<?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-4080714024740995092</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:18:31.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost White.</title><subtitle type='html'>I guess you could say 3 is my lucky number.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096242857549602818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDhH-NY58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B5CgvTYxpmc/S220/DSC08960.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-4080714024740995092.post-5169216955857097859</id><published>2009-12-18T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:00:32.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Experience Worth My Time</title><content type='html'>Hah! SPM is finally over ( &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eventhough &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sentuh buku pun tak&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of SPM was a great event for most people. But for me, it was kinda sad. My fellow mates here in Bukit Jelutong are actually kinda fun ( only a handful of them though. ). While only spending almost a year in this new environment, I was able to adapt to the surroundings here and cope with everything happening around me. Though it was hard enough leaving my friends from my home town, Bandar Country Homes, it was even harder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;trying to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;make new ones here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last paper I sat for was Chemistry. I won't blab about that, but after it was over, it sure was a relief knowing that all I have been through in secondary school can be left behind. Of course, knowing me, a semi-hardcore gamer, the first thing I needed was to expose myself to a computer, a good one. And the only place I can find a computer with it's specifications better than mine is at a Cyber Cafe. Before you know it, I was sitting in front of a computer focusing on what was on the screen ( no not porn. ). Spend my first few hours ( 7 hours to be exact. ) in a Cyber Cafe at Aman Suria called TBun. Had a blast with my gamer buddie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s here , Akmal Sam, Aliff, Lee Choon Kit, and Zarif. We were not "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;" in the games w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e played, but we had fun, which was way better. After gaming, we each left the scene and headed our ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed back to my hometown, Bandar Country Homes. My fello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;w close f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;riends had planned a Futsal event for us to enjoy. I reached the gathering place around 2.15pm. Ify, Nader, Zaf, David, and Izzat ( Not sure if Umar was there ) were there having a drink or two. After chit-chating for a few minutes, me, Izzat, David, and Zaf headed to Zaf's house which was the place I was gonna stay overnight. We headed to Rawang town around 4.30pm. When we reached, we split 18 of us into 3 teams. Due to my luck or aura ( Or whatever it is ), I was placed in team 3. Played a few games. Knowing me, I was crap in the matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to Bandar Country Homes and ate dinner. Ate Burg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;er. Yes, Burger. Yumm. Just that the burger was kinda raw in the middle, but who cares? It's still food. Headed to Zaf's crib after dinner and stayed up all night. Did crap in his house. We were even caught/stopped by the police around 2am in the morning for walking outside because we we're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; considered underage. Unlucky Nader, he was held by the police for not bring his IC. This happened because he sneaked out from his house in order to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepak &lt;/span&gt;with us. But we could see that the policeman was just trying to scare us. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to head back to my house on Saturday, but decided t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o stay one day longer because it was such a long time since me and Zaf actually got together. We headed to Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; which was next to the Curve. Safwan tagged along and we decided to watch a movie. Didn't know what to choose, we still lined-up at the queue deciding. When we reached the counter, there was this abnormally cute girl there, waiting, for, us, to, pick, a , movie. Damn she was cute. Unable to decide with her face distracting us, we got out of the line and started to choose again. When we queued-up again, we were asked to go to another counter because the girl's shift was over. Sad case. We chose ZombieLand and watched it. That movie was dam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n nice. You guys should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dah la tu&lt;/span&gt;, I think it's about enough I blog. See you people next time.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a few pictures of what I was doing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "Clubbing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/112/l_b42a9a233ac4407bb62dbb0cc8ad903a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 411px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/112/l_b42a9a233ac4407bb62dbb0cc8ad903a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "High".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/105/l_d5321e2a107f40f5bd4d72d6c9243bb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 326px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/105/l_d5321e2a107f40f5bd4d72d6c9243bb9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080714024740995092-5169216955857097859?l=matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/feeds/5169216955857097859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/12/experience-worth-my-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/5169216955857097859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/5169216955857097859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/12/experience-worth-my-time.html' title='An Experience Worth My Time'/><author><name>Dewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096242857549602818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDhH-NY58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B5CgvTYxpmc/S220/DSC08960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080714024740995092.post-8307228099453935667</id><published>2009-10-08T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:55:34.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music.</title><content type='html'>Just gonna post some of the songs which I think is really well played on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park-Numb(heroictradegy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3-cQXulLmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3-cQXulLmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another one which I also think is awesome. I'll just ignore the fact that his headbanging like he is in a trace. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park- In The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_qhEQbDE2E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_qhEQbDE2E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been posting lately, no free time on my hands. and. also. lazy. :D&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080714024740995092-8307228099453935667?l=matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/feeds/8307228099453935667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/10/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/8307228099453935667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/8307228099453935667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/10/music.html' title='Music.'/><author><name>Dewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096242857549602818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDhH-NY58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B5CgvTYxpmc/S220/DSC08960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080714024740995092.post-4951721197296190659</id><published>2009-05-22T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:32:18.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Beta. The last year in a new school.</title><content type='html'>5 Beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2nd class among the form 5 classes and it's also the class I'm in. When I first entered the class, I was kinda nervous(it's because I'm not the socializing type, I only speak to people I know). I didn't know who was who and what was where in the school. It was like starting all over again, trying to know knew people. I entered the class with my mom, and I'm not bragging or what, but I could have swore I heard people saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh, budak hensem&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dier hensem la&lt;/span&gt;". Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me but it surely made me more nervous. When the teacher asked the class if there were any seats available for me to sit down, and at the corner of the room there was a seat and a table available for me being pointed out by the person next to it. As I sitted, he introduced himself(lucky thing because I wouldn't have introduced myself) as Aliff. My first impression of Aliff was 'nerd'. He seriously looks like a nerd. But I continued to make friends with him because this was better than nothing. While talking to him, teacher called out my name and told me I was incharge of the 5 beta class discipline. Kinda shock when I first heard it, but sooner knew that my job was actually nothing. After nearly 6 months with my fellow classmates, I have grew closer to them(except the malay girls, they don't seem to have a voice). Many are nice. But some are not what you call social people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8qXJOFwNYR4/SgU9o44tZ7I/AAAAAAAAKCQ/fX_Ax9EkObI/s800/DSC_8938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8qXJOFwNYR4/SgU9o44tZ7I/AAAAAAAAKCQ/fX_Ax9EkObI/s800/DSC_8938.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm only gonna name the people I k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for those I dont remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top row from left: Zarif, Firdaus, Choo Teck, Aliff, Choon Kit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Adrian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Donald, Akmal(guy), Fawwaz, Iman, Kashidi, Faris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Middle row from left: ?, ?, Lina, Iliya, Najlaa, Aida, Nadhirah(not sure), Afiqah, ?, Akmal(girl), Nadhirah, Nadrah, Edora, Lisha, Syaza, Puteri, Balqish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Bottom row from left: Nazreen, Abraham, Azuan, Su Lin, Hanis, Arif, Pn. Marina(class teacher), Hannah, Veronica, Karina, Syazni, Wong, Ai Leng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the crazy 5 Beta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8qXJOFwNYR4/SgVCzlyBtfI/AAAAAAAAKDA/lMnRFk5YHa8/s800/DSC_8949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 532px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8qXJOFwNYR4/SgVCzlyBtfI/AAAAAAAAKDA/lMnRFk5YHa8/s800/DSC_8949.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/4080714024740995092-4951721197296190659?l=matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/feeds/4951721197296190659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-beta-last-year-in-new-school.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/4951721197296190659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/4951721197296190659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-beta-last-year-in-new-school.html' title='5 Beta. The last year in a new school.'/><author><name>Dewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096242857549602818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDhH-NY58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B5CgvTYxpmc/S220/DSC08960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8qXJOFwNYR4/SgU9o44tZ7I/AAAAAAAAKCQ/fX_Ax9EkObI/s72-c/DSC_8938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080714024740995092.post-1489811210263853867</id><published>2009-05-22T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:40:30.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.</title><content type='html'>So far 1 week of exams have past. Not fun at all having to sit down on a chair for 6 hours just thinking. Even  though I'm sitting for the whole thing, it kinda tires my down. Just too much thinking in 1 day. I don't usually think much. I imagine yes, but thinking is not in my field. It's kinda stress staying here in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bukit Jelutong&lt;/span&gt;. Most people kinda looks down on you. When I was staying back in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Rawang&lt;/span&gt;, when I don't know how to answer a question during normal class, my friends would help me even if they didn't know because they also wanted to learn. But here it's totally different, when I'm having difficulties in a question, the only person I can refer to is my teachers and a hand full of classmates who are actually willing to help. The rest would just say "how come you dunno wan?" They won't bother helping. I won't name them, but a few look down on me just because I'm not as intelligent as them. I miss the times when a whole bunch would fail and won't get depressed over failing. Here, I think I'm the only one failing. I guess I gotta study harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080714024740995092-1489811210263853867?l=matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/feeds/1489811210263853867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/1489811210263853867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/1489811210263853867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams.html' title='Exams.'/><author><name>Dewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096242857549602818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDhH-NY58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B5CgvTYxpmc/S220/DSC08960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080714024740995092.post-8158880910402922814</id><published>2009-04-07T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:19:34.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got HIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Zaf &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kenakan aku baru2 ni. This tag thingy is actually kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun &lt;/span&gt;for some people. But I think if it goes on too long it can get kinda boring sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just recently tagged by my buddy from Bandar Country Homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not gonna write about myself again as you can see it's writen in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta list down 10 things about my friend here who tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf:&lt;br /&gt;1.  ada phone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BARU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Besar tetapi speed lari cam kereta F1! ( ni aku rase sume tau)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ni bukan lucky number dier ( orang laen tau kot.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Skolah private &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APIIT!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. suke chat dengan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iqal&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;6. likes to compose songs with epul and mal.&lt;br /&gt;7. very2 friendly. more like gay. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;8. suke tengok cite pokemon.(masih tengah tunggu movie yang latest tu ke?)&lt;br /&gt;9. bukan type computer maniac en?&lt;br /&gt;10. alamak, takde no 11 ar. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats all.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080714024740995092-8158880910402922814?l=matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/feeds/8158880910402922814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/04/got-hit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/8158880910402922814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/8158880910402922814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/04/got-hit.html' title='Got HIT'/><author><name>Dewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096242857549602818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDhH-NY58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B5CgvTYxpmc/S220/DSC08960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080714024740995092.post-6361239775163883639</id><published>2009-04-03T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:29:45.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged :D</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted anything in quite some time~!!&lt;br /&gt;Doing this because I got a message from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;VAFA&lt;/span&gt; asking me to look at her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;whoever gets tagged has to write 10 things about the person who tagged &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VAFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;   i) EYES. wOOt!! her eyes! Very very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   ii) Got a hell of a mood &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; iii) Always seem to think she is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  iv) Seems to crave for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;CHOCOLATES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;alot!!!&lt;br /&gt;  v) Always blur/confuse when I talk about something.&lt;br /&gt; vi) Seems to be sleeping every time i sms her.&lt;br /&gt;vii) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KINDA &lt;/span&gt;open-minded about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;viii) Likes phones. Been about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;360&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ix) Chubbie cheeks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  x) Pretty~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, write ten things about the person who got tagged.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt;/me/I/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt;). Since I'm gonna write about myself, I'm deciding to write about what people say about me most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;   i) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;main&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt;2! @.@&lt;br /&gt;  ii) Hates to study. seriously, for wat?&lt;br /&gt; iii) Nice eyes. Some say &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;, some say very2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;light brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; iv) Fair. look like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matsalleh&lt;/span&gt;. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;  v) Like to say stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt; vi) Say stuff without thinking of others.&lt;br /&gt;vii) Chubie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pipi/&lt;/span&gt;cheek&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;viii) According to my friend, I like to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;flirt&lt;/span&gt; in a plying manner, but I haven't noticed. :D&lt;br /&gt; ix) Like to ejek people. w00t.&lt;br /&gt;  x) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Computer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, list out 3 people you wanna tag.&lt;br /&gt;  i) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fizi&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt; ii) &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Zafiqal&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;iii) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vafa&lt;/span&gt;! (u got me into this.) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080714024740995092-6361239775163883639?l=matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/feeds/6361239775163883639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/6361239775163883639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/6361239775163883639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-d.html' title='Tagged :D'/><author><name>Dewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096242857549602818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDhH-NY58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B5CgvTYxpmc/S220/DSC08960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080714024740995092.post-4968136118540506800</id><published>2009-03-21T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:27:41.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScUZYwTdUBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zi__fJqQwoU/s1600-h/Adrian+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScUZYwTdUBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zi__fJqQwoU/s320/Adrian+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315682848254808082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clockwise from the 1 in the most front: Adrian(me), Zaf(zaf_iqal_forever), Fizi(Braniac 3000), Izzat(rich but very normal), Mike/Teng Yuan(the senior/Puan Kalsom), Mal(the skinny loudspeaker)&lt;/span&gt;.my crazy friends.. we enjoy hanging out together and without fail we always would go and play or  walk around together. It's an annual thing, playing futsal with them. As &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;skinny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;big&lt;/span&gt;, and normal we are, we know how to play and we are good at it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; me though. still noob to dis stuff. some of you might laugh when u see me play. Eventhough I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUCK&lt;/span&gt; at this sport, I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScUZYXXUnHI/AAAAAAAAABw/J9yvxAn6cps/s1600-h/Adrian+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScUZYXXUnHI/AAAAAAAAABw/J9yvxAn6cps/s320/Adrian+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315682841560128626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spend 3 days in BCH. I arrive in Zaf's house at 9.45 on Thursday. At that time, his parents were not around, so aku pun masuk dengan tak malu :D. I was the earliest to arrive, i think the rest were just about to wake up around this time. After that, quite a number of us were in zafrins house. all playing game console PS2. We played PES 2009/2008 i couldn't really remember, because setiap kali mesti kalah teruk lawan diorang. Ade jugak game2 yang laen which i wont mention due to certain circumstances. After a few hours of gaming, we headed down to Al-Bidayah for makan(a restoran we hang out normally, yes restoran &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HANG OUT&lt;/span&gt;). so, pegi sane lepak2 sampai 3 kot. then headed back to zaf's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then some of us had to go for tuiton. and some of us skipped(will not name them :D). was at zaf's till around 8.45, then we ciao to go to mal's house. kept our stuff there and left to bidayah again. ate some crap. I ordered &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;satay&lt;/span&gt;, it wasnt great, it was crap, but it was eatible. Then we headed back to mal's mansion and started playing the ps2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;(u might think we have no life, but its was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; playing with them). In mal's, it was me, zaf, and mal who was there. didnt do much but play ps2 and listen to songs(which i didnt know). Slept around 3.30~4am. we had to sleep early because we had to go for prayers in the afternoon and had to head to rawang to spend 2 hours at the futsal court.  woke up. had breakfast. after eating, thats when i noticed i didnt brush my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;teeth&lt;/span&gt;. hehe, yeah i know gross (but we did it alot of times already). Mal even said " tak yah berus pun takpe." haha. then got ready and left for the mosque. after praying, knowing us we took our own sweet time walking to bidayah(all of us including the non-muslims were suppose to meet there). on our way there we saw the other rushing to the bus, they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shouting&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woi!! Cepat la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bas dah sampai la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". The muslims just looked and stared at them. we even waved at them asking them to go 1st. Instead of rushing to the bus(eventhough it stopped for us), we instead took our own time and headed to bidayah again. ate there and left the place around 3 (we booked the court for us from 3~3.30, but we left at 3.(this is how relaxed we were.)) arrive there and started spliting us into &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  teams coz there were 18 of us. i was in team 3 ( some of u may know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;is my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; number.) in a team of 6 of us which were Adrian,  Mal, Umar, Ashween , Baihaqi, Mike. Through my point of view, we had the most balanced team just without a good keeper. Played a few games. we left and headed to a restoran in bch ( no not bidayah). ate a couple of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;canai's&lt;/span&gt; and left. I got a free &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slurpee&lt;/span&gt; from umar because he lost a bet (im not gonna state the bet). Then left for akmal's house. On friday, Izzat join use to stay at mal's. and again, we played ps2 again. hehe. Then we headed to the kitchen and ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roti john&lt;/span&gt;, and started talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hantu&lt;/span&gt;. each time a new story was told, ourback would shiver. and we would close the langsir behind us because we were cowards. At 1 point zaf's hand was oily from the food, so he wanted to wash his hands at the sink which was only about 3 meters away from where we were seated, zaf said "weh tolong temankan aku basuh tangan, aku &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;takut&lt;/span&gt; ar nak gi sorang". After a few minutes, izzat teman him because he had no &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.slept abit early that day, by 2.30 we were all half dead. left mal's house around 1.30. eventhough i was there for 3 days, it was nice hanging out with my old buddies. It's not everyday i can see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080714024740995092-4968136118540506800?l=matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/feeds/4968136118540506800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/03/futsal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/4968136118540506800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/4968136118540506800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/03/futsal.html' title='Futsal'/><author><name>Dewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096242857549602818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDhH-NY58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B5CgvTYxpmc/S220/DSC08960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScUZYwTdUBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/zi__fJqQwoU/s72-c/Adrian+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080714024740995092.post-3164655504340776255</id><published>2009-03-18T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:19:38.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comics, more then just words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScEbBobJSmI/AAAAAAAAABY/kbxoCiiOeQw/s1600-h/DSC09082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScEbBobJSmI/AAAAAAAAABY/kbxoCiiOeQw/s320/DSC09082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314558750118988386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just realized the amount of comics there are in my bedroom. Alot of you might think that comics are for some small kid. But the comics I read are way different from the 'doraemon' comics. It's nice to follow the story of a certain comic and see what happens throughout the ending. As you can see  to the right of the screen, I have tons of comics collection at home. Most are violent and have vulgar words. But I think it's safe for me. xD. I started reading comics when i was only 6 years old. Dragon Ball was my 1st (still 1 of my favourite comics of all). Eventhough I have grown to be a teenager. Comics like these always attracted my eyes. I even enjoy reading malaysian comics like Le Gardenie, Lawak Kampus, and alot.. The 1 thing that I love about comics is the drawing. You can see hands being ripped off! or you could see an elegent women or a 'cute' guy in the comic. Depending on what type of book you're reading. This is my point of view towards comics. Eventhough I am no mere artist, I like drawings that shine in a page. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De Wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080714024740995092-3164655504340776255?l=matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/feeds/3164655504340776255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/03/comics-more-then-just-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/3164655504340776255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/3164655504340776255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/03/comics-more-then-just-words.html' title='Comics, more then just words'/><author><name>Dewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096242857549602818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDhH-NY58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B5CgvTYxpmc/S220/DSC08960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScEbBobJSmI/AAAAAAAAABY/kbxoCiiOeQw/s72-c/DSC09082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4080714024740995092.post-932756974005237217</id><published>2009-03-18T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:17:51.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDk2EW_TOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zeByr7g1LHw/s1600-h/DSC08966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDk2EW_TOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zeByr7g1LHw/s320/DSC08966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314499177831419106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite sometime since I have been to Penang Island. I forgot where and what was there.&lt;div&gt;On the 15th, My family and I with the exception of my two older brothers went to Penang for a time of relaxation.On the way to Penang, I 'think' we stopped several times. I couldn't remember because i was asleep about 3 quarters of the journey to penang. It was because I didn't have enough sleep the previous day. It took us about 3 hours to reach to Penang. It wasn't really fun for me to be at Penang. Wasn't really entertaining for me. But I enjoyed the fact the my parents were willing to spend a few pennies for me for shopping. Spend 2 nights there. As soon as I came back home, the first thing I did was turning on the computer. This shows how addicted I am to the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4080714024740995092-932756974005237217?l=matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/feeds/932756974005237217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/03/penang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/932756974005237217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4080714024740995092/posts/default/932756974005237217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matsalleh-sesat.blogspot.com/2009/03/penang.html' title='Penang'/><author><name>Dewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08096242857549602818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDhH-NY58I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B5CgvTYxpmc/S220/DSC08960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKadhqc-rqg/ScDk2EW_TOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zeByr7g1LHw/s72-c/DSC08966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
