<?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-8577336529566622923</id><updated>2011-09-02T00:46:41.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought or Two</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harrizs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09416463109744782377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5HWp_1XQ9I/S0zRBiXlRMI/AAAAAAAAABY/gSh11w2tr1g/S220/Ferringhi+Bistro.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577336529566622923.post-2912126584977867006</id><published>2011-03-15T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:12:03.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>Finished my 4th semester at the Money Sucking University (MSU) last week. Exams were pretty tough and I think I'm going to fail 1 subject :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets look at the bright side. I'm fucking freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! No class for 2 whole weeks and I've already enjoyed the beginning of my holiday with a wonderful party celebrating one of Jean's friend's birthday. The contents of the party will remain classified xD&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure though, there is no way in hell that would be the last. June, u just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to further utilize my holiday, my dear parents have strapped me to a seat of a Boeing 747, making course for Europe. (thanks mom and dad, you guys are awesome!) Yes, that's right bitches, Euro trip babeyhhhh!!! There are some bad news though. 1st one is Jeane's not coming with me, 2, I'll be alone with my sister, 3, it's a freaking 8 degrees in Edinburgh. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a lot has happened since December. It's really astonishing what 4 months can change. Attitudes, behaviors, beliefs, even talking pattern changes rapidly. Thank god for new friends. I'm not saying I don't like the old ones, just not too sure those old "friends" came with "good" intentions. But then again, fuck them. I pay for my own food and the roof over my head, they've been nothing but troublesome and problematic. I won't go too much into it this time to keep my rants short. However, here's a food for thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because you're that cheap and that stingy, don't assume other people will lead your ignorant, pathetic life as well. The earth revolves around the sun...NOT YOU. so stay humble, be less self centered and self absorbed and try to give more instead of just taking. Pesticides are for parasites. Do u want me to use it on u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577336529566622923-2912126584977867006?l=harrizswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2912126584977867006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2011/03/holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/2912126584977867006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/2912126584977867006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2011/03/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>Harrizs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09416463109744782377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5HWp_1XQ9I/S0zRBiXlRMI/AAAAAAAAABY/gSh11w2tr1g/S220/Ferringhi+Bistro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577336529566622923.post-7932834382507389451</id><published>2010-12-05T05:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T06:03:31.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>283 months later...</title><content type='html'>Being grateful doesn't come easy. We are always consumed by lust, wanting more then what we can have, setting skyhigh benchmarks which are next to impossible to achieve. Why does this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After 23 years, 6 months and 9 days breathing the same air as everybody else, I realised that I'm not happy with the path of life that I have chosen. In fact, I yearn to turn back time and set things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Regret has never been in my dictionary but I guess as I grow older, I'm starting to understand what mom and dad meant. I feel like I've gone so far off the actual road, it's hard to see where I came from. I want to change. I want to be a better person, a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; person, for me, for Jean, for mom and dad and for my sister. But sadly, that's not the case. I feel like I've been letting everybody down, even myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What's holding me back? Why can't I excel? This is a question that's been haunting me for quite sometime now. I have the plans but everytime I try to execute, I face roadblocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dear God, please make me stronger, please give me strength. There's nothing more I want then to change into a better person. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577336529566622923-7932834382507389451?l=harrizswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7932834382507389451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/12/283-months-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/7932834382507389451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/7932834382507389451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/12/283-months-later.html' title='283 months later...'/><author><name>Harrizs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09416463109744782377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5HWp_1XQ9I/S0zRBiXlRMI/AAAAAAAAABY/gSh11w2tr1g/S220/Ferringhi+Bistro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577336529566622923.post-6262334041800598533</id><published>2010-10-07T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T02:43:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It's been a while...A lot of things happened. Good things.&lt;br /&gt;To start off, me and Iznie celebrated our 1 year anniversary on the 9th of August, 2 months ago. I can't describe how happy I am that the relationship has lasted this long. Parents are great, life is great, we're communicating with each other, respecting each other and being very understanding. Everything seems to be smooth sailing. Thank you for being by my side always Sayang, I want you to know that you have been a great partner through good and bad. It's been a SUPERB relationship so here's to the ones coming after this, I want MORE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's not all that's great with the girlfriend, we also had some really surreal experiences. To start off, we went for a trip to Perhentian. Awesome Island! VERY beautiful. It was our gifts to each other in celebrating our 1 year anniversary. Took the plane to Kota Bharu and rode a cab until Kuala Besut then it was another 45 minutes on the speed boat. Hell yeah, it was scary but what an experience! Went snorkeling, saw sharks, touched a turtle, got stung by a jellyfish, got stung by Nemo's house, to sum it up, a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SURREAL ISLAND EXPERIENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A few weeks after that, we got an additional member to the family, Auggie, a Bengal-Scottish fold kitten. Very noisy and needy though but it's ok. We still love you Auggie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not too long after that, installed an air conditioning unit in our room due to the intense heat. Personally, i felt that it was the best thing that could ever happen to the room! Hahahaha! Now both Auggie and Hootchie likes to sleep directly underneath the ac. Spoilt cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After the air conditioning, I decided to splurge again and took the girlfriend on a short mini vacation to Melaka. Stayed in a boutique hotel (that's what she told me), it was small, the outside was not so nice but gosh, the inside was 5 star! Seriously, I couldn't believe the interior designing of the room. We went sightseeing, ate at a Peranakan Restaurant, went to a spa (awesome treatment, very, very relaxing) and visited Iznie's bestie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 weeks ago, the girlfriend had had enough of touch screen phones. Started nagging and cursing at her's cos it was all sluggish and slow. Pfffftttt! So last week, we bought ourselves a Bold 9700, black for me, white for her. I was amazed at the advancement in telecommunication technology these days, haven't been keeping up with the trend. The Bold is an awesome device, it's almost like having a computer right in the palm of your hand. Connectivity is a major plus! Thumbs up for RIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, there it is. The missing pieces. Our 3 months of joy. I love you Sayang. Thanks for making life great. Loving somebody finally isn't a chore. It's amazing how happiness kills time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577336529566622923-6262334041800598533?l=harrizswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6262334041800598533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/6262334041800598533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/6262334041800598533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Harrizs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09416463109744782377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5HWp_1XQ9I/S0zRBiXlRMI/AAAAAAAAABY/gSh11w2tr1g/S220/Ferringhi+Bistro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577336529566622923.post-2293104518840738009</id><published>2010-07-05T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:41:13.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many girlfriends were you used to having?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;errr...can't remember...I don't keep track =.=&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/harrizs?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577336529566622923-2293104518840738009?l=harrizswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2293104518840738009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-many-girlfriends-were-you-used-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/2293104518840738009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/2293104518840738009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-many-girlfriends-were-you-used-to.html' title='How many girlfriends were you used to having?'/><author><name>Harrizs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09416463109744782377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5HWp_1XQ9I/S0zRBiXlRMI/AAAAAAAAABY/gSh11w2tr1g/S220/Ferringhi+Bistro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577336529566622923.post-7657479117141997756</id><published>2010-07-05T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:40:47.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how much do u love your current girlfriend? and how is she different from your ex's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;VERY VERY VERY VERY MUCH! More than I love myself xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, she's NOT a psycho =D&lt;br /&gt;She makes me like cats.&lt;br /&gt;She makes me like concerts.&lt;br /&gt;She makes me fly xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/harrizs?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577336529566622923-7657479117141997756?l=harrizswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7657479117141997756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-much-do-u-love-your-current.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/7657479117141997756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/7657479117141997756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-much-do-u-love-your-current.html' title='how much do u love your current girlfriend? and how is she different from your ex&amp;#39;s?'/><author><name>Harrizs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09416463109744782377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5HWp_1XQ9I/S0zRBiXlRMI/AAAAAAAAABY/gSh11w2tr1g/S220/Ferringhi+Bistro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577336529566622923.post-5934470878304583721</id><published>2010-06-29T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:22:05.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>I want to thank you for loving me with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for letting down the walls around you and accepting me in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for putting up with all my crap for the past 10 months and 20 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for every morning hug u give me even when I'm stinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for smiling every time I get mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for holding my hands even though they are 'flawed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for waking up in the middle of the night to find something to cover my fur infested pillow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for taking me to nice places I've never been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for supporting me live this already hard life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, I want to thank you for allowing me to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much. Sometimes it's hard to show, sometimes the body does not respond to what the heart wants it to do and during those hard times, I want u to know and remember that I am thankful to have you and I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs067.ash2/36707_403813182097_687537097_4632639_1048531_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 192px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs067.ash2/36707_403813182097_687537097_4632639_1048531_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577336529566622923-5934470878304583721?l=harrizswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5934470878304583721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/5934470878304583721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/5934470878304583721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Harrizs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09416463109744782377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5HWp_1XQ9I/S0zRBiXlRMI/AAAAAAAAABY/gSh11w2tr1g/S220/Ferringhi+Bistro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577336529566622923.post-2609798664993227513</id><published>2010-03-27T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T07:43:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Can't sleep, tired as fuck, eyes are watery, head feels like exploding...yadayadayada...u get the picture. I don't know why it has been impossible for me to get any sleep at all these past few weeks. I'm well aware of the usual "can't sleep but at 7am I'm snoring my ass off to Lala Land" but this is way different. It's like my eyes won't close, they don't feel sleepy at all! FUCKKKKKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough with the boring stuff, let's get to the juicy ones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO BITCH! &lt;-- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHICH IS HER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wakakakakaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean hello pathetic, psychotic, delusional, v&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;in, lowlife, cheap skank, retarded etc. etc...BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;I heard you've been VERY pathetic lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copying a whole blog and pasting it in your own blog is UNCOOL dude! or bitch or bastard whatever, you choose cos &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oow...and you still owe me money. Haram lah duit itu dunia dan akhirat. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;APE?! Harta dunia? Tak boleh bawak masuk kubur?! HUH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takde duit, cakap je la takde duit wahai si bastard, tak payah nak jadi ustazah, bukak mazhab sane sini, kuliyah orang dari atas sampai bawah, keluarkan fatwa mengalahkan imam masjid ye? Yang tak boleh bawak masuk kubur duit, haram tetap haram...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;renungkanlah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;-- gaya dan nada ustaz ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you'll be able to find the money to pay me back, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which is my money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sikit-sikit, lame-lame jadi bukit&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Kau dah kutuk2 aku, kau ingat aku nak bayar ye?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mestilah! Kutuk tu untuk 7 bulan yang kau tak bayar lagi ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BODOH&lt;/span&gt;. Nanti bile kau dah bayar.................................aku sambung lah kutuk lagi! Wakakakakaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I'm done. No more talk about money, the bastard, the vEin copycat-er etc...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving in to an apartment in Shah Alam next week (this Sunday actually) YEAY! Going to pursue my bachelors in finance (which I have no idea about). Wish me luck everybody. (Except &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, I don't need you wishing me anything, suey la kau!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, me and Jean are planning a holiday to Perhentian Island in May. Can't wait for that. I hope everything works out. What's next baby? Perth? Sounds fun kan? I love you, thank you for taking me on holidays. I've never been to any place with my ex, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;which is HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :p Wakakakakaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it from me for now. I have loads to write but not sleeping makes information in my head get all jumbled up =.="&lt;br /&gt;Will add more later. &lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577336529566622923-2609798664993227513?l=harrizswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2609798664993227513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/03/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/2609798664993227513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/2609798664993227513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/03/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Harrizs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09416463109744782377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5HWp_1XQ9I/S0zRBiXlRMI/AAAAAAAAABY/gSh11w2tr1g/S220/Ferringhi+Bistro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577336529566622923.post-5762220882335471490</id><published>2010-01-15T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:42:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taknak kawan sudah, name kau dolah, tetek kau sebelah xD</title><content type='html'>Since you gave lollipops to 5 year old dicks to write your blog, i hope "those" Tadika Kristal infants read this. I dunnoe how to reply so read the title, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've also found out something new...Not only are you delusional, you're also &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IN DENIAL&lt;/span&gt;. Jeezz! Talk about major brain tumor! Maybe you can pay a visit to Lowyat Plaza and tell the apekzz there "saya punye wire sulah manyak shot owww, buat saya jd sohai noob, lu boleh tolong kasi adjust ka?" I really hope this solves your problem cos no sane doctor would ever come within a 50 mile radius of your crazy ass "disease" or YOU for that matter. You're just too fucked up. Denial+delusional = DUMB DICK = YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank you for deleting all those "evidence" about my dad, what you said about me, about Jean and those other crazy shit you were lying and ranting to the whole world about. However, it still doesn't change the fact that you talk bull (awak cakap lembu...awak lembu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...enough crap. Here's the thing...&lt;br /&gt;1) Tak pernah kacau?&lt;br /&gt;You rant to the whole world, talk shit about me behind my back, "make a movie" about things I never did, "wrote a book" about my girlfriend and my family and you say x kacau? See? My 1st point already proves my claims about you being delusional and in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You regret knowing me? I don't...I get to know a bastard. Not everybody gets that chance =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Spit in my face?&lt;br /&gt;Layak ke? Babi pon belum tentu nk terima ludah kau =) &lt;-- DELUSIONAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VEIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;-- PLAIN STUPID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Venous_system_en.svg/250px-Venous_system_en.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 354px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Venous_system_en.svg/250px-Venous_system_en.svg.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would suggest &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://www.britishcouncil.org/malaysia.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, I know! You don't need it, you're &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; right! RIGHT?! &lt;-- IN DENIAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Next time you want to write, don't order 5 year olds to do it for you. It insults my intelligence =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577336529566622923-5762220882335471490?l=harrizswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5762220882335471490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/taknak-kawan-sudah-name-kau-dolah-tetek.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/5762220882335471490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/5762220882335471490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/taknak-kawan-sudah-name-kau-dolah-tetek.html' title='Taknak kawan sudah, name kau dolah, tetek kau sebelah xD'/><author><name>Harrizs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09416463109744782377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5HWp_1XQ9I/S0zRBiXlRMI/AAAAAAAAABY/gSh11w2tr1g/S220/Ferringhi+Bistro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577336529566622923.post-6132048183780302223</id><published>2010-01-13T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:40:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Fucking Cunt!</title><content type='html'>3 years I tolerated, 3 FUCKING years! Now when people ask me "how DID you cope?", "why DID you stay?", "what DID you do?", I stand like a numb-nuts not knowing whether to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a) answer, get myself beaten up with the ridiculous come back they're about to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) stay quiet and still have them beat me up over an act of idiocracy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, I'm screwed no matter how you look at it. In short, I was an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; A foolish or stupid person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A person of profound &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mental retardation&lt;/span&gt; having a mental age below three years and generally being unable to learn connected speech or guard against &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;common dangers&lt;/span&gt;. The term belongs to a classification system no longer in use and is now considered offensive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;(http://www.answers.com/topic/idiot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I don't even know how I managed to stay for 3 fucking long, gruesome years. I guess 18 is the age when my brain (and all other senses for that matter) shut down. Anyway, back to the topic of discussion. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TRAMP&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, you. No, you're not vain, don't worry, not this time, I am writing this specifically for you.&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I would like to ask you a simple question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE YOU  FUCKING DELUSIONAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you fall down and hit your head hard on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;rocks-for-mentally-challenged-bastards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fuck have I ever text-ed you and ask for you to come the fuck back to me?! (Please refer to definition of idiot number 2), I admit, I WAS but I'm not that person anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make fucking stories up, don't mesh up your sick, pathetic dreams with reality cos believe me, if reality doesn't, I WILL whack you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a drama, you aren't holding the camera, you can't Photoshop this like you do with your horrid face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so patient with you and your stupid little high school play. Hoping that one day, you'll come to your senses and realise how sick your fetish for drama is and put it all away, back in the past. I guess I was wrong. Screw you! I will never hold anything back from you from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Jean was right. Oh, talking about Jean, what is it with you and being delusional? Don't make false claims, don't venture into unknown waters, don't say things too big for your mouth to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She DID NOT do anything wrong. I came to her, I called her, I started to sms her cos YOU were too stupid and psychotic to be with. And spare the respect bull. Your respect means JACK FUCK to us. Bukak tingkap kau and look out the window, nampak sampah2 keliling kau tu tak? (JANGAN CAKAP TAKDE, I KNOW YOU FUCKING LIVE IN THE SLUMPS) That's what your stupid so called "respect" means to us. Don't need it, don't want it, couldn't care less about it (this also applies to you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, please, please, please stop writing shit about Jean, my family, MY FATHER, me and those I care for. As for you, you could die and go to hell 7 times and it wouldn't make even a minute change in my life. Hope your retarded brain cells can react to this blog. Make sure they process it accordingly. Every time you have the urge to mesh up your facts while reading this, find a large, hard object and whack your head (as many times as it takes) to snap back to reality. I believe I have used simple and understandable jargon for that diseased-infected brain off yours.  Peace and fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577336529566622923-6132048183780302223?l=harrizswrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6132048183780302223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-fucking-cunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/6132048183780302223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577336529566622923/posts/default/6132048183780302223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrizswrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-fucking-cunt.html' title='You Fucking Cunt!'/><author><name>Harrizs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09416463109744782377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y5HWp_1XQ9I/S0zRBiXlRMI/AAAAAAAAABY/gSh11w2tr1g/S220/Ferringhi+Bistro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
