a middle of a hundred crowds.. impersonating someone from WWE? WHO was the one who was being pushed into embarassment by a group of four ELITE teenage bodybuilders? WHO was the one who was being looked down upon by your own girl, by your own crush? AND NOW YOU ARE LABELLING ME AN ELITIST? OF WHAT? WHO ARE THOSE WHO HAD MADE YOU A LAUGHING STOCK? The pretty girl from friendster? The bodybuilders in the competition? I'm none of those who have the looks to be vain about, the body for girls to drool about, and you're labelling me an elitist? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An egoists? EVER SINCE I HANG OUT WITH YOU.. ALL YOU DO IS TALK BEHIND ANY PASSER-BYS YOU HATE OR DISLIKE. If you see an arragont mat rep, making "step" faces in front of you, walking sapalak, you'll talk behind his back. You'd bitched, "mcm paham jer, skali ku pump muke dia". And for every single person you damn you'll talk behind his back in front of me. YES I DO LISTEN AND YES MAYBE I SUPPORT YOUR VIEWS. TAPI POKOKNYA, ISN'T THAT BEING EGO TOO? you're thinking you're a much stronger and a more witful figurehead than anyone else. AND ISN'T THAT BEING AN ELITIST TOO? AND I HEARD YOU MENTIONED BEFORE "mat rep mat rep tk main uh siaa.. ni sume merepek, carik nahas"&lt;br /&gt;AH YER CARIK NAHAS. WHO GOT HIMSELF IN A LIFE &amp; DEATH SITUATION? ALMOST STABBED AT THE STOMACH? AND WHO IS THAT PERSON WHO CHASES AND BEATS THEM UP LIKE A PULP? AND WHO IS THAT PERSON WHO WANTED TO AVENGE HIS LOST DIGNITY AND PRIDE? WHO IS THAT PERSON WHO WANTS TO BE RENOWNED AND DOES NOT WANT TO BE LOOKED DOWN AS BEING A JERK IN THE SECRET SOCIETY? WHO IS THAT PERSON WHO REGULATES THE RIGHTS TO BEAT UP PEOPLE THAT YOU DON'T LIKE AND STOP ACTING LIKE A COWARD? SERIOUSLY SPEAKING I DON'T CARE ABOUT ALL YOUR VIEWS, ITS TIRING ALL OF US TO LISTEN TO IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; "AZ, kau ni bingit2 buat apa, kau sebat jer budak tuh, kau mcm coward". AND EVEN IF I DID BEAT HIM UP, WHERE WOULD I END MYSELF IN? I'LL ATTAIN RESPECT FROM YOU? YOU? AND ATTAIN HONOUR? FOR WHAT? AND I WILL CONTINUE TO BEAT OTHERS TILL I JOIN WITH YOU? YOU WON'T MAKE A RABBLE OUT OF ZHUGE LIANG! AND FOR THAT WORDS YOU BOMBARDED AT ME CALLING ME A COWARD,AREN'T YOU BEING AN ELITIST? LET ALONE AN EGOISTS? AND IF I'M A COWARD, WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME STORIES THAT YOU'RE BEING CALLED A COWARD? WHY WOULD OTHERS THINK THAT WAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BACKSTABBING YOU? ME TO BACKSTAB YOU? YOU'RE DRIVING PARANOIA STRAIGHT INTO YOUR VEINS. YOU THOUGHT THAT I WOULD BE EVIL TO BADMOUTH YOUR NAME IN YOUR SECRET SOCIETY? YOU THINK I WOULD MAKE YOU A LAUGHING STOCK IN FRONT OF YOUR OTHER "BROTHERS" SO THAT THEY'LL TURN THEIR BACKS AGAINST YOU? **AND I WOULD BE GUESSING THAT YOU'RE GONNA THINK "WHY WOULD HE TYPE THAT WAY? HMM HE MUST HAVE SOME PLOT.. HMM.. HE MUST BE HANTU.. I MUST ELIMINATE HIM**..ASTGHFIRULLAHALAZIM, MENGUCAP LA KAU, STOP ALL THIS HESITATIONS AND DOUBTS ABOUT YOUR PEERS. BUT NO!! U HAVE THIS ALL ALONG.. THIS FEELING OF UNCERTAINTIES TOWARDS EVERYONE.. INCLUDING ME?? THE PERSON WHO ALWAYS HANGS OUT WITH YOU? THAT'S THE FATAL REASON WHY I WOULD BE IGNORING YOU! BECAUSE YOU ARE PARANOID ABOUT EVERYONE AROUND YOU!! OVERLY'CAUTIOUS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO ADD ON THAT? YOU SAID THAT I AM A BACKSTABBER? YOU ARE SO NARROW-MINDED, SELF-PROCLAIMED, STUPEFIED WITH DOGMATICISMS AND OVERLY SELF-CONSCIOUS. WHAT ARE THESE&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((BTW,if youre reading this im not contradicting myself,cause i'll say it to your face,this is just to inform the world of the existence of hyprocrites.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEY HEY HEY.. YOU WANNA BITCH ON THAT HUH, WELL LET ME REPEAT THE ISSUES ABOUT YOU ALL OVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WAS THE ONE WHO CRITICISED OTHERS?? WHO WAS THE ONE WHO KEPT THINKING HE CAN ELIMINATE ANYONE HE SEES? LIKE THAT MAT REP GUY WHO CHASED YOU DOWN WHILE YOU WERE IN A BUS WITH YOUR "CRUSH" AND CLAIMS THAT YOU WILL PUMP HIS FACE WHILE YOU GET DOWN FROM THE BUS? AND WHO'S MOUTH LET LOOSE A SECRET THAT YOUR MEMBERS WERE BEHIND BARS AT THE RIVERSIDE BRIDGE? AND A LITTLE CHAT WITH FARZANAH, YOU CLAIMED THAT I'M A BACKSTABBER WHO TALKS BEHIND YOUR BACK??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S SEE THIS LITTLE CONVO OF YOURS AITES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((ego ar dia)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((dia sorg je baik&lt;br /&gt;dia kan alim and stuff...kutuk2 bdk emo,rambut sendiri cam bdk emo))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((smua dia pikir jahat))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((aku malas nak bual sal dia,dia smua org pada dia jahat,dia je perfect,dia ngn kwn dia si bantut pe elf 2))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((kau jgn klua ngn dorg farz&lt;br /&gt;nanti dorg mengumpat sal kau))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((sajak la dorg dua...dua2 pikir diri perfect))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((dia mumbleng king))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((macam ular king cobra))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((mepek la...ego,elitist mindset always think he is the best))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((dia kata aku ajar dia isap rokok...tapi dia ada otak nak pikir kan...))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((aku skrg takot2 gak ar..dia da jadi cam pompuan2 gile yang aku knal,da salah nanti blame org...))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T THAT BACKSTABBING TOO? AND WHAT IS THIS.. YOU WROTE IN THIS BLOG OF YOURS&gt;&gt;&gt; "They type away behind those screens,when they go out,gossiping thru smses when you are just in front of them..they don't have what it takes to tell it straight choosing to hide behind screens"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you doing the same thing too? in this earth, EVERYONE IS A BACKSTABBER, A HYPOCRITE, A LIAR, A CHEATER, ANYTHING, INI ADALAH ZAMAN IAITU TIADA SATU INSAN YANG SUCI DARI DOSA, SEMUA TELAH BERBUAT DEMIKIAN TERHADAP YANG LAIN. AND TO EXCUSE YOUR ARGUMENT BY SAYING "PE AKU KATA TERHADAP KAU BETOL PER, KAU MEMANG BUBLENG, EGO, ELITIST"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CLAIMED THAT AKU BUBLENG? PASAL APA? AKU TAK KLUAR NGAN KAU? KASI ALASAN BANYAK2? SUROH KAU BUAT BENDA TAPI KU TAK TERCAPAI? PERNAH TERLINTAS TAK AKU TANYA KAU PERMINTAAN? PERNAH TAK? KALAU ADA.. STATE THEM.. I DONT THINK THAT THEY COULD BE COUNTABLE WITH 5 FINGERS. AND KAU SUROH AKU IKOT KAU KEN MANA KAU NAK AKU IKOT, KAU SUROH AKU MESSAGE PEMPUAN NI PEMPUAN TU AKU BUAT, WALAU LAMBAT, WALAU SEMUA KU BUAT LAMBAT, AKU MASIH BUAT, KAU INGAT AKU NI BABU KAU SENANG2 DIPERGUNAKAN AS A RESOURCE? AND I REALIZED THAT YOU ARE NOT HANGING OUT WITH ME BECAUSE AKU "GEREK" TETAPI ADA LAIN MAKNA DISEBALIKNYA AND I WILL NEVER STATE IT IN HERE. AND DONT START TO THINK "APA SAJERRR NTAH..MACAM PAHAM, PDAHAL AKU TREAT KAU SEBAGAI KAWAN BETOL SAK AZ", KAU LABEL AKU BUBLENG DENGAN HAL REMEH-TEMEH.. AND THAT ACT OF YOURS, KALAU ORANG LAIN DENGAR YANG AKU NI KING OF BUBLENG, LIKE BUBLENG TAK IKOT KAU, BUBLENG TAK BUAT APA KAU SUROH, KAU NAK TAU TAK ORANG KAT LUAR SANA FIKIR AKU BAGAIMANA? YOU HAVE EXXAGERATED MY NAME AND LABELLED ME A BACKSTABBER, A LIAR, A HANTU, BECAUSE OF WHAT? TALKING ABOUT THE WAY YOU HAVE ACTED TOWARDS OTHERS? THE WAY YOU BEHAVED EVEN WORSE THAN A HOOLIGAN? THE WAY YOU REACT TOWRDS PROBLEMS WITH AGGRESSIONS? AND YOU LABEELLED ME ALL THOSE BUT YOU ARE MIRROR-IMAGING YOURSELF SERIOUSLY, DON'T TRY TO EXERT YOUR POWER OF OPINIONS TOWRDS THE SOCIETY BLOGS WHEN YOU'RE BEING SOOOOOO SUPERFICIAL ABOUT ALL THE THINGS YOU'VE SAID TO PEOPLE. JANGAN KASI DIRI KAU BINASA DISEBABKAN PERKATAAN-PERKATAAN KAU BOMBARD KAT AKU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((dia sorg je baik&lt;br /&gt;dia kan alim and stuff...kutuk2 bdk emo,rambut sendiri cam bdk emo))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NI PART KAU BACKSTAB AKU BY TELLING HER THAT I PROCLAIMED MYSELF ALIM? DEMI ALLAH, BILAKAH PERKATAAN-PERKATAAN TERSEBUT DIBOCOR DARI MULOT AKU? PROCLAIMING MYSELF AS THE ALIM AND AKU SORG JER BAIK? AND WHAT? BECAUSE I HAVE LONG HAIR YOU CALLED ME AN EMO? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((aku malas nak bual sal dia,dia smua org pada dia jahat,dia je perfect,dia ngn kwn dia si bantut pe elf 2))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NI PART KAU BACKSTAB AKU YANG AKU CLAIM DIRI AKU PALING PERFECT? KAU MEMANG IBLIS!! KAU MENDUSTA AKU!! SEBAB NGAN PERKATAAN ITU.. AKU BERGADOH DENGAN FARZANAH! KAU TELAH MENGHANCURKAN SILATURAHIM KAMI YANG TELAH KEKAL SELAMA ENAM TAHUN. AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO? TELLING HER THAT I'M A SELF-PROCLAIMED PERSON? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((sajak la dorg dua...dua2 pikir diri perfect))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILAKAH KAMI BERDUA BERKATA DEMIKIAN? INI DUSTA!! HASUTAN!! GARA-GARA KAU, ORANG LAIN AKAN BERFIKIRAN JIJIK DENGAN KITA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((mepek la...ego,elitist mindset always think he is the best))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY LABELLING ME AS THOSE WORDS YOU PATHETICALLY THREW AT ME, AREN'T YOU BEING ONE OF THEM AS WELL? THINKING YOU'RE MORE WORTHIER A PERSON, A MORE WORTHIER IN MORALITIES THAN ME???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-117484797441953226?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/117484797441953226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=117484797441953226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/117484797441953226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/117484797441953226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2007/03/patheticism-0401.html' title='*//* Patheticism *//* 04:01'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-116203489763548789</id><published>2006-10-28T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T19:28:17.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_,.-=+*'^'*+=-.,_## M E M O R I E S##_,.-=+*'^'*+=-.,_</title><content type='html'>Pizza Hut customers; they're either stupid, assholic, idiots, nimrods, siow jibengs or brain-stewed. Especially those rich families who ruthlessly send thier maids to fetch thier food items at pizza hut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cashing out a table at the computer atop the cashier when suddenly there's this hobbity figure below my eyes. "GOSH!! IT'S MS SWAN!!!"...but nope, it's a maid, so I kind of dismissed her. I was busy bashing keys on the computer when sudden;y she came aside, and shouted "H O H - Y E R N    P I Z Z A" and nodded her head so violently. I was so thrilled to see her doing that, she look really stupid SERIOUSLY. And I was there, laughing my ass out, and couldn't bear that comical act. WHY are people so fucking lazy now. Its called HAWAIIAN for God's sake, not Hawaii. This nyonya dined in the other time and asked for Hawaii (without the pizza word) and BUFFULO WINGS...ROFLS.. I know there were such things as buffulo wings, but i ditched an act to stupefy her by saying "Mam, there buffalo wings don't exist here in pizza hut...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this another indonesian maid, with her family I guess. She's was one of those typical natives of Banda Aceh, with her baby sagged over a tight-knot bundle of her kain sarong, and was abreasted under her breasts. Then her children were acting like typical homeless tsunami victims, SERIOUSLY..they were like..."HURRAAY!!! HURRAY!!! hari ini kita makan pissa !! Yeaah yeaah!!! ", I wept a tear, staring those children in deep concern and care, and my mind like slipped past those memories, those horryfying memories they had lived ago, and their mother managed to buy them a personal PIZZA!!... but NOPE.. they were'nt those drama-mamas. They're just a family. AND QUITE RICH TOO.. they ordered so much, and so much more were their speech that they had upon the time I asked for their orders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hi! how may i take ur order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: this!!!! this!!! errr...nerrrh... this one!!! with nerhhh....two...and nerrhhh.. yeah..haha...nerrhhh....this this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: my god, what the hell are u babbling...YOU MEAN THE MEAL SET ?! OOOOH...I SEEE HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: ***long puase....then***....NEEEERHHHH....YEAAAAAAHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: God..no need for u to scream like tat rite..so ur choice of pizza hawaiian ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: nerrhh....this!!!! this!!!... this nerrhh.. meal...this...this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ka ni na lar..this this this...SO U WANT HAWAIIAN PIZZA? YUM YUM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: yes!!!! yess!!! the HOH-YERN PIZZA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMAAAAAAAOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i didn't bother to repeat her other.. she's really native so i just laughed and keyed her order...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-116203489763548789?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/116203489763548789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=116203489763548789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/116203489763548789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/116203489763548789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/10/m-e-m-o-r-i-e-s_28.html' title='_,.-=+*&apos;^&apos;*+=-.,_## M E M O R I E S##_,.-=+*&apos;^&apos;*+=-.,_'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-116203459260403794</id><published>2006-10-28T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T19:23:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_,.-=+*'^'*+=-.,_## M E M O R I E S##_,.-=+*'^'*+=-.,_</title><content type='html'>Pizza Hut customers; they're either stupid, assholic, idiots, nimrods, siow jibengs or brain-stewed. Especially those rich families who ruthlessly send thier maids to fetch thier food items at pizza hut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cashing out a table at the computer atop the cashier when suddenly there's this hobbity figure below my eyes. "GOSH!! IT'S MS SWAN!!!"...but nope, it's a maid, so I kind of dismissed her. I was busy bashing keys on the computer when sudden;y she came aside, and shouted "H O H - Y E R N    P I Z Z A" and nodded her head so violently. I was so thrilled to see her doing that, she look really stupid SERIOUSLY. And I was there, laughing my ass out, and couldn't bear that comical act. WHY are people so fucking lazy now. Its called HAWAIIAN for God's sake, not Hawaii. This nyonya dined in the other time and asked for Hawaii (without the pizza word) and BUFFULO WINGS...ROFLS.. I know there were such things as buffulo wings, but i ditched an act to stupefy her by saying "Mam, there buffalo wings don't exist here in pizza hut...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this another indonesian maid, with her family I guess. She's was one of those typical natives of Banda Aceh, with her baby sagged over a tight-knot bundle of her kain sarong, and was abreasted under her breasts. Then her children were acting like typical homeless tsunami victims, SERIOUSLY..they were like..."HURRAAY!!! HURRAY!!! hari ini kita makan pissa !! Yeaah yeaah!!! ", I wept a tear, staring those children in deep concern and care, and my mind like slipped past those memories, those horryfying memories they had lived ago, and their mother managed to buy them a personal PIZZA!!... but NOPE.. they were'nt those drama-mamas. They're just a family. AND QUITE RICH TOO.. they ordered so much, and so much more were their speech that they had upon the time I asked for their orders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hi! how may i take ur order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: this!!!! this!!! errr...nerrrh... this one!!! with nerhhh....two...and nerrhhh.. yeah..haha...nerrhhh....this this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: my god, what the hell are u babbling...YOU MEAN THE MEAL SET ?! OOOOH...I SEEE HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: ***long puase....then***....NEEEERHHHH....YEAAAAAAHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: God..no need for u to scream like tat rite..so ur choice of pizza hawaiian ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: nerrhh....this!!!! this!!!... this nerrhh.. meal...this...this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ka ni na lar..this this this...SO U WANT HAWAIIAN PIZZA? YUM YUM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she: yes!!!! yess!!! the HOH-YERN PIZZA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMAAAAAAAOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i didn't bother to repeat her other.. she's really native so i just laughed and keyed her order...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-116203459260403794?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/116203459260403794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=116203459260403794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/116203459260403794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/116203459260403794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/10/m-e-m-o-r-i-e-s.html' title='_,.-=+*&apos;^&apos;*+=-.,_## M E M O R I E S##_,.-=+*&apos;^&apos;*+=-.,_'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115872732223416389</id><published>2006-09-20T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:38:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*// U N C L E *//* L I M *//* 04:01</title><content type='html'>I was so frustrated with this promotion, the Chessy Bites pizza. It was supposed to end in August, but that fucking food scrap promotion dragged until the month of September! And our nemesis arrived yet another new topping; the triple chicken. What the hell?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Siglap pizza hut was more of a "warong" or "kopitiam" every single day. It always turned out as a full-house, be it a shimmering sunny, rainstorm tsunami, landslides, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, rebellions, terrorisms, jihads or crusades, TIDES OF CUSTOMERS FLOOD the restaurant everyday. And Soma still have the cheek to say, "I shall keep the strength of my staff of 20 people". WHAT THE FUCK ?! Come on sial. I mean, you have 20 people at the front-of-house, yet only 6 to 8 managed to work every weekend. The rest, lie dead on their respective coffins at the morgues of kubor bidadari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return of this nightmarish crust retributes another wave of accidental chain of events. The staff grew wearied, and had suffered enough from the sardin-filled restaurant hours ago. Yet, although the madness had dissipated, long tables of neo-catholican "last-supper" renenacts on every every sections of the restaurant. We got even more intimidated at this point of time, because those who sat at these tables were high-class bitches and bastards, be it malay, chinese or indians. Because rich people's supper of their breakfast-lunch-tea-tea-dinner-supper interval starts at 9.35 pm. And Gosh, who would noticed that summer vegetable soup was so popular that night. Everyone went blanked and screamed "EH, VEGETABLE SOUP FINISH LIAO"...and walked away. "EH, SOUP SAYOR DABIS?"...and walked away. "WHAT THE FUCK, SUMMER VEGETABLE SOUP INGEK PORINGEK SAPEDEK?"...and walked away. So I refilled the soup cooker myself. I thawed 2 bags of soups, and I searched the bartender area for a jug. I couldn't find a single container that could be used, so I had to ask Uncle Lim about HIS smootihe jug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01426.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/320/DSC01426.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim..."It's normal for people to fall down...LMAO"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim was the only gawky and probably the most eccentric character in Siglap Pizza Hut. He bore a gogglish pair of thick-rimmed archaic spectacles magnified to a thousand times, made his eyes bulged out like a pair of exoskeletal buggy lens. He looked rather miserable, and his face scarred with a thousand lines of aged contours. His work habits stupefied with thousands of procedures that he always adhere everyday, be it a busy day or not, he's always tiring himself with unecessary burdens of refilling inches of half-filled chocolate in bottles, cutting lemons or fruits, washed 3 to four glasses in the dishwasher every single second, polishing the bartender's stand even if it's a miniscule of dirt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uncle Lim, can I borrow your smoothie jug for a few seconds, I'm gonna use it to refill the soup cooker.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "Err, what? You are going to borrow the smoothie jug, err...haha... Eerr.. I'm afraid that.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "NO NO!!! I mean...It's only gonna be a few seconds, I'll return it back once I have refilled the soup cooker rite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "You better return back to me..haha..err...if there's an order coming out soon, and there's no smoothie jug, then it'll be a big problem you seeeee. There's currently one smoothie jug at this moment, I don't know where the other one had disappeared. I have to ask, or probably someone have to ask one of the assistant managers or our restaurant manager, Soma, to purchase another...err..set of smoothie jugs. Because I cannot find the other smoothie jug you seeeeee. I've been searching for it since that day, but still couldn't find it. You better boorow and use it fast, because haha, I will be in trouble if there is an order coming out from that printer you see. And we are very busy here in the kitchen, and it's a full house in front of the house, and I cannot bear the burden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: **Come on lah, it's only a smoothie jug. Why would be it a life threatening experince if there were'nt any jugs around here. MY GOD! AND I ONLY ASKED A SIMPLE QUESTION OF BORROWING AND YOU MADE UP A GRANDMOTHER STORY THAT PRETAINS THE FUTURE DESTINY AND THE LIFES AND DEATHS OF US ALL??!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for you bloggers to read the third line. Yes... He's also that type of apeks who bickers petty mistakes or mocks about people who takes "HIS" sacred belongings away from the bartender. It was only a smoothie jug, not a bonemeal pile of his ancestor's carcasses! I was so frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled the soup cooker with two jugs of water, and started to fill the pot with the bags of thawed pre-made soup. I stirred a few rounds when suddenly, Uncle Lim shouted at me from afar, bad-tempered and squabbled, "Haiqel! You used my smoothie jug and you just leave it there?! I thought you are going to return it back to me after use, but you didn't. You just leave it there for who?! You better return back to me..haha..err...if there's an order coming out soon, and there's no smoothie jug, then it'll be a big problem you see. There's currently one smoothie jug at this moment, I don't know where the other one had disappeared. I have to ask, or probably someone have to asked one of the assistant managers or our restaurant manager, Soma, to purchase another...err..set of smoothie jugs. Because I cannot find the other smoothie jug you see. I've been searching for it since that day, but still couldn't find it. You better boorow and use it fast, because haha, I will be in trouble if there is an order coming out from that printer you see. And we are very busy here in the kitchen, and it's a full house in front of the house, and I cannot bear the burden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...there's no need for you read those lines, it's being repeated. That's him, engaging with people in silly, petty and useless arguments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115872732223416389?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115872732223416389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115872732223416389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115872732223416389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115872732223416389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/09/u-n-c-l-e-l-i-m-0401.html' title='*// U N C L E *//* L I M *//* 04:01'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115998719771660256</id><published>2006-09-20T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T02:51:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*// U N C L E *//* L I M *//* 04:02</title><content type='html'>Uncle Lim tengok aku... berebot-rebot dia bersihkan tempat buat air gas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mizah... kalau two bags of soup... that means two litres of water kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim tengok aku lagi... this is time tengah top-up parsley..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizah: "Ah huh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim tengok aku lagi...This time placing clean glasses on top of the server area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I  had filled the second jug of water, I quickly poured it into the soup cooker and started to stir the cooker. With my right hand, stirring the soup... And the left hand...placing the smoothie jug..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Uncle Lim exxagerated, like spiderman's spider sense.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placing the smoothie jug on top of the server area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Uncle Lim's line of sight, espied on the smoothie jug.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir...stir...stir...3 seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "Err haha..Haiqel...can you please return back the smoothie jug! I thought you said you are going to returned it to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim seemed to smile while he was informing me about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the smoothie jug over to him, muka dia tiba-tiba berubah jadi sotong kering. Rabak siak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "You said before over at my bartender area that you are going to return back my smoothie jug, and you have yet done so. I mean...herrr...herr...what if it is very busy.. I cannot cope with my job if you keep borrowing my things and you won't return me back after you have you use it for your use there. It's very busy today and I have drinks to make and you are using the smoothie jug. Unless they...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "HAIYAH!!! RELAX LAH UNCLE LIM!! Tu pon nak jerit-jerit...Mintak lah baik-naik...cakap jek yang kau nak balik benda ni, tak payah nak hal ehwal.. I'M SORRY LAR UNCLE LIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: 'What relax relax...I have drinks to make. You borrow my things from the bartender and you yet to return it back. I mean...herrr...herr...what if it is very busy.. I cannot cope with my job if you keep borrowing my things and you won't return me back after you have you use it for your use there. It's very busy today and I have drinks to make and you are using the smoothie jug. Unless they...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ya rabbi!! UNCLE LIM!! RELAX LAR!! I RETURN BACK ALREADY WHAT...OK..OK...I GET IT...SORRY SORRY SORRY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "What relax relax...I have drinks to make. You borrow my things from the bartender and you yet to return it back. I mean...herrr...herr...what if it is very busy.. I cannot cope with my job if you keep borrowing my things and you won't return me back after you have you use it for your use there. It's very busy today and I have drinks to make and you are using the smoothie jug. Unless they...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "ARGGHH!!! ULANG PEH ULANG PEH ULANG...MACAM AKU NI TAKL RETI BAHASA DIA PULAK...KAR NI NA..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He snatched the smoothie jug and rolled his eyes on me. Fuck shit lar, why so petty. Making a big shitty nuisance about that jug.  Kepala pantat! Kar ni na! Pasal benda kecik nak besar-besarkan . FOR SCREAMING OUT LOUD!! IT'S A CAN-I-BORROW-YOUR-JUG-TO-MAKE-SOUP-FOR-3-SECONDS-case!!! That's bloddy annoying siak!! Suddenly, he came back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "You borrow my things and you don't return it back to me. What if it's busy? The kitchen is very busy today and I cannot tolerate your nonsense. I just find it ridiculous without that smoothie jug because I cannot make dwinks with it. You boorrow my thigns and you never return back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wah lan eh!! I only borrow like for a few seconds.. I place it on top of the server area after I use.. You can ask me nicely to return it back right..I mean, you don't have to make noise about it what.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: ""You borrow my things and you don't return it back to me. What if it's busy? The kitchen is very busy today and I cannot tolerate your nonsense. I just find it ridiculous without that smoothie jug because I cannot make dwinks with it. You boorrow my thigns and you never return back.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ' pUKIMAK KAU KAU ARH!! AKU BOBAL SEPATAH KAU MEMBABI BALIK 10 KALI GANDA... PASAL BARANG TONG AIR KAU DAH BISING-BISING...KALAU KAU KENE CAMPAK BUAT PIZZA...NTAH MULOT KAU MEMBEBEL JEK TAK TENTU ARAH! FUCK OFF ARH...CEE BYE..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so fucked up that I kept screaming CIBAI!!!! KA NI NA!!! BABI!!! BUTO !!! MUALAP!!! PALA BUTO!!! High-pitched. It was so fucking busy and he annoy me about that jug. Ni apek memang tak puas hati siak, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Uncle Lim approached Irah and complained**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "You know this Haiqel ah.. He borrow my things and never return them back to me. He borrowed my smoothie jug, and never return back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah: "Err...really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim came back to me and complained again...: "You borrow my things and you don't return it back to me. What if it's busy? The kitchen is very busy today and I cannot tolerate your nonsense. I just find it ridiculous without that smoothie jug because I cannot make dwinks with it. You boorrow my thigns and you never return back.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah: "Apa hal tu apek bising-bising kat kau samapi aku terbabit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Entah lah si tua tu. Aku setakat pinjam tong buat air tak sampai seminit dah jerit-jerit.. SO PETTY SIAL!! Tu keranda bapak moyang nenek dia kepe, sampai nak marah gitu macam.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah: "HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I WANT TO DIE ALREADY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Azyan went to the kitchen, Uncle Lim approached her and complained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "huwat...the... EH CIBAI ARH!!! SIAL PEH APEK!!! SEMUA ORANG DIA NAK BISING KEPE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "You know this Haiqel ah...He.......and.......never....WHAT.....busy.....then......you see.....afraid......so.......borrow my thigns but never return back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear what exactly he said, but I knew he was bickering about that smoothie jug...again...It was fucking annoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Azyan came to me shortly, and asked me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azyan: "Uncle Lim ngah bingit pasal kau, asal eh? hahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "ENTAH LARH TU CINABEH KREPOT!! AKU SAKIT JIWA TAU DAPAT KAWAN NGAN APEK GINI MACIAM...DAH TUA NAK MAMPOS BISING-SBISING PASAL APE....TONG BUAT AIR!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Uncle Lim, still lokking unhappy, complained to Hameedul and Nat...in front of my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "You know this Haiqel ah...He.......and.......never....WHAT.....busy.....then......you see.....afraid......so.......borrow my thigns but never return back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so fucked up, so I went outide into the dining area. But shortly after, Fadli, the rider, called me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadli: "Eh, Encar nak jumpa kau"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "huh?...buat per?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadli: "Pegi jer lah...dia cakap dia nak bebual ngan kau ngan uncle Lim.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "DAH DAH...JANGAN NAK MEREPEK KAU BILANG DIA...AKU TIDAK AKAN BERBAHAS BERPANJANGAN TENTANG HAL EHWAL TONG AIR DIANATARA AKU NGAN MUALAPBODOH GINI..SUDAH SUDAH...FULL STOP...AKU TAK NAK LAYAN...KU ADA KERJA LEBIH PENTING DARI NI...SO FUCK OFF!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden;y, Encar came shortly near the server area, everyone switch their line of sight back and forth, bounces between me and Uncle Lim and back to Encar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encar: What happened? Uncle Lim complained about you.. what did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " HUWAT?????!!!!! YOU WANT TO MAKE ME FUCK YOU ALL UPSIDE DOWN AGAIN LIKE WHAT I DID BACK THEN IS IT?? YOU DON'T WANT YOU SHUDDUP AH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encar: "Hey...hey!! Calm down...tell me what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " QUIET LAR!!! YOU FREAKIN PEOPLE ANNOY ME ABOUT STUPID MATTERS WHICH ARE SO UNECESSARY AND UNIMPORTANT AND I HAVE FUCKING THINGS TO DO OUTSIDE AND YOU BUSY ME WITH THIS CRAP???!!! ASK THAT OLD BLOKE LAR AT THAT BARTENDER THERE...FOR GOD SAKE PEOPLE!! MURDER YOURSELF AND CARVE YOUR OWN COFFIN LAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encar went back to the office, along with that irritating cockroach. So GILA already. He thinks he wants to act siow ginna like salakau pick fight on me.. Cummah pick fight on me! Cibai muddafucka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, he was back at the bartender, and suddenly, Irah appeared again in front of his eyes...AND COMPLAINED AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "How can he be so rude.. What relaz relax... People are here busy doing our work and he borrow things and put it wherever he likes.. He's such a problematic teenager.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah: "Laaah!!!! Irritating siak ni apek... Asyik-asyik bebual ngan aku... DAH AH!!! AKU TAK NAK MASOK KITCHEN LAGIK LAR!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah went mad because this was the 4th time he approached Irah. But Irah HAD to go to the kitchen to dispose off the dirty plates. And again.. Uncle Lim approached her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: 'I'm not happy about this you know. I'm so disappointed about this thing. I mean...the restaurant herr...herr...was so busy and he expect me to use what to make smoothies? I mean.. there's only one smoothie jug at the moment and I cannot make smoothies if he borrows the jug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah: 'Aiyah Uncle, forget about this matter lah...what's over is over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "Yes I know, but this is very seriousss...herr..herrr..I mean, there are other jugs and he doesn't want to use them... what is this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah: "EURGHHHHH!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 5th time, she entered the kitchen, Uncle Lim nagged again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "Why are you afarid to face me? Do you have problems? I think you are a problematic child like Haiqel.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah: **UH YEAH LIKE WAHATEVER...** "Oh yeah!!! How you know arh uncle?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously she lied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "Well, I have this instinct you see...herr...herr...errmm...I can see through people and I can determine wether he or she have proooblems or not. Then................err....................hmmm..................he.................annoying...............and then............but then........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah: Ermmm Uncle Lim, I'm a bit busy so I can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Khalid approached...AND UNCLE LIM DASHED OVER TO HIM COMPLAINING ABOUT ME!!! KAR NI NA BUTOH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "You know this Haiqel ah...He.......and.......never....WHAT.....busy.....then......you see.....afraid......so.......borrow my thigns but never return back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat, Hameedul, Me, Azyan, Khalid: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: "Why are you laughing? Is it very funny? I'm serious..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah: "No! No! I wasn't laughing about you...I laugh because Nat fell down..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lim: " Oh...herr...herr....it's normal for people to fall down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah: -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalid: -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hameedul: -_-"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azyan; -_-"""""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat: o_0?***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evryone= BUWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115998719771660256?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115998719771660256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115998719771660256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115998719771660256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115998719771660256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/09/u-n-c-l-e-l-i-m-0402.html' title='*// U N C L E *//* L I M *//* 04:02'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115872526240094749</id><published>2006-09-03T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:35:19.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* B i t t e r *//* S u i t e s *//* F o r *//* S u c c u b i *//* 03:02</title><content type='html'>Him: "Hey, who's this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Haiqel, your (her) stead right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Err.. Used to.. we broke up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "She asked for it.. Went totally clueless... But I didn't care... Didn't enjoy the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationship... We were more of fuck buddies than steadies.. I mean, we meet like once  in a full &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue moon... But I did miss having sex with her.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "WHAT THE WHAT?? You had sex with her?? Sumpah demi Allah??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "sumpah demi allah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: **Oh my God... you vow a truth statement that you committed Zina in the name of Allah. That's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blasphemous**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright bloggers, I'll get straight to the point about this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Can you describe me a bit about how you people had sex? Hahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Haha.. Well, it wasn't any fun than previous of my ex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What? You had sex with other girls too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Yeah, why you asked?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nothing...Absolutely nothing...err...bout how you had sex with her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Oh yeah.. Well, you see.. She had asked me out to her relative's house to use the computer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some homework stuff she had to download from her e-mail, so I followed. She's really naughty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, she asked me to enter her relative's bedroom. She pretended to use the computer for a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few minutes, and turned it off. Suddenly, she approached me on the bed and sat beside me. We went &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high after that, and it started..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How it started? Were both of you still in clothings or totally naked?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Like duh... We went totally naked after that, and we had it on the bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wow...that's fast.. and shocking.. Did you enjoy having sex with her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Haha.. naaah.. I didn't enjoy though I was giggling all the way.. It was funny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Funny?? Why ?? What did she do?? Describe a bit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Err... we just did it lah! Hahaha...what's more to ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did she suck your dick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Yeah, but it was damn boring...it happened too fast, suddenly she stopped sucking and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said.. "You...you main ngan I arh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *ROFLS*... "Err...hahaha...that's funny (I think).. Did you shoot your water in her V or her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ass?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Hahaha... I won't be that insane to shoot her in the V... I shoot on top of her ass.. I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to doggy her... Fun.. ahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hahaha... (Gettins a bit uncomfortable)... Did you suck her breast too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Haha...yeah...that part was my favourite too, she had those big breasts of a motherfucker.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drooping...Yeah...love it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hahaha... Well, I missed her sucking MY dick.. (I lied...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Oh, you played with her too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "COUNTLESS of times.. We did it on the rooftops, but never did it at anyone's house.. (I lied &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Hahaha...I see.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Where else have you done it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I actually did it at her house, her relative's house, her friend's house... err... yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I see... Err... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "I passed her around my gang members too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *WHAT THE FUCK??? PASSING LKE A TOKEN OF SEXTOY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Naaah...you don't be sad if you broke with her, just make her as your fuck buddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Naaaaaahh....I'm not sad at all... Absolutely naaaaaaaahh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Well, see you around then.. I got to go..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115872526240094749?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115872526240094749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115872526240094749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115872526240094749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115872526240094749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/09/b-i-t-t-e-r-s-u-i-t-e-s-f-o-r-s-u-c-c.html' title='*//* B i t t e r *//* S u i t e s *//* F o r *//* S u c c u b i *//* 03:02'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115872558105486768</id><published>2006-09-03T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:13:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* B i t t e r *//* S u i t e s *//* F o r *//* S u c c u b i *//* 03:01</title><content type='html'>I thought our love-bind had dissipated on the accursed day dated on the 13th of August, but blind cupid turned mythos into foul sermons for the masses. I was fucking shocked when I was smacked with vile cases of love, lust and sodomy. I didn't have to investigate (Nevertheless...I don't even bother) about the truth, but God seemed to vindicate me with love guilts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Farzanah's house as usual, sat stoned in front of her computer, and she was there lying on the sofa sleeping. Sheesh! That's how you treat guests?! Hahaha... Well, I was browsing through the new messages that I've received from my friends. And suddenly, I came across a message that was sent by a stranger. His name was Khairul Azahar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul: "Hey! Nice to meet cha.. You're her stead right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah, why? jealous kepe? ahahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul: "Haha...what for? I'm done with her... We've been steadying for a year long...but we broke up recently"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yeah...me too...We've been three-timed by her you know that ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul: "Serious?? Haha... That part I didn't know. Kau dah pernah main ngan dia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "eh eh... like obviously... dah banyak kali seh... tak terkira!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey, here's my e-mail...let's chat at MSN mate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actual fact, I never touched her before. I lied, because my real intention was to prise out the secrets that is kept behind that foul being. A filthy little secret that I was trying to dig, I was desperate to know wether it was a fact that she isn't a virgin anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, realities congregated on that fateful day, the day we exchanged messages at MSN messenger. You wouldn't believe the lecherous and illicit conversation we had about her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115872558105486768?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115872558105486768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115872558105486768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115872558105486768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115872558105486768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/09/b-i-t-t-e-r-s-u-i-t-e-s-f-o-r-s-u-c-c_03.html' title='*//* B i t t e r *//* S u i t e s *//* F o r *//* S u c c u b i *//* 03:01'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115872203467161943</id><published>2006-09-03T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:25:34.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//*  H E R *//* S T O R Y *//*</title><content type='html'>Hahaha...my best friend finally broke up with her "loverly loverboy". I don't want to be cruel or  evil to mention his name here, so I'll just continue about her story outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Opening a new chapter into my gospel**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farzanah: "EEEEEEEEEEE!!!! Haiqel...tolong aku lah!!!! Aku dah tak boleh tahan dengan KEBELOOAN dan KEBODOHAN jantan mualap ni!!!! Aku trauma tau skarang!! NI GARA-GARA ENGKAU LAH MENGPSYCHOKAN AKU UNTUK STEAD NGAN ORANG YANG BODOH MACAM NI!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh??? AKU PULAK YANG BERSALAH KAT SINI!! Hahahaha... ye lah ye lah... aku bersalah... tapi it's not entirely my fault you know that... At first sight, I thought he was HANDSOME, CHARMING, BLOODY HOT to you?? And in the end... you hate him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farzanah: "EEEEE!!!!! MEREPEK LAH KAU!!! EEEEEEE!!!! AKU MELUAT TAU TENGOK KEADAAN JANTAN MACAM GINI!!! Dah lah BELO!! TAK HABIS-HABIS MESSAGE AKU BARANG TOPIK YANG SAMA...Like "Assalamualaikum...you tengah buat pe??"...AND...."You sudah makan ke belom??"...It was like...24 hours a day aku jadi operator layan-layan... Operator 24 jam bukan layan banyak orang... tapi ni SATU MUALAP jer tau!!! Hidup aku merana dengan kepedihan!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hahahaha!! Calm yourself lah!! I mean, he can't be that boring right..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farzanah: "HUWAT THE FUCK???!!! Dia mendak nak mampos bila aku keluar dengan dia... Aku actually nak ajak kau keluar sekali... tapi muka dia selalu berubah kalau aku ajak engkau keluar... aku tak nak engkau berdua gadoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hahahaha... Then your "Loverly" outing di Taman Bunga itu?? You guys didn't venture there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farzanah: "Taman bunga? Huh... (Silent pause)... (suddenly)... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! KAU JANGAN NAK MEREPEK BABAI DI SINI!!! SEUMUR HIDUP AKU TIDAK AKAN JEJAK TEMPAT-TEMPAT YANG TIDAK SENONOH...HENDAK STEP ROMEN KONON...LEK SUA!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hahahahaha!!! (Sighing)...Farz...Farz... I know he is Belo... but you're the one who agrees to stead with him at the first place seh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farzanah: "I KNOW!!! AKU MENYESAL BUAT KEPUTUSAN ITU!!! Engkau hendak tahu satu information tak? Masa itu, aku kata, "You...I rasa I setuju ah masa you mintak stead ngan I sikit hari tu"... AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCKING HELL HIS REACTION IS???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Like what???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farzanah: "ADA KE PATUT DIA KATA, "Hmmm....". You mean...THAT'S ALL??? A *HMMM...*???? TIDAK LOVING LANGSUNG SEH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Kesian nyaa.... kalau aku, aku terus mintak break sial.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAZanah: "Itu pasal lar!!! (Sighing...)...Dia nye kebelooan pun satu hal... kau nak tau tak satu benda tak?? Sikit hari kita jalan-jalan kat peninsula kan... kau tanya dia kan kat mana mariona square is situated... abih kau ingat tak jawapan dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: AKU TAU....DENGAN SUARA BELO...DIA JAWAB, "MARINA SQUARE KAT DOVER KAN"...HAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAZanah: "AH AH SIOL!!! (LEPAK UNDESCRIBABLE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Tu makcik dia lah yang tinggal kat dover where there is a MAGICAL Marina square"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAZanah: "And he's like sooo BELOtic... You know the other time when we are trying to schedule an outing on Tuesday? He asked me over and over again about SUNDAY... I mean...SUNDAY OUTING WAS CANCELLED!! And he kept on replying like.."Ntah ah tu Haiqel...Dia kata on Sunday pe"...and I replied..."Yeah...but WE are postponing that outing next week on TUESDAY...". And he replied through SMS and said, "Gi Tampines Mall on Tuesday buat apa?". MY GOD!!!! THAT WAS SO SE-TOO-PEEEED. So I replied yet again, "You...kite nak kluar on tuesday tengok wayang on Tuesday sayaaaaang...". And I though that confirmed everything, but he YET to ask, " Tapi Haiqel kata kita nye outing tengok wayang on SUNDAY lah...". FUCK LAH!!! SO BELOOOO!!!! GERAAAAAM SIAK AKU !!!! AKU GERAM AKU PICIT "You ni tak faham-faham bahasa...kan I dah kata...kita nye outing tengok wayang on Sunday kene postpone on Tuesday...Tuesday kita tengok wayang...asal you ni BELO sangat". And then he replied 20 minutes later, and said "I tak tau ah...kk..bye bye...take care..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/Demolition-lovers.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/320/Demolition-lovers.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*//* Shove Your Dick Elsewhere You Faggot *//*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115872203467161943?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115872203467161943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115872203467161943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115872203467161943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115872203467161943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/09/h-e-r-s-t-o-r-y.html' title='*//*  H E R *//* S T O R Y *//*'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115718800480679808</id><published>2006-09-02T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:06:44.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* S I N G A P O R E *//* I D O L *//* 00:00</title><content type='html'>His undivine attetion won the crowds; ageings Nyonyas and Aunties and teenage angst. Forums &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lambasted him with negativities, crowds booed him on the runways, (in spite of the hip-hip-horrays &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on shows). Would such protests be so necessary now or then? It's too late huh? Cause' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**He's the final 5...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice horns in draggy and monotounous tunes, he jumps, twirls and flip-flopping on stages in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which you people call it an entertaining "stage performance", his cuteness attact the old and the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useless; Ah Lians, Aunties, Nyonyas, Makciks, Ahchis and gayboys and gaymen. He's a laughing stock &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of lamb of the year! But he remains to breathe, eat, shit, sleep and indulge in his so-called &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"popularity" earned by the crowds, till today. That's unnholy insanity! It's a singing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;competition...It's a singing competition... It's a singing competition... It's a singing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;competition... It's a singing competition... It's a singing competition... But he still remains &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intact and still like a lightning rod stuck deep upon the mud, eveready to be struck again and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again each week, in the Singapore Idol Spectacular's. Ying and Yang collided during the Hungry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost festivals, blessed this fodder 7-week of miracles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** He's the final 5...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This calls for anarchy! Place the heads of the judges on the gulliotines and play football with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their heads! They're mad to wisdom stage performance over singing talent! We have enough of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumping monkeys, Singapore's in dire need of talent people! Why vote such a nonsensical cartoon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;character conquer the stage and left the singing Gods and Godesses killed each week? Mathilda, Jay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Rahimah shouldn't deserve the elimination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"" AIYYAAHHH!!! HUWAHLOWEYY!!! SOOOOOO CUTE!!! SOOOO CHARMING!!!! SOOOOO SWEEEEET!!! ""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah Blah all you want you low-lifes. His voice shatters porcelain! You can't put your mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soul together or smack yourself down to earth. People Hate him and People Vote Him. HUWAT?? I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said... People hated him to the core, but raised him to be one of the idols to receive the highest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number of votes... That's unlogical, even God's getting clueless of what humans are doing to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;themselves today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that the singing competition had transformed into a project runway show. Models don't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catwalk, but they berserk onto stage and twirl and flip and swagger. And add a dash of excitement, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the models SING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Well, the singing isn't really what the we craved for, but what the heck, He's CUUTE!!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how the low-lifes of Singaporeans would think. We're ambitious people, always think of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something big each day. We think that we can outnumber our talent over bigger powers, and we can't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accept the fact that we're stupid. We dreamt of forlorn wars long waged by Christian Europeans and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corsairs of Middle-eastern warriors, we dreamt of having MRT stations, HDB flats, the Esplanade, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina Square, Suntec City bombed by Suiciders, we dreamt of Resident Evil a reality, we dreamt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Singapore has its own nukes, we dreamt Singapore would involve themselves in Jihad, because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is boring. We're not original, we indulge the fashion statements, the habits and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifestyles of the West. Singapore's an atom of empty vessel. WE CAN'T MAKE A FUCKING DIFFERENCE TO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD IF WE'RE LOST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a pity for us Singaporeans to be this way? So cheap and nothing there's nothing big or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special about us to fuss about. The only thing that you people can be proud of is that we're &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living safe here, at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115718800480679808?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115718800480679808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115718800480679808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115718800480679808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115718800480679808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/09/s-i-n-g-p-o-r-e-i-d-o-l-0000.html' title='*//* S I N G A P O R E *//* I D O L *//* 00:00'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115718812635176309</id><published>2006-09-02T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:13:45.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*// R A T E D *//* N C - 16 *//*</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey! I've recovered from my insomnia. So sorry, lah... semenjak ada internet baru ni, I'm always busy in contact with the virtual world out there * Round of applause please *. And guess what! I've got more news to tell you bloggers about that RAFAic incident I had whilst working as the lone ranger at Pizza Hut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this entry is short... but purely sick... Though its rated NC-16 jer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even busy at the restaurant, and I was fucking surprised that I was the only male staff at the restaurant, the rest were Nurul, Rosz, Nadiah, Azyan and Irah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***ENCAR!!!! I'm gonna slay you!!! Why you sabo me like that seh!!!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the CSR, and there these two malay guys, wearing blacks and really tight blacks, with really tight jeans, and they look like Aliff to me from afar. They lingered at the nearest vehicle which was positioned at the front of the resturant, don't have a clue what they're waiting. After 15 minutes, when I get out of the server area, they were there dining in at Section B, table B5. They sat like "sweet" couple, and they were like sitting facing the rest of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Azyan approached me and said " Haiqel, can you take their order!!! Takot lah... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasa lah...budak baru kan... ku tak pasal lah... Kalau Yul ke Sara ke takot... TU KECOH... Tapi MACAM PAHAM diorang nak TAKOT!!! ahahhaahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was nervous also lah, since they look like caricatures of RAFA. And all the negativities about Rafa; the day he stared at me, the day he sweet-talked to me, the day he ask me...err....the day he......THE DAY HE ASK ME OUT FOR THAT BLOODY DATE!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err...hi good afternoon sir...how may I take your orders?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY, I don't wanna be like " HI Good afternoon my humble customers! My name is Haiqel and I'll be your kindest and dearest ordertaker for such a bright and beutiful day here in Pizza Hut! How may I take your orders oh my sweet fellow countrymen?". Iwas afraid that they would comment about, and I just wanna make it fast... A few days back... Alot of Apeks and Nyonyas commented bout me like " Wah ah boy... You so handsome... Wah ah boy ah! You so cute leh..." EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! And there's this nyonya... ngan rambot JESUSfied dia and mata SEK dia, sweet-talking to me about discounts... I was so cair that I had to give her that fucking discount! 25% tau!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**as usual...you guys would scream and yell comments bout that nyonya!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to that couple... Yeah, so I took their orders, and I squirmed and squirmed and squirmed like a squirt because I felt so uncomfortabler looking at them. The guy with the specs, called me "BOY!"... OMG!!... and after taking their orders...they never said anything you know... I was staring at them... and they were staring at me... A VERY LONG PAUSE, till I asked..."err...is that all sirs?".. They said "Yes my boy!! All that for now thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I QUICKLY RUSHED TO THE NEAREST COMPUTER AND BASHED THEIR ORDERS, EXCLAIMING IN THE INSTRUCTIONS... "Sheesh!! gay bastards!!!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt soooo uncomfortable that day, they were like glancing at me, especially the guy without the specs, always staring at me wherever I go... I went out of the server, he looked at me, I went to the cashier, he looked at me, I went inside the kitchen, he looked at me, I took other customer's order, he looked at me, SHEESH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complained to Rosz and Azyan about that "couple" acting strangely in front of me... The were like " Hahahaha!!! Diorang terpikat kat kau lah haiqel..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**C'MON LAH! help me here guys!!! I'm the only boy here...you all girl-girl...then how am I supposed to protect myself...They'll think I'm gay too since I'm the only male staff there!!!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot!! I was thinking negatively about confused sexual orietations... My mind whizzed around about Rafa again... those NIGHTMARES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Irah, but I was surprised that she gave such a lame answer " I think they're fashion designers...serious!!! Maybe they're searching for Hotshots like you, and the reason they stared at you because you have the looks or body of their taste kepe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind went blank, my eye lens whitened, and I was "........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-""... Yer lah Irah... Asal kan kau bahagia sudah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, while I was standing at the computer at section B, Rosz suddenly approached me and yelled " SHEESH!!! Haiqel!!! THOSE COUPLE  PANDANG BONTOT KAU SIOL!!! TAK JELING TAK KEBIL-KEBIL PON SIAL!! HAHAHAHAHA""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I RAN STRAIGHT TO THE SERVER AREA FOR AND WAITED 20 MINUTES UNTIL THEY LEFT THE BUILDING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115718812635176309?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115718812635176309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115718812635176309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115718812635176309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115718812635176309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/09/r-t-e-d-n-c-16.html' title='*// R A T E D *//* N C - 16 *//*'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115615569572973326</id><published>2006-08-17T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:47:01.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* M A T U R E *//* T H E M E S *//* R A T E D 2 1*//* 02:05</title><content type='html'>Black:"Hey !! *winks...winks* Rafa mana?? Dia tengah rindu kau tu !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"EH BLACK! SHIADAP lah...Mulot kau tak leh diam eh! Tak habis-habis pasal RAFA RAFA RAFA! ASAL?  Kau suka dia kepe?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black:"Eh Eh...YOU JANGAN MARAH LAH YOU!! Mataair kau aku tak rampas lah! That's not my type of person...Nanti aku call dia suruh dia turun sini baru kau tau siapa Black...kau nak cabar aku eh?! Sioal ah...ni budak nak cabar aku siol!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Eh Black! Jangan ah siak!! AKU TAKOT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black:" AAHH!!! Aku lupe nak bilang kau ni benda...sikit hari Rafa datang balik siak....dia kata ngan aku ngan budak-budak rider yang dia sukakan kau! Kimak....aku tak leh angkat dengar benda-benda yang dia kata siol... Dia cakap " Aku suka lah ngan Azizi yang cute tu, aku suka tengok mata dia lah! Mata dia sexy betol! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "HAH? Kau jangan main-main lah setan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black: SUMPAH! Buat apa ku nak bedek kau ngan kesayangan kau tu! Kau tak caye kau tanya ah ngan budak-budak rider! Eh Ali ! Rafa kata yang dia sukakan Azizi kan, Dia kata mata Azizi Sexy kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali: Ah ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKkkkkkkkkkkkKKKkkKKkkk!!!! SUDAH SUDAH!!!! AKU TAK NAK DENGAR LAGI!!! AKU NAIK GILA KARANG!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck! He actually said that he liked me, and my eyes were sexy??!! That's horribly terrifying to hear that from a guy confessing his feelings towards me! He's 35 and I was only 17... I'm down with a peadophiliac sickness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, Suraya was talking about him with the rest of the staff at the cashier AGAIN. She said" You know what? Rafa came back to Pizza Hut to inform the manager that he had a swollenleg, so he can't run around the restaurant. But here's the catch ! HE RETURNED TO SIGLAP WITH ANOTHER HE-BITCH BY HIS SIDE...they were both sitting at the backyard the other time, having jolly good fun together like llittle girls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suraya continued to show unusual and annoying body expressions, I think she's trying to impersonate Rafa...From the look of her black and stale gay comedy, Suraya re-enacted how Rafa and his "guy" were like at the backyard when she saw them... like playhouse female ragdolls giggling and squirming their bodies together, and bitch-slappin each other as they sat down at beside the longkang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND worst of all, they sat there the WHOLE DAY STARING AT RIDERS AND KITCHEN STAFF TILL NIGHT??!! Oh my God... Suraya added that Palat had seen Rafa HUGGING the guy while they walk HOME TOGETHER!! ENUFF MAN!! I'M BER-LUD-DEE CONVINCED THAT'S HE'S GAY! THERE'S NO NEED FOR MORE EVIDENCES TO SUFFICE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he also said.........................." WHERE'S AZIZI THAT CUTIE BOY? I MISSED HIM SOOO MUCH!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115615569572973326?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115615569572973326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115615569572973326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115615569572973326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115615569572973326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/m-t-u-r-e-t-h-e-m-e-s-r-t-e-d-2-1-0205.html' title='*//* M A T U R E *//* T H E M E S *//* R A T E D 2 1*//* 02:05'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115615562672070888</id><published>2006-08-17T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:52:10.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* M A T U R E *//* T H E M E S *//* R A T E D 2 1*//* 02:04</title><content type='html'>" Err... Encar... Where's Rafa? His roster's states that he's working 12-9 today... But it's 3 pm... Is he having a break ?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Huwahh!! You miss him is it ?? HAHAHA.. Just kidding laaah... Yups... He's having a break with Mahmud..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Eh eh ni filipino...Nak kasi darah aku menyerap satu badan plak...karang ku tempeleng baru kau tau! AND FUCK! He's having a break with Rafa ?? EUEEUEUEHUFHKJFDFKSDJF**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gathered at the cashier counter, awaiting the latest and HOTTEST news coverage about Rafa from Mahmud. Shortly after, Mahmud returned, with a stoink and dumb-struck expression on his face. I was the was the curious monkey there, so I quickly approached to him and asked him what he had talked about with SWEEEEEET Rafa...ahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mahmud.... How's your date with your gay pal? Hahhahaha... You must have a HOT time with him ya! Hhahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sarcastic, just wanna make Mahmud feel irritated and disgusted...But suddenly, he burst into tears....LAUGHING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'm seriously convinced now about Rafa!! He's bloody gay!!! I didn't wanna sit beside him during my break, but he suddenly said "hi!" to me, so I didn't wanna be rude or anything, so I said " Hi! " to him... And suddenly, I talked to him for quite some time... and GOSH!! I can't stop laughing at the way he eats his pizza! He pinches every bit into his mouth so huuuuuumbly and poooolitely like a girl! Shit! But the funniest part was this... He said that he loved the people at pizza hut...especially YOU Azizi!!! He said" I like the people around here, they're very kind and funny...especially Azizi...I like HIM! HE'S SOOOO CUUTE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHA'????? EEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck! I couldn't believe my ears that he said that! I was shocked that SOMEONE had a crush on me! Hee-Hee-Hee **Sniggers and snorts** !! BUT THAT SOMEONE'S A GUY?!?!?! WHAT DA HELL!EEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew from the start that he had a crush on me. Because from the very moment when we first met, he stared on my face for quite a loooong time when he talked to me... AND HIS FACE WAS ONLY A MINISCULE AWAY from mine!! And he said that he loved my eyes so much, DUH! I'm wearing contacts, but I never knew it was THAT attractive... And he always call me and Hidir "ABANG"...MY GOD!! STOP IT HAIQEL! DON TALK ABOUT HIM ANYMORE!! But I couldn't think of anything else except him and words like " What the fuck...what the fuck...what the fuck...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, Mahmud revealed yet another shocking truth about him too. He's actually living in BEDOK SOUTH! What the fuck! Rafa siad that he lived in Tampines! BLOODY HELL! I'M SO NAIVE!!Shirah also mentioned that Rafa lived in front of her rental house at Bedok South...and they're neighbours alright! Shirah even told me that she had seen Rafa with a group of modellish studs, oozing sex appeals...of homosexuality... She said that they're sooooo good-looking, but too bad that they're like THAT like Rafa...Shirah said that she saw Rafa bringing home guys into his house...and PAAAAARTY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Suraya told us that his age was actually 35 years OLD!!! HUUWWAAAAT DAAAA FFFUUUUUCCCCKK!!!! That's aeons older than me!!! I swept from cries of vain back into prayers, thanking Godthat my life was saved! If I went out with him ALONE on that fateful day he asked me out, I could've been... RAPED MERCILESSLY LIKE NONOI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115615562672070888?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115615562672070888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115615562672070888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115615562672070888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115615562672070888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/m-t-u-r-e-t-h-e-m-e-s-r-t-e-d-2-1-0204.html' title='*//* M A T U R E *//* T H E M E S *//* R A T E D 2 1*//* 02:04'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598906544373201</id><published>2006-08-17T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:52:48.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* M A T U R E *//* T H E M E S *//* R A T E D 2 1*//* 02:03</title><content type='html'>We're not criminal bigots towards him and his tenderness, but Rafa's teething troubles at Pizza Hut! He's so annoying at the kitchen, scoring huge jackpots on breaking porcelain and glass. Yeah, he's fast at bussing and setting up tables, but balancing a ton of plates on a single tray over a palm while swaggering towards the kitchen? If he keeps this up everyday, Undeniably unarguably a-must-happen that  things would fling, swoosh, fly, float, flip, flop, chink, crack, splatter. swing, crash, shatter, trash, wallop, kerching, kerchang, kerzap, kebaboom WANTONLY!!! He had broken 2 to 3 soupbowls, 4 plates, 4 to 6 glasses, dropped countless ramekins and pizza pans in the kitchen! And he's HAPPY. GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this hilarious incident that happened when I was not around at Pizza Hut at that time. Hidir, Bear and few others couldn't bear the sissiness of an old goof like him. Rafa was bussing a table and he ran to the kitchen to empty his tray of plates and glasses into the sink, but eventually, he swaggered again and broke a glass. BUT! the funniest part was when he exclaimed  like a Bitch when he dropped the glass " HMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm!!!! Benci nye I !!!!!!"... And everyone went rolling on the floor LOL....hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's always dissappearing at the front-of-the-house everytime, during slumber periods, peak periods or HELL periods. BECAUSE, he's always flirting with the boys behind! EEEWWHH!! Sometimes he would "gelek-gelek" towards the kitchen and pretended to drink a glass of pepsi, and indulge at hot bods and studs of riders and kitchen staff... EEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUHHHhhh!!!! There's no need to suffice evidences to proof that, BECAUSE EVERYONE HAS SEEN IT!!! At Times, he would sit atop of a garbage bin and STARE  at the boys...he would chuckle and smile like little red riding hood when they caught sight of him... And Rafa would BLOOM like golden braids and curls of Goldilock's when they SMILED back at him... And Rafa would melt away to a permanent grin, mesmerized in orgasmic delight, fantasising dreams of orgies of them on the bed, **YEAH I know it's exxagerating... but what the heck! IT'S TRUE!**, if they say " Hi! "... EEEUUUWWWW YAAAUUUUUUCKKKSSS BBLLLUUUUUEEEKKKSS ARRGRGHHHHEHHHEHE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa couldn't bear the orgasm! The climax! The total FUCKING sensation! They're so HOT!!! An intimidating voyeur, he indulges machismotic thoughts and a splendour series of pornographical images of them as nymphs... AND FINALLY, in an act of desperation... He threw his job aside, and became a CASANOVA OF MEN... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahaha...I couldn't bear the madness of what Pizza Hut had become, Rafa approached them without shame and sweet-talked with them, giggle along with them like a little BITCH, ERRRGGGHhhhH!!!! He actually asked or their contct numbers, and I even heard that he asked for their home addresses too!! BY GOD!! Rafa's a faggot, who would drive his victims into his world of gay paranoia, slowly mesmerizing the minds of his victims to fantasize how a hot fuck they could fuck on the bed at night in dim candle-lit room and horse-riding and bitch-slappin' along to Iron Maiden hits. EEEEEEEUUUUWWWWHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! IMAGINE THAT BLOGGERS....IMAGINE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's driving me MAD!!! Everyone was trying to matchmake me with that gay bastard! The most obnoxious idiot to do that was Black, one of the kitchem staff member... Always imperosntaing himself as Rafa, and he always act like a gay boy to me. He winked at me, he hugged me, he kissed me, he seduced me, and tried to SODOMISE ME!! EUEURURFJKDKDFHKJA... What the fuck guys! stop it sial!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598906544373201?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598906544373201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598906544373201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598906544373201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598906544373201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/m-t-u-r-e-t-h-e-m-e-s-r-t-e-d-2-1-0203.html' title='*//* M A T U R E *//* T H E M E S *//* R A T E D 2 1*//* 02:03'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598888545964362</id><published>2006-08-17T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:54:06.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* M A T U R E *//* T H E M E S *//* R A T E D 2 1*//* 02:01</title><content type='html'>I had alsmost forgotten to share this gay story to all of you bloggers! Hahaha...It was more frightening than disgusting actually, because this gayboy, or rather gayMAN had a crush on me! ARGHHh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, it was a sleepy atmosphere in the morning at pizza hut. There were new staff around the house, so it was actually packed with strangers at that time. Then suddenly, I realized that there was an unfamiliar face in the restaurant. He was tall and fair, quite masculine, punk hairstyle, and he always leave a trail of pungent fragrance. He's like a walking bottle of Hugo Boss. Well, not the most decent or good-looking chap, overall he's just an okay and simply simple kind of guy. Except that he have this annoying facial expression every time, like a drag queen, or like a guy impersonating a cabaret kind-of-face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never dared to approach him, let alone spoke to him beacause I'm not used talking to aged people like him. Well, he looks like he's married and a father of a child, and never bothered with him that much. Suddenly, he approached me and asked for my name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi...My name is Rafa, and you are ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err...Hi...I'm Azizi...hehe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** DAMN! why did I chuckled like a gayboy there ???!!! **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really unexpected for him to hold out his hand and shake mine, and he smiled at me like the way he smiled at small children. He's a freaking paedophile if he smiles! From there, We chat for quite some time. He said that he's did a supervisory job at a nearby gas station, and he quit to take up an FNB (Food and Beverages) career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he asked " How long have you been here? How old are you? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err... I'm 16 this year, and I worked for 4 months already...err..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Haha.. You look so young ! Where do you live ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so fuckin' nervous talking to him, but I answered " Err...Tampines...You??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was uneager to ask that. All I wanted was to end the conversation desperately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH! I lived in Tampines too! Which area ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** DAMN! Why is this bastard asking me so much unecessary questions ?! **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, " Oh, err...st...err...Block 701, near the blue mosque...You now where it's situated right ?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**HOLY SHIT! THAT WAS SO DETAILED!! HE'S GOIN TO CHASE ME DOWN! **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh I see... Well, err...I lived err...around err...the central area err...at Tampines "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of the conversation seemed unsual. Rafa seems to be mummering to himself, like a dumb kid. His words staggered at every part of his speech as he mentioned about his whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" AZIZI!!! SINI SKEJAP!!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** ahh!!! Hamizah is calling me!!! thank goodness!!! **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I quickly left him from my sight...cause I would be wrecked with a mental breakdown if the chat should continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy sweeping the restaurant's floor, when suddenly Rafa approached me again. My heart skipped a beat, and damn well don't you get me wrong about this feeling! Suddenly he asked me this question, " Do you know how where to get the cheapest model of that swingie handphone ? Can I look at yours ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Err...sure...here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I placed my phone on his palm. He fiddled with it for a few seconds and suddnly he exclaimed " Oh Yeah!! This's the one that I wanted! The Sony Ericsson W something something! You know my that Hairul Nizam?? That singer?? He's actually my FRIEND and he have the same phne as yours.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I would give a great damn to Hairul Nizam... What's with the bold FRIEND ? Your gay partner ? GOSH!!!! THAT FREAKIN SINGER'S GAY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err, it's W550i... what's with it ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh! I had lost my dearest handphone of this sort during my visit at Changi Hospital. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! I bought it 3 hours before the visit! And I didn't know where I left it after that... Damn... I bought it for almost $900..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the fuck?! $900 ?? That's crazy man! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his body lightly when I mentioned the word "Fuck"...That part gives me the creeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! Errr... Do you know where to find the cheapest model? I want your's really badly! I had to purchase another one before my mum would freak out if she knew that I lost that phone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err...I donnoe bout that....it's really new...I wouldn't think that a second-hand would be on sale right now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I desperately NEED TO GET A NEW ONE! My mum would kill me if she knew I had lost that phone. We are talking about a $900 phone! If she knew, she would stop giving me monthly allowances..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** HUH???!! WHAT THE WHAT??? A MOTHER GIVES MONTHLY ALLOWANCES TO A GUY SO OLD LIKE YOU!! **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I obviously would never believe that he's 22 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Err...I donnoe...I mean...it's really a new model...I don't think there would be a cheap second-hand phone like this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh please!!! I really need to get a new one!! Would you follow me and search for one at Tampines ?? Where can you find the cheapest set of second-hand phones ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""Err...There are a few shops at central Tampines...but ....err.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could complete my sentence, he broke again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" THAT'S fantastic!! C'mon, you and I would go out together to central and search for that phone! " i was like... HUWAT THE FISH... I just met you and you ask me out for a date ???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Errr....I donnoe....I'm working 12 to 9 tomorrow...err...not sure my parents would allow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you gotta help me! Please....I really need the phone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze and stood there like a goofball. I was abolutely vulnerable and naive... I was really uncomfortable talking to him, and I didn't wanna go out with him...I didn't want to loose my virgintity by a male...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** HEY! What the hell am I thinking?? Me getting raped ??? Please stop it! **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Soma arrived and interrupted, "What the bejesus are you two doing here chatting and shoving your phones in front of the customers?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both pushed into the kitchen, and finally Rafa stopped talking. Before he left, he said these few words " Err...Ok...Maybe I'll just ask a few of my members out...Err...what's your handphone number?? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh...it's 81873452 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok...thanks alot!" So he shook my hand, but this time, it rested in my palms for a few seconds before he shove it away.... That was scary; why would he wanna touch my skin and hold on to it for so long like that ?? EUUUh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598888545964362?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598888545964362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598888545964362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598888545964362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598888545964362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/m-t-u-r-e-t-h-e-m-e-s-r-t-e-d-2-1-0201.html' title='*//* M A T U R E *//* T H E M E S *//* R A T E D 2 1*//* 02:01'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598899601740561</id><published>2006-08-17T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:09:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* M A T U R E *//* T H E M E S *//* R A T E D 2 1*//* 02:02</title><content type='html'>I was so traumatized by him. I always scurried near Encar, that Phillipino Manager, and annoy her " Encar! Why do you hire such a scary person here ?! Did you know he asked me out for a DATE when we first met? I never asked for that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" WHAAAT ? Are you so sure of that?? Hahaha... It's okay, you are safe behind me! Soma wants him...because Soma likes himm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** HUWAT???? SOMA'S GAY TOO?? **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Encar! I'm scared lah!! Later he do something stupid on me!! Then I no longer VIRGIN then how seh??! I don't wanna work close with him!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared my experiences with the other staff in Pizza Hut too. I thought I'm the ONLY victim here...But I was shocked to find out more than what meets my eyes, because the others knew about him too and had their OWN creepy experiences with Rafa too! He's HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamizah said " Did you know the other time while we were at section A? He's always fanning himself like a girl outside...so I asked Him " Why you so girlish ah ? "...Then he said " Alaaah, it's very hot lah here..."...I was like...EEEE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Fatin cut in and she shared her own story too..." You know what, the other time Hafiz spotted him wearing make-up!!! He asked Rafa " Why you wear lipstick?? ", we didin't expect him to answer, but he said, " It's very hooooot lah"....I was like, what has make-up gotta do with temperature?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Suraya also shared her part " You know that Rafa guy, he always squeezing his cheeks. You know what, only GIRLS do that if they wear blushes... AND HE WEARS BLUSHES!! Ya Allah... The other time his blushes was so obvious ! Because it had those shining glitters on the cheek! And you know what, he wears brown lipstick!! He said it was lip gloss...But lip gloss wouldn't be SO dark and creamy right??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Hafiz became a victim of Rafa. The other day, Rafa approached him and asked for his number! Oh My Gosh! Hafiz said " He asked for my number? Fuck Off! I never gave it to him! I don't trust him...He would do something bad if I would Give him the number!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were all convinced that he wasn't straight. Days passed, and even more news and rumours spread all around pizza hut. It was only the beginning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598899601740561?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598899601740561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598899601740561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598899601740561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598899601740561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/m-t-u-r-e-t-h-e-m-e-s-r-t-e-d-2-1-0202.html' title='*//* M A T U R E *//* T H E M E S *//* R A T E D 2 1*//* 02:02'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598869460164143</id><published>2006-08-15T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:24:49.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* S E N S I T I V E *//*</title><content type='html'>I ate, drank, slept, shit and prayed in the most MEMORABLE YEAR!!! Hahahaha... So much things had happened through the autumns, springs and summmers in PIZAAAA HUUUUUT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku teringat zaman Nora kat pizzahut...There was Edmund, Mahmud, Shirah, Hidir and many more jokers. The other time, si Connie baru nak rasa-rasa jadi CSR. SO CONFIDENT GILEER BABI, dia diri kat luar. When a couple approached her, dia sikit peh bengap, dia jerit " HI GOOD AFTERNNOON!!! WELCOMET TO KFC!!!"...AHAHAHHAHA...And Mahmud nye kes pun sama...he said " HI GOOD AFTERNOON!! WELCOME TO BURGER KING!!! " ahahahhahaha...lepak siow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I WAS THE MOST PATHETIC worker there... I was only carrying 2 glasses of Pepsi, and one spilled on this Malay customer, then another time, I was carrying a glass of ONE SMALL TINY GLASS OF ORNGE JUICE, ntah macam mana, boleh tsunami atas badan budak kecik....mak dia dah jeling-jeling kat aku siol!! hahahaha...FREE SHOWER ANYONE ??&lt;br /&gt;AND MOST LEPAK, is when sara told me about the time she spilled 20 glasses of icewater on a single Indian customer...the customer bukannya marah, tapi boleh happy lagi ade! the Achi was like " HAHAHAHA!!! SO COLD!!" hahhaha, abih sara teros mental breakdown gi lockup diri dia pat dalam cold room for 20 minutes...hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WORST promotion in Pizza Hut was the HSBC-$1-treats. Lagi-lagi waktu holiday, when all of them SERBU masok dalam restoran sesuka hati tanpa dijemput. They all macam TERSENDAT kat cashier macam Zombie. It's very leceh ah, because you can only key in one order of the $1 treat in a single reeipt, than you have to ask for th code from the customers, and then stamp on their shopping receipt, and then ask for their credit cards, swipe swipe swipe non-stop!... I mean, their pizza was like only a dollar, ada maseh cerewet nak mampos like " I don wan cheese in my pizsa ah! ", " My hawaii pisa DON WAN pineapple ah!", " My supreme pisa don wan capsicum olives and Onions ah!", AND OF COURSE " Can I change my piza to a VEGGIE LOVERS ?" ahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah and Fatin dah jadi macam Police Pizza kat luar restaurant. I mean, diorang dua dah maut trying to barricade mualap-mualap pizza...But in the end, ni family secara langsong funfair diorang, main serbu jek masok dalam restoran. Then in the end, they got LOST inside, donnoe where the hell to sit and eat, and tak tentu pasal JERIT-JERIT kat manager..." I wan complain!! Why you got no table for us to sit ah?? This is soooo inconvenient...I'M NOT EATING HERE ANYMORE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling annoying while I work at the restaurant, are the Indian customers. Not being rascist or whatsoever, tapi diorang jugak yang paling Sombong and Annoying. There was this family, A muthu ngan dia peh isteri, ngan anak dia dua ekor....ngan muke kerek nak mampos mintak I order. I was like " Hi good evening! My name is Haikal! I'll be your ordertaker for your fucking day today! How may I ..." And suddenly HE cut in " Yeah yeah! Whateverrr, just take my Orrrderrr, my family is starrrving, so make it Fast"... Biadap SUNGGOH SI! MACAM BIASA, diorang nye staple food, pizza sayor, tapi this particular customer said " Boi.. My family cannot eat Chicken and Beef, do you have any vegetarian meal for us ??" Hmmm...I was like, DUUUH, mana lah korang ada pilihan lain untuk makan kan!... So kambing-kambing tu semua agree nak makan pizza veggie lover's... Tapi this time, NO mushrooms and onions and CHEESE ?? Mak kau peh laki!! Might as well kau petik-petik tumbuhan ngan bunga kat luar sana, selet kat roti makan kat rumah ngan kauh dalca kegemaran kau kat rumah kan lagi molek and Sedap! EEEEK!! Veggie Lovers taste like Fuck! it's like eating grass and leaves on bread!! blueekkk!!! ISHK! DARAH AKU MENYERAP SATU TUBOH... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're always making SOOOOOOOO much fuss in Pizza Hut... Aku teringat satu keling terJERIT-JERIT kat telinga aku sebab Icewater tak keluar?? Ya ampuns....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku paling kesian is Hidir, My best bud in Pizza Hut waktu dulu... He and I dah macam German Nazi anti-pundek kat Pizza Hut (Harap maklom budak-budak skinhead ye!)... Hidop dia sengsara sejak dia Jejak langkah baru in Pizza Hut. Baru nak merasa bagaimana seronok kerja di sebuah restoran, dia dahkene campak kat hari yang  tengah FULL HOUSE GILER BABI... And belom sempat mengucap tengok keadaan Restoran yang begitu riuh, dia dah kene maki ngan keling" Eh boi!! HUWHERE is my veggie lover's pizzza???????!!!!"....hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time, there is this group of four indian customers. Satu-satu peh muke macam nak mintak tempeleng hebat dari tanganku, muke semua dah jeling-jeling tengok aku. Abih bapak dia buat pael, bebual ngan aku macam nak carik gadoh... I MEAN APALAH SALAH AKU TERHADAP KAU NYE BANGSA?? KAU NAK PERANG KEBANGSAAN STAKAT PIZZA SAYOR KAU???... And kejadian yang paling PAI SEH aku dibuat oleh si SHIRAH, is the time when she approach me and said " Eh, Keling tu mintak BBQ sauce argh, aku sebok ni!! kau kasikan k!! thanks thanks!!" Abih dia kelam-kabot gi picit botol BBQ sos atas lasagne plate yang ada kerak-kerak and bekas-bekas orang makan. Ngan muke serious dia, dia paksa-paksa aku hantar tu benda kat customer keling aku tadi. "Shirah! kau biar betol siak diorang nak ni benda ! Kau jangan main-main!"...."SUMPAH! diorang nak!! EH LEKAS LEKAS !! NANTI DIORANG COMPLAIN LAH!!"... So dia tolak aku kluar, aku pun hantar tu benda kat keling tu... Dengan muke aku YANG HUMBLE ni, aku tanya " Errr...err...did you order...errr... THIS sir?? Err...Err..."... Then the keling like " WHAT ??? **his fingers pulling the lasagne plate** WHAT RUBBISH IS THIS ?? I NEVER ASK FOR THIS CRAP!! " Family dorang tepranjat berok tengok kerak-kerak daging with BBQ sos. I was like " MAK KAU PEH LAKI AH SHIRAAAAH!!!!!!!! ", customer semua stare-stare aku siol!! hahahhaa...malu siak!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598869460164143?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598869460164143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598869460164143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598869460164143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598869460164143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/s-e-n-s-i-t-i-v-e.html' title='*//* S E N S I T I V E *//*'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598720368356096</id><published>2006-08-12T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:37:37.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*// A t *//* G E N E S I S *//*</title><content type='html'>She &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;At Genesis... 8th of June 2006... 11.43pm&lt;br /&gt;Damnation... saturday 12.57am...12 of August...2006...&lt;br /&gt;I thanked Satan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598720368356096?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598720368356096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598720368356096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598720368356096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598720368356096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/t-g-e-n-e-s-i-s.html' title='*// A t *//* G E N E S I S *//*'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598812213079438</id><published>2006-08-11T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:46:14.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:07</title><content type='html'>"What the fuck? Is it a fact that she's eyeing with another guy?" "Yeah! She's in relationship with my brother's (motherfucking) friend... His name is Anoh... I'm afraid your're being two-timed Haiqel..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true... My love was in love with another love. Her filthy little secret was finally exposed by the very eyes of Nazurah. I was restless for the whole day. My legs were numb, my eyes are blurred, my hair kept unkempt, my unchanged clothes, smelled of pungent heat and sweat, I stood still in front of the mirror... I was left to embrace in the world where lover's were left to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final question " You know a guy named Anoh ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her answer " I'm sorry...but I can't be with you anymore... take care and goodbye..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598812213079438?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598812213079438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598812213079438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598812213079438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598812213079438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/d-u-s-k-h-e-r-e-m-b-r-c-e-0107.html' title='*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:07'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598805489551132</id><published>2006-08-11T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:45:33.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:06</title><content type='html'>A MONTH OF SILENCE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** YOUR DAMNATION'S HERE...LET US TASTE THE BITTERNESS OF LOVE'S MORTALITY **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never contacted at all, never talked on the phone, SMSs left unentertained by her, no words to wisdom the fact that she's still in love with me."Where are you dear ??? You're so near to me in my heart, but so far insight, where are you now?? Are you at home?? Are you in school??? Or are you...With another guy..."(me...)A question left unanswered, sogged deep into my heart, I stood still in absolute stupidity, waiting and waiting for her answer of call, dying to get in touch with her yet again, my mind was mesmesrized with a paradigm of shadows of guilt, thinking hard and recalling for whatever shit have I done to silence her... [[And as I broke under God seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul was on thin ice.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** IT'S TIME YOU FINALLY GET TO KNOW THE VERDICT OF YOUR SUCKING CHEAP AND BORING LIFE WITH YOUR FAGGOT...SPEECHES OF LOVE DAMNATION BEFALLEN BEFORE YOU...SHE IS IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER FAGGOT**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598805489551132?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598805489551132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598805489551132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598805489551132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598805489551132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/d-u-s-k-h-e-r-e-m-b-r-c-e-0106.html' title='*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:06'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598801174337306</id><published>2006-08-11T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:44:53.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:05</title><content type='html'>On our anniversary, I bought for her a make-up kit, and that fuckin' gift had made me went through alot of feuds with Farzanah, Aliff and Aisah. Well, I bought it at Johore Bahru, after 5 hours of shopping there, they grew tired to find her a perfect present. I gave up, and gave her that.And she really liked it! Well, to the extend that she say that it was the bestest of present she ever got from her ex-es...So we met only for 2 hours in our journey back to Tampines from Escape Theme Park. Before hand, I asked her out to follow us too. But she said that she had to wait for her friend to upload her holiday homeworks into her computer through e-mail. So she had to wait. I waited....and waited...and waited...till it's 5. Finally, she appeared at the entrance, and I was so relieved that she came at last! So I thought we could catch up with our date at the esplanade on that day together, but she said that she had to reach home before 8.A bit dissapointed, but I did'nt wanna her parents to nag at her.So we went back home at 7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598801174337306?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598801174337306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598801174337306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598801174337306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598801174337306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/d-u-s-k-h-e-r-e-m-b-r-c-e-0105.html' title='*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:05'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598795057978257</id><published>2006-08-11T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:43:34.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:04</title><content type='html'>2 weeks later... She was released from the hospital, and we talked again on the phone. I grew worried about her health. And we never contacted each other for quite some time. Not quite actually, it was like...WE NEVER CONTACTED FOR SUCHA A FUCKING LONG TIME. Coincidentally, we both returned back to Pizza hut. But we only met for 3 days over a week there."I love you dear..." (she...)"I love you too...I really missed you over the whole month of our relationship...I never actually get to know you alot more better...if this continues...something bad would happen to our relationship..." (me...)" Eh...you ni merepek lar...hahaha...don't say things like that" (she...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598795057978257?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598795057978257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598795057978257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598795057978257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598795057978257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/d-u-s-k-h-e-r-e-m-b-r-c-e-0104.html' title='*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:04'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598790123967800</id><published>2006-08-11T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:40:37.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:03</title><content type='html'>My heart grew weary of waiting, so I gave her a call..." Baby...Where were you ?? I've always waited for your call, or a least a word from an sms that your're still in contact with me...or at most, in love with me...Where were you darling?? I know I had temporarily quit my job...but you can't just keep things this quiet..."(me...)" Dear...I'm at the hospital...I have problem with my appendix...Sorry dear, can't talk to you right now... I'm at E.R..."(she...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK ??? SHE'S SICK AND SHE NEVER TOLD ME ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598790123967800?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598790123967800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598790123967800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598790123967800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598790123967800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/d-u-s-k-h-e-r-e-m-b-r-c-e-0103.html' title='*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:03'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598786522929728</id><published>2006-08-11T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:58:23.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:02</title><content type='html'>The very date, as far as I could recall, in between the second few weeks of our relationship, I started to miss her... We had never spoke for a week! Even through the telephone or handphone, or even an sms... We never actually contacted each other. I was really in a state of "Jiwang Berok" at home. Sometimes I never talked to my parents or friends at school, because my heart was in sober."Gosh...what's happening to her?? Where is she now?? What she's doing?? Is she in school?? I she working??"She and I worked at the same restaurant in Siglap Pizza Hut. We never really spoke or even give a hint to our colleagues that we're in love. We didn't want Palat or Hadi to know.And again, fate slammed into my mind again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** AHAH!! YOU CHIMP... PALAT AND HADI ARE BOTH EYEING ON DIAN!! WANNA KNOW A FACT BOY??? HAHAHA...ONCE, HADI KISSED ON YOUR BELOVED'S CHEEK AT THE CINEMA!! AND PALAT FLIRTED WITH HER EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY MEET TOGETHER AT THE RESTAURANT!!! THEY HUG THEY DANCE AND SUNG WITH JOY TOGETHER WHILE YOUR ASS WAS KEPT AT HOME **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was true... Hadi did kissed her on her cheek while the three of us went out to catch a movie. It's devastating that some faggot licked his saliva on my girl's cheek... Then again, I kept silenced...And GOD! Palat was far worst... Dian Was hugged and kissed and bitten by that punk. I never had seen such a scandolous act before, but a few of my friends repoted to me about their mini love life at pizza hut when I'm not around.At the middle of the month, she had to undergo a specialist's course in her NCC. I think it was a week. She left on monday. I gave her SMSes taht I really missed her so much. She never replied, well obviously, she's at training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday however, while I and my mates of ITE hangout at Tampines mall in the afternoon, I WAS SO FUCKING SHOCKED THAT SHE WAS THERE DRESSED AT HER VERY BEST...with a guy beside her."Who's the he I met right after we met coincidentally at opposites escalators?" (me...)"Oh...that's my NCC officer, he sent me home from training"(she...) "But...err...I thought your last training was on saturday ??"(me...)" Err...I pretended to fall sick in between the courses...I can't take it...It's reallly stressful and boring...So I left"(she...)" But you never told me about it..."(me...)" Err...my prepaid was low that time sayang...sorry alright"(she...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598786522929728?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598786522929728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598786522929728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598786522929728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598786522929728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/d-u-s-k-h-e-r-e-m-b-r-c-e-0102.html' title='*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:02'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11570528.post-115598764248072243</id><published>2006-08-11T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T12:58:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:01</title><content type='html'>"What the fuck? Is it a fact that she's eyeing with another guy?" "Yeah! She's in relationship with my brother's (motherfucking) friend... His name is Anoh... I'm afraid your're being two-timed Haiqel..."I couldn't believe what my ears have heard... And as I gave my final prayers to God, I sought for forgiveness and the hear the answer to my undying unforgettable unentertained question...WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE TO GIRLS TO DESERVE SUCH A CHEAP LOUSY FATE??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of my relationship with her, I've always heard nonsensical unlogical out-of-the-human's-mind sort of rumours. A few claimed that she's not a virgin, she's been raped and fucked a guy before. I don't wanna believe it, and never to be believed if it's really a fact, because she's too young innocent naive to experience a pornographic sex lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** YOU STUPID FEEBLE-MINDED MONKEY, LET ME SLAP YOU WITH THIS WORDS FROM YOUR FUCKING GIRL **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had claimed that she had 40 ex-es."Oh my God ??? Are you damn serious about that ?? Wow...that's...err...quite alot for a young girl like you...Anyway...I don't care about how many ex you have...I just wanna start a new life for you...and for you to start yours now with me baby"... (me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** BLAST!!! YOUR'RE SUCHA A NAIVE BASTARD. LET ME SLAP YOU WITH A FEW MORE FROM HER AGAIN **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well baby...My ex-es were from different walks of life...most were mat-rips...they drink....AND DUUUUH...they smoke also...A few had sex scandals...but I never last long with them...some were after my body....but I never accept them...A few of my ex were drug addicts too...And hell!! I never last a few days with them..."" (she...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** ARE YOU FUCKIN' CONVINCED MOTHER FUCKER ??? SHE'S A WHORE!!! WHY CAN'T YOU SEE A THE CLEAR VISION OF HER LIFE OUTSIDE??? **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hahaha....serious??? Well dear, I just hope you don't get in touch with them again.. I just wanna be with you forever...Let's forget about those stuff you did back then right...Love you..." (me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** LISTEN HERE BOY...FOR PITINESS SAKE, I LET YOU BREATHE, EAT, SLEEP AND SHIT WITH HER NAME STILL CARVED IN YOUR HOPELESS HEART...SINCE THIS IS YOUR 1ST, I LET YOU TASTE LOVE LIFE WITH YOUR SO-CALLED DEAREST FOR A MONTH... **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, fate had given me a chance for my love for her to bloom. Our relationship was kept silenced, we didn't want any goons to know and comment and criticise our love life. I was really high in a state of orgasmic infatuation when we exchanged body heat in the passenger seat as I sent her home from our 1st date. Before that, we had held our hands togather for the 1st time too, and I we promised each other that our relationship will last forev..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** HOLD YOUR TOUNGE BOY... YOUR'RE SUCHA A CHEAP LOUSY FAGGOT WHEN YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THAT...IT WON'T LAST IDIOT!! THE SIMPLE REASON IS...YOU HAD ALREADY KNEW ALL THIS WHILE THAT SHE'S A WHORE!!! **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11570528-115598764248072243?l=emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/feeds/115598764248072243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11570528&amp;postID=115598764248072243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598764248072243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11570528/posts/default/115598764248072243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emo-angst-anger.blogspot.com/2006/08/d-u-s-k-h-e-r-e-m-b-r-c-e-0101.html' title='*//* D u s K *//* &amp; *//* H e R *//* E m b r a c e *//* 01:01'/><author><name>xXINDIEanakXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06951811044205566035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/4232/1024/DSC01506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
