<?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-13075411</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:51:34.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firestarter - The Rants of a Pyrophile</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-5152560183961150811</id><published>2010-02-27T23:00:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T01:19:10.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lengthy First Post of the Year</title><content type='html'>58 days into the new year, and I'm finally bothered enough to blog. Add that to the hundreds of days of last year when I couldn't be bothered to update, and you get one helluva dusty website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I started ranting any further, and trust me, I will rant till my fingers bleed (or at least until the match starts),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year *cheersandspraysofconfetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only made one proper resolution this year and am very close to breaking it. Its pathetic to think that its only 58 days in. Resolutions are hard. Which is why I prefer to make my resolutions as vague as possible. They're a lot harder to achieve but are also a lot harder to break. Call me unmotivated, because you're exactly right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2009 ended rather nicely. In early December I finally had the chance to go to the Langkawi International Maritime and Aerospace Exhibition (LIMA). I don't have the best of memories but what I do remember is watching the adverts on telly when I was 9 in my living room. At that moment, the iconic logo with what looked like a paper plane flying against the sunset was forever emblazoned in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been wanting to go ever since. Of course, being 9, you hardly have the power to persuade your parents to go all the way to Langkawi and look at planes in the hot, hot rays. The same thing happened throughout my whole childhood and teenage years. Then, when I was 21 and studying in uni, our student society planned a trip to LIMA '07. I was beyond psyched and even helped out a bit in organizing the trip. Finally, November came and I was in Bandung as part of a student attachment program. As much as I wanted to go to LIMA '07, Bandung was an easy choice for me. A chance like that doesn't come around often and LIMA comes around once every 2 years. Bandung wins hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4k_4YnUwvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IXUzDDoXvtk/s1600-h/P1010149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4k_4YnUwvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IXUzDDoXvtk/s200/P1010149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442951862566568690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, roughly 14 years after I first learned of the awesomeness that is LIMA, I finally got to go. And what an awesome time I had. Its awesome that you get to go to a place like this after all those years of waiting, but its even more awesome when you get to that place with people who share your passion. And Langkawi is a beautiful place anyway you look at it so I knew even if the exhibition didn't live up to my expectations (which it did), Langkawi would always be good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lAtDFlP1I/AAAAAAAAALA/ul1ZsscTWvc/s1600-h/PC062964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lAtDFlP1I/AAAAAAAAALA/ul1ZsscTWvc/s200/PC062964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442952767320964946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the better part of our first day in Langkawi at the airshow. I was pretty much on a high the whole entire time. Hearing those engines really make your adrenaline pump. And I've never been a helicopter person before. Seeing the Apache carry out manouvres completely changed my mind. I can't remember the immediate few hours after the airshow, but the night that followed was nice and quiet. The kind that's all too perfect for falling in love. *sigh* I think I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, LIMA kept me on a high for the next few weeks. But come new year, the awesomeness went up several notches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude got engaged on the first day of the year. The days leading up to the engagement ceremony were stressful but then seeing how happy she was, and how happy everyone was on that day really made up for it. Dude's the first born so she's not really the, for lack of a better English word, manja type. Its really nice knowing that someone would manja-kan her for a change. And it shows. When they're together, she's not the scary first born I'm used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lEC5VSPoI/AAAAAAAAALI/9qdYx3GuKYc/s1600-h/_MG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lEC5VSPoI/AAAAAAAAALI/9qdYx3GuKYc/s200/_MG_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442956441194479234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the weekends following the engagement ceremony were spent rather quietly. Until the 23rd of January that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday, I went on my first interstate go-karting trip. In May 2009, me in some people from the office went go-karting. But back then, we only made the short trip from our comfy homes to Shah Alam. We had fun. It was short and sweet and everyone had a blast of a time and pictures to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lG36lL5_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/IScRqQ1W8a8/s1600-h/28.Mechanical+Go-Cart+Club+%28Back+from+right-Racer+Fariz,Razak,Zamri,LongHJ,Shaipul,Harris,Amir+%26+Friend,Front-Racer+Tun,+Khairun+Nisaa+%26+Lina%29+Racer+Zam+missing+in+action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lG36lL5_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/IScRqQ1W8a8/s200/28.Mechanical+Go-Cart+Club+%28Back+from+right-Racer+Fariz,Razak,Zamri,LongHJ,Shaipul,Harris,Amir+%26+Friend,Front-Racer+Tun,+Khairun+Nisaa+%26+Lina%29+Racer+Zam+missing+in+action.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442959551085930482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This time though, a colleague took up the challenge of organizing a day out at the Melaka International Motorsports Circuit (MIMC). He did an excellent job at it. Possibly to make amends after his picnic plan a few months before never materialised. The circuit is more than a kilometre long and from above, it looks similar to the snake from the 'snake game' on them earlier nokia phones after you've past level 10. Except more curves and less right angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that on the road, I like to go fast whenever I can. But go-karting is levels different from everyday driving. There's no power steering, you're inches above the ground and there's no windshield to protect you from flying debris. I feel perfectly at home driving past 120km/h in my car but seriously, I doubt that I went above 50km/h in them go-karts. Needless to say, I didn't get a podium finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I had such a great time watching the rest of the guys engage in a really good race. These guys are model drivers. You know, the type who follow the speed limit, are always courteous on the road (yep, they do exist) and would never violate traffic rules. But out there on the circuit these guys really went for it. It was such a pleasure to watch, despite the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lLQ9goONI/AAAAAAAAALY/gODpQmRZe7w/s1600-h/P1243206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lLQ9goONI/AAAAAAAAALY/gODpQmRZe7w/s200/P1243206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442964379415361746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The activities with the guys from work continued a fortnight after. On the 6th of February, we ran the Putrajaya Night Marathon. It was the first ever night marathon in the country and although I'm not the athletic, running type, I couldn't pass up the chance. Besides, I reckon it was a good way to soak up the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I entered a run was a lot of years ago. I can't remember exactly but I think I was in my second year in uni, which makes it roughly half a decade ago. Back then I ran 7km so I knew I was capable of at least finishing the 7.7km this time around. Besides, I wasn't about to let the guys at work take the mick by not finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me roughly 75mins to complete the run that night. I'd say 75% of that time was spent walking whilst the other 25% was spent running and being generally out of breath. Still, it was fun being occasionally out of breath. We regrouped after the run and went out to dinner tired, but happy. Running really is a healthy exercise. I should really do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lQG0DcLZI/AAAAAAAAALg/OfJnOEt1MTk/s1600-h/P2073246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lQG0DcLZI/AAAAAAAAALg/OfJnOEt1MTk/s200/P2073246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442969702636465554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lQHUqNRRI/AAAAAAAAALo/MIAsDaAkpbM/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4lQHUqNRRI/AAAAAAAAALo/MIAsDaAkpbM/s200/IMG_1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442969711389000978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, 2009 was a really good year. I completed my graduate studies, got a job and I was content, if not happy, for the most part. And I have a lot of expectations for the year 2010. I reckon, and strongly hope that L.O.V.E of every kind will play a huge role this year in my life. As it is, Dude got engaged. A few of my close friends got engaged too and one just got married all within the first 58 days of this year. And I expect there to be more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also grateful that since the year started, I've been able to reconnect with a lot of people from the past, be it from high school or primary school, or even the not so distant uni. I just hope this whole thing picks up momentum and doesn't run out of steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off now. My fingers aren't bleeding but the Stoke - Arsenal match kicks off in 15 mins. Till later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-5152560183961150811?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5152560183961150811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=5152560183961150811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5152560183961150811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5152560183961150811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2010/02/lengthy-first-post-of-year.html' title='The Lengthy First Post of the Year'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/S4k_4YnUwvI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IXUzDDoXvtk/s72-c/P1010149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-3948141624878034764</id><published>2009-09-21T00:04:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:18:50.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripping Part 2 aka the post that's long overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This entry is a continuation of the last one. It was supposed to have been posted ages ago but I guess posting it wasn't exactly high on my priorities list (its nowhere near sleeping and eating).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last post ended on a cliff hanger (Not really but it sounds a lot cooler). We, which consisted of Dude, Dude's boyfriend, Dude's friend, and Dude's sister (aka, Resident Pyrophile), went for a weekend getaway to Kemaman Terengganu and had oodles of fun. Come Sunday the 5th of July and we were back in the traffic congested Kuala Lumpur. Intent on having tonnes more fun, we were back on the road by the next morning heading for Tanah Tinggi Cameron. And this time the mode of transport was the coach! So here's a not very accurate account (due to the fact that it was eons ago) of the awesome trip that I went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday - 6th July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Early Morning - Woke up early to pack and hitched a ride with Mum&amp;amp;Ayah to get to Pudu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Got stuck in traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Prayed that we didn't miss the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Prayers were answered (coach was delayed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLiF8N2pZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IRyg3IYoUcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLiF8N2pZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IRyg3IYoUcQ/s200/IMG_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400627494862103954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Morning - Spent the whole morning on the bus in a state of semi-consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- The view wasn't all that memorable on the highway (kelapa sawit as far as the eyes can see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- There were a few exceptions though (see picture below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLjpsP5b5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/FX0iss0Luew/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLjpsP5b5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/FX0iss0Luew/s200/IMG_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400629208562626450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noon-ish - Arrived safely (despite nearly having cardiac arrest on the way up due to the narrow roads and the not so proportionate amount of traffic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Visited the very small tourist info center to look for interesting things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Signed up for the Agro Tour, checked into rooms and walked around the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;very small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; town whilst waiting for the tour to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLqqW9HKlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IU_kmsOQgOE/s1600-h/P7072208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLqqW9HKlI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IU_kmsOQgOE/s200/P7072208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400636916607953490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1430 - The Agro Tour Started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Visited a few farms/gardens (veggies, flowers, etc..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Reminiscent of a school field trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLu6qfsq1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/6qq6FJW9Svo/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLu6qfsq1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/6qq6FJW9Svo/s200/IMG_0285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400641594777709394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLu7OcLNII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9KzNdTKzeqk/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLu7OcLNII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9KzNdTKzeqk/s200/IMG_0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400641604426609794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Evening - Wrapped up the tour with dinner (steamboat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLz0JiUiYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Rdn_kUC-gRA/s1600-h/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLz0JiUiYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Rdn_kUC-gRA/s200/IMG_0365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400646980409264514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- walked around the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;very small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; town again and had supper (mamak :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLz0ajOgjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kNCaX6iL6dw/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLz0ajOgjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/kNCaX6iL6dw/s200/IMG_0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400646984976466482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- turned in early to prepare for the day after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday - 7th July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before Dawn - Woke up, took a shower (freezing cold) and got ready for the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunrise - Watched the sunrise in awe with a mug of hot coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvL1SZ2IpeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YtnazW1245Q/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvL1SZ2IpeI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YtnazW1245Q/s200/IMG_0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400648599695042018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvL1Sg3tpOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/02_jpuNQ9Wk/s1600-h/IMG_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvL1Sg3tpOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/02_jpuNQ9Wk/s200/IMG_0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400648601580709090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Morning - Packed up stuff, checked out and headed to Tourist Info Center to book a bus ride home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Signed up for the nature trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Waited to go on the nature trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvL4XaWLTNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LzfzQy0tsic/s1600-h/P7072217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvL4XaWLTNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LzfzQy0tsic/s200/P7072217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400651984263662802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Nature Trail-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gunung Brinchang (highest peak on the highlands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvL9NBE5jsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0LIkFhiKRL4/s1600-h/P7072238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvL9NBE5jsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0LIkFhiKRL4/s200/P7072238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400657303239757506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mossy Forest (Yep, it was mossy and kinda moldy as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Svaic4ca5VI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vfJgxL6Z2Ak/s1600-h/P7072282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Svaic4ca5VI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vfJgxL6Z2Ak/s200/P7072282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401683420149114194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tea Factory (Not too sure how this is considered 'nature' but it was still fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvapoppmpSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MYYv9XaS76g/s1600-h/P7072299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvapoppmpSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MYYv9XaS76g/s200/P7072299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401691318917702946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The nature trail ended just in time for us to get on the bus home. It was a fun albeit exhausting trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The journey back was for the most part, spent in a state of semi-consciousness. Although a good chunk of it was also spent praying that the bus driver would stop at the next rest stop due to my bladder being too small to retain all the water I drank in the morning. That afternoon we arrived safely and made our way back home, tired but happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-3948141624878034764?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/3948141624878034764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=3948141624878034764' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/3948141624878034764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/3948141624878034764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/09/tripping-part-2-aka-post-thats-long.html' title='Tripping Part 2 aka the post that&apos;s long overdue'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SvLiF8N2pZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IRyg3IYoUcQ/s72-c/IMG_0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-5950497123343177266</id><published>2009-07-26T00:23:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:18:07.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripping Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;"No man needs a vacation so much as the person who has just had one."  ~Elbert Hubbard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding Hubbard-jii-san...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back, dude's friend from high school came over for a holiday. Dude asked me if I'd like to come along and show him around. And before she could finish her sentence, I'd already packed my bags. Alright, that was a lie. I'd never pack my bags until the hour before I'm supposed to leave for somewhere. But you get the point. How could I possibly say no to a trip right?&lt;/span&gt; So ladies and gents, let the pic spam begin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - 4th July 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 - Fazuan (aka Dude's bf) picked us up in his shiny new Chevrolet and we were on our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SmxCHRNN_zI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H8OyVfH7CiE/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SmxCHRNN_zI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H8OyVfH7CiE/s200/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362733948936781618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SmxLhn48PyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IPe2e_gKSyk/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SmxLhn48PyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IPe2e_gKSyk/s200/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362744297306996514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300 - Arrived at Riverview/River Garden Hotel&lt;br /&gt;               - Unpacked and recharged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SmxO7Q91YHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oLgJGv5nwAA/s1600-h/P7041910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SmxO7Q91YHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oLgJGv5nwAA/s200/P7041910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362748036364984434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 - Ate at the famous Hai Peng Kopitiam. Had Banana Toast or something. It was really yummy (&gt;_&lt;) Too hungry to take any pictures.          - Took a walk around town &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm2Fqk0Y1uI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lCsRVsRyDEU/s1600-h/DSC03362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm2Fqk0Y1uI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lCsRVsRyDEU/s200/DSC03362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363089697752536802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1630 - Fazuan arrived with little sister and we headed to Cherating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1745 - The Fish Incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm5JSM5WeVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BveQlBlgVD4/s1600-h/DSC03418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm5JSM5WeVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BveQlBlgVD4/s200/DSC03418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363304783293086034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me - Urghh dead fish! Hajar~ Tengok ni ade ikan!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hajar - (Ran towards me and Mike, checked out the fish, and picked it up)&lt;br /&gt;Mike - Awwh bless~ She's putting it back in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Gross. I wouldn't pick that up. Would you?&lt;br /&gt;Mike - No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;Hajar - (Ran off with the fish)&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mike - ???&lt;br /&gt;Me - Hajar!! Nak buat ape dengan ikan tu? Taruk balik!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hajar - (As she ran off into the distance) Nak bawak balik kasi mak masak~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;2000 - Went to Kuala Kemaman with the intention of seeing fireflies. Until it started raining, that is. Opted for dinner instead. Nasi lemak &amp;amp; ikan bakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 - ish - Rain cleared up. Got on a boat. Saw pretty fireflies. Wish I had a bottle or a jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm54EQrplYI/AAAAAAAAAII/5yvwz9kVUGY/s1600-h/P7051945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm54EQrplYI/AAAAAAAAAII/5yvwz9kVUGY/s200/P7051945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363356220837696898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later that night - The most awesome activity of the day - Tengok Penyu Telor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm585_D2apI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IuqofdVTCOo/s1600-h/DSC03461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm585_D2apI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IuqofdVTCOo/s200/DSC03461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363361541866810002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Day 1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - 5th July 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Morning - Headed for Kuala Kemaman to get some keropok. Got to watch them make keropok lekor, plus eat some freshly goreng'ed ones. Oishii zo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm5_iwDxQyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cGG470fvEHw/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm5_iwDxQyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cGG470fvEHw/s200/IMG_0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363364441237832482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later - Stopped by the seaside for a bit to look at flares. Once a pyrophile, always a pyrophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm6BMRrEb0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/LTad-FBSs_U/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sm6BMRrEb0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/LTad-FBSs_U/s200/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363366254147301186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A bit after later - Headed home~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was how the first 2 days went. The pretty pictures up there are from Mike's camera so credit goes to him. The senget ones were most likely Dude's doing so credit goes to her too I guess. (^^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-5950497123343177266?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5950497123343177266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=5950497123343177266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5950497123343177266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5950497123343177266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/07/tripping-part-1.html' title='Tripping Part 1'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SmxCHRNN_zI/AAAAAAAAAHY/H8OyVfH7CiE/s72-c/DSC00267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-6289979041460564209</id><published>2009-07-15T19:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:38:11.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know that saying 'Blood is thicker than water'? Well, I'm not sure what 'thick' means in this case. Maybe they should change it to 'Blood is more viscous than water'. Although that might not be entirely correct. I can't be sure. In fact, I'm not even sure whether you can compare blood and water. Sure they're both fluid but blood is non-Newtonian and doesn't follow all sorts of rules. Sort of like ketchup. Guess we should just stick with 'thick' after all eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that old saying just wants to point out that family ties are stronger than others. Which means that the relationship that I have with my big sister, Along (aka Dude) could only be described as the blood that's been put in water with high salt content where osmosis happens and all the water comes out of the blood and into the solution and the blood cells go shrivelly. Yep, that sounds about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sl3ioqFopkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iyoz7AIS24g/s1600-h/me+n+dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sl3ioqFopkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iyoz7AIS24g/s400/me+n+dude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358688319761327682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our relationship started when I was born. She was only 3 years old. She was a good big sister. She looked out for me in a way only big sisters can. She even raised the alarm when I fell out of a moving car. Apparently she said 'Ma, adik jatuh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sl3sb5hLRtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Csz0KlX9vKM/s1600-h/tudung+n+napkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sl3sb5hLRtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Csz0KlX9vKM/s400/tudung+n+napkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358699095681353426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you can see from the photo, I've always wanted to be like her when I was younger. I always did what Dude did. I wanted to dress up like her, get my hair done the same way. I'm not sure whether it was because I really adored her, or because I haven't got the imagination to think of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of my early childhood memories is of me constantly changing the way I address her. When it was just the two of us, I called her 'Kakak' but when my younger sister came along and ruined my 'youngest child' status, I was taught to call her 'Along'. And during the transition period, I remember not being able to make up my mind on what to call her. Since then I've settled on 'Dude'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sl31PV_6K0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/5UNFaIeZneA/s1600-h/P7072256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sl31PV_6K0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/5UNFaIeZneA/s400/P7072256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358708775592799042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Growing up, I didn't feel the need to emulate her every move anymore. But I doubt the feeling of admiration and idolization ever went away. She is my big sister after all. My payung, payung, payung (to the tune of Rihanna's Umbrella, ella, ella). So, after all that, I would just like to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you and grant you a long and eventful life which you can share with me. May you continue to shower us with all your love and generosity and continue memayung me from all evil. \(^_^)/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-6289979041460564209?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/6289979041460564209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=6289979041460564209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/6289979041460564209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/6289979041460564209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/07/homage.html' title='Homage'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sl3ioqFopkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iyoz7AIS24g/s72-c/me+n+dude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-4257351314656185637</id><published>2009-05-21T00:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:20:19.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haemodynamics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Laws of Haemodynamics are strongly related to the Laws of Stressodynamics. In order to fully understand Haemodynamics, we first need to look at Stressodynamics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first (and so far only) Law of Stressodynamics states that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stress can never be created nor destroyed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation - Stress is comparable to energy in a sense that you can't ever create stress and you can't make it go away either. The only difference is the magnitude of the stress. Some days you're more stressed out than other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Haemodynamics. Stress plays a major factor in determining any Haemodynamic parameter. Its similar to how the change in velocity affects the force of an object. The most famous haemodynamic parameter, the BLOOD PRESSURE, is very much influenced by the stress level. Athough there are several factors that affect the blood pressure, the general rule of thumb is that stress contributes 80% towards this value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can clearly see, stress has gotten to me lately. So much so that I dedicated a whole entry to it. The first guess many people make as to why I might be stressed out is my job. Let me tell you now, its not. I actually like my job. Its nice to be able to apply what I learnt in uni and then learn some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that really gets my blood pressure up is the 45minute travel between home and office. Its so frustrating, as a lot of you might know. How is it possible that a 20minute drive become a  45minute torture-ride I hear you ask. Simple, its the DUKE's (Duta-Ulu Kelang Expressway) fault. Where's the sense in dumping the people from Jalan Duta, and Keramat all on the already saturated MRR2? I do wonder sometimes whether these people checked things out before they started to make it all happen. Sure, 7 minutes to Jalan Duta from Ampang sounds really enticing but even I could tell you that this whole project would cause a massive, daily traffic congestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, a lot of Malaysian drivers belong in this one species. The Selfishica Motoristum. Those that are categorized in this species share the same traits. They have no regard for other drivers and they think its okay to use the emergency lane if it means they could reach their destination 5 minutes earlier. They also think its fun to switch lanes all the time and cutting queue is definitely their favourite pastime. They dislike giving signals because it would make their fingers ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, just talking (or rather, typing) about it made my heartbeat increase. Despite all the complaints, I always count my blessings. I'm grateful that I have a job to be stressed about, I'm grateful that I can get stressed in a car instead of getting stressed on the LRT, and I'm also grateful that AKLEH (Ampang-KL Elevated Highway) was built. Its like it was made especially for me (10-12 minutes to KLCC from home with little traffic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time one of you think about braving the MRR2 on a weekday morning, think again. You might find yourself in the car pulling your hair out and making obscene gestures at other motorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The Laws of Haemodynamics and Stressodynamics may or may not be true. I have found that the rule of thumb applies to me but do not quote me as reference if your GP tells you otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-4257351314656185637?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/4257351314656185637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=4257351314656185637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/4257351314656185637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/4257351314656185637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/05/haemodynamics.html' title='Haemodynamics'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-2401535802591973644</id><published>2009-04-14T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:44:52.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firestarter?!</title><content type='html'>I just got the most awesome news ever! My darling Kak Ima, who was my roommate when I was in 2nd year, had safely given birth to a baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="word_result" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="even"&gt;&lt;td class="kanji_column"&gt;&lt;span class="kanji" style="z-index: 149989;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td class="kana_column"&gt;&lt;span class="match"&gt;おめでとう&lt;/span&gt;ございます!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Isnt that awesome? Giving birth is like the ultimate task for a woman. You cant be anymore woman-er after you've given birth. That's it. You've done your job. I hope the baby grows up to be as awesome as the mother, or maybe even awesomer, what with all the help she'll be getting from aunt kiren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Man vs Wild last night. Thats a cool show. You can pretty much put Bear Grylles anywhere, save Mars. Where do I find a hot survivor like that? Straying away a bit there. My point is, after watching the show, I got to thinking. The title of my blog is firestarter, and I'm a self-professed pyrophile (fire's pretty) but I doubt I could start a fire without having a lighter or a match or a cooking stove. So I wonder whether I should change the name of the blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-2401535802591973644?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/2401535802591973644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=2401535802591973644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/2401535802591973644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/2401535802591973644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/04/firestarter.html' title='Firestarter?!'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-5779457769383522417</id><published>2009-04-09T01:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:48:06.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning - The Language Barrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always been fascinated with language. how some languages are similar that when you know one, you can pretty much figure out the other. and the way some languages have similar words for the same thing even though you might think that the two languages are completely unrelated (ie: the spanish word for fireman is bombero, in malay its bomba). or how some languages have the same words which means completely different things (ie: seronok in malay is fun whilst seronok in bahasa indonesia has a negative connotation, leaning towards slutty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also interesting to note that animals speak differently too! dont believe me? check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdzfyktxDCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T53DAP1OH-g/s1600-h/language.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdzfyktxDCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T53DAP1OH-g/s400/language.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322374919587171362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;see what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto more serious matters. have you seen these type of things floating around newspapers and billboards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdzfFqPqKtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WGqflv7XCZY/s1600-h/08-04-09_1610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdzfFqPqKtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WGqflv7XCZY/s400/08-04-09_1610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322374147977390802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm pretty sure you have. gross isnt it? disturbing isnt it? gives you nightmares doesnt it? i reckon the new packaging did a great job in grossing people out. but does it really work? i dont think so. apart from traumatising the faint hearted non-smokers like me, the campaign isnt doing much. how do i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;exhibit 1 - the carton of cigarettes in the picture above is my dad's&lt;br /&gt;exhibit 2 - dude's bf continues to smoke albeit the gross pictures on the packs&lt;br /&gt;exhibit 3 - patron of the mamak store: mamak! kotak rokok lain takde ke? yang ni geli la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i think smokers are completely missing the point here. the pictures are meant to deter you from smoking, not make you ask for a different pack. seriously. i wonder what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-5779457769383522417?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5779457769383522417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=5779457769383522417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5779457769383522417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5779457769383522417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning-language-barrier.html' title='Warning - The Language Barrier'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdzfyktxDCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T53DAP1OH-g/s72-c/language.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-1878234151654878857</id><published>2009-03-30T23:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:07:03.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>destroyer of worlds</title><content type='html'>i haven't written anything about kamen rider in a while so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this year's kamen rider is decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdDzdjiHgSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/19nyoW6SqJY/s1600-h/29-03-09_1228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdDzdjiHgSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/19nyoW6SqJY/s400/29-03-09_1228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319018849004650786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pink rider? they've ran out of cool colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this time round its special since decade travels to other heisei riders' universes. in the first episode this dude came up to decade/tsukasa kadoya amidst his crumbling world and told him that in order to save his world, he has to go and destroy the other worlds. or something. we're up to the 9th episode now and we've gone through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kuuga (from the year 2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdD05bO8lAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SOimiMHPduI/s1600-h/kuuga.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdD05bO8lAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SOimiMHPduI/s200/kuuga.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319020427324724226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiva (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdD05h5bDgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/E9Bmbie6U6g/s1600-h/kiva.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdD05h5bDgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/E9Bmbie6U6g/s200/kiva.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319020429113495042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryuki  (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdDvqAlqm0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/1pQFNA5pD38/s1600-h/ryuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdDvqAlqm0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/1pQFNA5pD38/s200/ryuki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319014664916081474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blade (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdD05q3hsCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pULIifgVn4g/s1600-h/blade.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdD05q3hsCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pULIifgVn4g/s200/blade.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319020431521460258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;at first i thought they were gonna go about this chronologically since kuuga is the first rider from the heisei era. but then they jumped to kiva's world so that theory basically went down the drain. and they made changes to the characters and storyline as well. i didnt know this when they went through kuuga's world since i've only seen 5 out of the 9 previous rider series (ryuki, hibiki, kabuto, den-o, kiva). so when they arrived at kiva's world, i expected to see seto koji as kurenai wataru but instead got this little kid who played the small kandou jan in gekiranger. its interesting to see how things unfold in this whole alternate universe thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;moving on, decade henshins using this card system and he can henshin into other riders as well using these cards that he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdDx0fRhswI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YvCPJMhd2HQ/s1600-h/vlcsnap-404678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdDx0fRhswI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YvCPJMhd2HQ/s200/vlcsnap-404678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319017043975058178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;decade card on the left, kuuga card on the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;his signature rider kick thingamagig (called final attack ride) reminds me a bit of den-o's rod form, where den-o would chuck the rod through a series of hexagonal shapey thingeys. decade does his kick through a series of card shapey thingeys. its really quite awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdD2w11nZkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5BxcreyBDpY/s1600-h/rider+kick.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdD2w11nZkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5BxcreyBDpY/s400/rider+kick.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319022478870668866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;final attack rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;its way too early to tell whats going on, as in who the bad guys are. seems like someone's been going around the other riders' world telling them that an evil rider called decade is gonna turn up and destroy their worlds so when he does turn up, all the riders start to attack him. but in the end he saves everyone and their worlds anyway. so i guess i'll just have to wait and see. anyone wanna wait and see with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-1878234151654878857?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/1878234151654878857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=1878234151654878857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/1878234151654878857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/1878234151654878857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/03/destroyer-of-worlds.html' title='destroyer of worlds'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SdDzdjiHgSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/19nyoW6SqJY/s72-c/29-03-09_1228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-113121609573018332</id><published>2009-03-28T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:22:00.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sc3r3MUn9JI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tyrfmbRv6Ss/s1600-h/26-03-09_1119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sc3r3MUn9JI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tyrfmbRv6Ss/s320/26-03-09_1119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318166068427486354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I don't get it either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-113121609573018332?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/113121609573018332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=113121609573018332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113121609573018332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113121609573018332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-manhattan.html' title='Mr Manhattan'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sc3r3MUn9JI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tyrfmbRv6Ss/s72-c/26-03-09_1119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-1663137740670917511</id><published>2009-03-23T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:12:47.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>multisensory aesthetic experience</title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i properly finished my tertiary education. and i'm wondering whether i should get off my bum and start to properly look for a job. i mean, a month or 2 at home doing nothing is certainly nice but i cant help feeling like my brain is going rusty from the lack of doing brain challenging activities. sure, watching poorly translated kamen rider dvds require an enormous amount of brain power but it totally falls short to the daily neuron stimulations i encountered during my uni days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of stimulations, have you ever felt the need to touch something after you've taken a look at it? case in point. went to my cousin's house warming on saturday. they took out their wedding photos (they got married on the 31st of January this year). and the photo paper of the, well, photos, looked textured and i just had to touch it to see whether the feel of the thing matches what i'm seeing. same goes for all of the albums that they took out. awesome isnt it? Multisensory Aesthetic Experience (mae).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae is a band i've been listening to for quite a while. their music is really pretty. why are they multisensory? because they have these little pictures in their cd booklet and you're supposed to look at the pictures while you listen to the songs. cool huh? although i never really do that whole multisensory thing because lets face it, how long can you stare at a non-moving picture. my attention span just wont permit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it just an awesome concept though? imagine if you could capture not just the sights and sounds, but the smell, taste, and basically the feel of a moment. wouldnt it be awesome, if years down the road, you'd be able to let your kids smell the rain at your wedding, or have a taste of your wedding cake? hmm, fancy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SccMAgFhf_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YOh1xPLPfYQ/s1600-h/23-02-09_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SccMAgFhf_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YOh1xPLPfYQ/s320/23-02-09_1811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316231087886794738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on to the subject of cakes and the like. i'm off to bake a pudding. apparently my sister dreamt i made queens pudding a few nights ago which is her brain telling her i havent been making anything sweet for tea in a while now. my grandad seems to like it to so i should definitely bring some round for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, before i go. earth hour! have you signed up? switch off all your electrical appliances (lights, fans, pcs and the like) this saturday (28th March) from 8.30pm for a whole hour in support of Earth Hour. if KL Tower can join in why not us? it'll be nice to be engulfed in complete darkness once in a while eh? oh, and make sure you guys are somewhere familiar when you're in the dark or you'd probably bump into all sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SccMAZQmCDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lPj5aMkBb9o/s1600-h/earth_hour_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SccMAZQmCDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/lPj5aMkBb9o/s320/earth_hour_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316231086054180914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-1663137740670917511?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/1663137740670917511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=1663137740670917511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/1663137740670917511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/1663137740670917511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/03/multisensory-aesthetic-experience.html' title='multisensory aesthetic experience'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SccMAgFhf_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YOh1xPLPfYQ/s72-c/23-02-09_1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-5504690996309384930</id><published>2009-03-05T12:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:52:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &amp;hearts Mraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sa9TvoeB1eI/AAAAAAAAADw/M2QDh_Havt8/s1600-h/P3041820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sa9TvoeB1eI/AAAAAAAAADw/M2QDh_Havt8/s320/P3041820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309554563475428834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to his concert last night and i only have 1 word. adorkable. hehe. he's awesome. that tshirt he's wearing in the pic, it says i ♥ kl. how awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert was at stadium negara and never have i seen it so full. it wasnt that full when inxs played there and it wasnt that full even when muse had their concert there. the air was just humid and stagnant (at least at the rock zone anyway). but it was well fun. he's an awesome singer (vocal range up there with mariah carey) and an awesome performer. even managed to put in bits of wonderwall (oasis's song) into one of his songs (you and i both methinks) which i thought was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his band was equally awesome. the brass band (all 3 of them) were wearing malaysia's football jersey. you know, the black and yellow stripey one, instantly endearing themselves to everyone who went to the concert, despite the weird situation and the heavy criticism the football team is under right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sa9WfgQhHUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6UxX43PL01M/s1600-h/P3041841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sa9WfgQhHUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6UxX43PL01M/s320/P3041841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309557584928251202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sa9XB1yjw2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/82FdCSPoiCw/s1600-h/P3041842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sa9XB1yjw2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/82FdCSPoiCw/s320/P3041842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309558174823727970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;he played all the songs that i hope he would except wordplay and curbside prophet. but songs like life is wonderful and dynamo volition more than made up for those songs' absence. he really had the crowd going. despite the (almost) unbearable heat. and he must've said thank you in every language known to the modern man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all he's worthy of every 'awesome' in this post and certainly more. right at the end he said it certainly wont be their last visit to malaysia. i'm really counting on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-5504690996309384930?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5504690996309384930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=5504690996309384930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5504690996309384930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5504690996309384930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-mraz.html' title='I &amp;hearts Mraz'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/Sa9TvoeB1eI/AAAAAAAAADw/M2QDh_Havt8/s72-c/P3041820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-1480540721872425374</id><published>2009-02-18T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:20:52.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help the aged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SZuKewr3u-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/k66qpV8GTIU/s1600-h/15-02-09_2246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SZuKewr3u-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/k66qpV8GTIU/s320/15-02-09_2246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303985247228509154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greetings earthlings!!&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 42 days, i finally found the energy to rant. that surely is a sign that i'm getting old right? before, i had so much life in me that i'd blog/rant about pretty much anything. nowadays, i could full well have met the prime minister and still manage to skip the blogging/ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another, very obvious sign of getting old is when you put different shoes on. which was exactly what happened to me 2 days ago. we (me, mum, and sisters) were supposed to catch Puteri Gunung Ledang the Musical when i decided to wear my sister's shoes which went so well with my outfit (that and i cant be bothered to look for my own shoes). obviously, my size 8/9 feet (huge arent they?) felt really uncomfortable in my sister's size 6 shoes (how i manage to even fit in them is really a mystery in itself). so i decided to take them off during the ride there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to istana budaya, dude dropped off me and mum near the entrance so she could go look for parking with the other 2 girls. i quickly put my (or rather, my sister's) shoes on, and got out the car. here's how it went after dude drove off and i took 2 steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;me :     gyah! (pause in disbelief) mama!! look at my shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;mum:  khairun nisaa.. macam mane awak boleh pakai kasut sebelah lain sebelah lain?&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;ntah. kite main sarung je tadi.&lt;br /&gt;mum:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ha, padan la muke. try and call your along.&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;can i use your phone?&lt;br /&gt;mum:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(exasperated) go on then. try speed dial 4.&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;(tried speed dial 4 but stopped when my phone rang. dialled dude's number while running after car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nurul:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hello?&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;nurul, get along to stop the car. i sarung the wrong shoe on.&lt;br /&gt;nurul:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(speaking very slowly) ape? how did you pakai the wrong one?&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;does it matter? suro je la along stop. (still chasing after the car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the car stopped and after about a minute of all out running, i got to the car, put the correct shoe on amidst the 'you joker' and the 'how did you manage to pakai the wrong kasut?', and walked back, very uncomfortably, to where mum was. the 3 hours that i had to spend in those shoes resulted in blisters which hurt up till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, moral of the story, you cant avoid getting old. but what you can avoid is, wearing shoes that are too small for your feet, no matter how well they go with your outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto the real blog worthy part. puteri gunung ledang the musical!! i was pleasantly surprised during the show. lets face it though, the only musical theatre experience that i have are the school musical i was involved in (lighting crew, christmas production of Oliver Twist) and the tonnes of anime derived musicals (Prince of Tennis Musicals and Bleach Musicals). it really didnt take much to pleasantly surprise me. to tell you the truth, i fell in love with the show right at the beginning when the announcer said that there'll be pyrotechnics involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside the awesome fireworks, i have never seen (or heard) a man hold a note for what must've been a full minute or possibly more. that man is stephen rahman-hughes (the dude who plays hang tuah). 2 words. massive lungs. naturally, when i got home, i just had to google him. turns out, he's actually 1 and a half a person, being, according to wikipedia, "half english, half pakistani and half malaysian". bwahaha. he's awesome. anyone who's made of three halves is a tick in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeyaa~ thats enough for now. told you i'm getting old. its 1.40am and i can hardly keep my eyes open. back when i was younger, i could stay up all night and still manage to concentrate in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then, bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-1480540721872425374?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/1480540721872425374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=1480540721872425374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/1480540721872425374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/1480540721872425374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/02/help-aged.html' title='help the aged'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SZuKewr3u-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/k66qpV8GTIU/s72-c/15-02-09_2246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-8325764128925208428</id><published>2009-01-07T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:21:21.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post of 2009</title><content type='html'>meet momotarosu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SWRysRopxnI/AAAAAAAAADA/lwPT8W0I1oc/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1993189.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SWRysRopxnI/AAAAAAAAADA/lwPT8W0I1oc/s320/vlcsnap-1993189.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288477967413528178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's an imagin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream about him two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two of us went to some kind of matsuri and the entire dream was in japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he was my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, minna-sama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="title"&gt;あけましておめでとうございます &lt;-- HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;v(^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-8325764128925208428?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/8325764128925208428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=8325764128925208428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/8325764128925208428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/8325764128925208428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-post-of-2009.html' title='1st post of 2009'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SWRysRopxnI/AAAAAAAAADA/lwPT8W0I1oc/s72-c/vlcsnap-1993189.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-6264823932169745444</id><published>2008-12-23T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:11:01.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip down memory lane</title><content type='html'>yaho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's everyone doing? good i hope. been blogging a lot lately eh? there doesnt seem anything better to do around here (note: looking for a job does not count as something better to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, we went to langkawi last week. it was a much needed break for all of us i have to say and a family vacation was well overdue. we've been to langkawi as a family before. here are some pix from then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SVC6osV6KCI/AAAAAAAAACY/6UXbriglyiw/s1600-h/me+n+atok+in+langkawi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SVC6osV6KCI/AAAAAAAAACY/6UXbriglyiw/s320/me+n+atok+in+langkawi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282927571166177314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yep. that was from 20 odd years ago. that's me and my grandad. i only got up to his waist here. lol. here's one from last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SVDCtmGtZXI/AAAAAAAAACo/EoqLO2CcBm0/s1600-h/12-12-08_1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SVDCtmGtZXI/AAAAAAAAACo/EoqLO2CcBm0/s320/12-12-08_1759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282936451484181874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. you cant really see how much i grew in those 20 years in this photo. but i'm a little bit taller than him now. i probably weigh more too. nyahaha. here are some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SVC6o56lTjI/AAAAAAAAACg/womcqKVHSSo/s1600-h/me+n+dude+in+langkawi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SVC6o56lTjI/AAAAAAAAACg/womcqKVHSSo/s320/me+n+dude+in+langkawi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282927574809660978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's me and my big sis 20 years ago&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SVDCt9dHp2I/AAAAAAAAACw/jCK6KUFCemE/s1600-h/14-12-08_1220.jpg"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SVDCt9dHp2I/AAAAAAAAACw/jCK6KUFCemE/s1600-h/14-12-08_1220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SVDCt9dHp2I/AAAAAAAAACw/jCK6KUFCemE/s320/14-12-08_1220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282936457752192866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's us last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yep. i'm taller than her now too. back then you could actually see that she's a whole 3 years older than i am. now people just think we're twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the whole trip, my gran and grandad couldnt stop comparing the langkawi 20 years ago to the langkawi now. it was cute. but really, 20 years is a long time. i mean, back then, i didnt even have any baby sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are tonnes of other photos. it was well fun. we should definitely do it more often. but its kinda hard to get everyone together at one time. i almost didnt go to this trip. the plane was then ready and we were going to do the flight test that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, i'm glad i went. (^_^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-6264823932169745444?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/6264823932169745444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=6264823932169745444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/6264823932169745444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/6264823932169745444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='a trip down memory lane'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SVC6osV6KCI/AAAAAAAAACY/6UXbriglyiw/s72-c/me+n+atok+in+langkawi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-2112779353341491617</id><published>2008-12-22T17:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:06:37.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged??!!</title><content type='html'>oh yeah, i also realised that i was tagged by aisha. that came as a bit of a surprise since i thought that the only readers i have are me and my big sister (who only reads it when i ask her to). sad, i know. ten random things huh? hmmm. thats a bit complicated since i'm about as random as a solid crystalline structure *shoots herself on the foot for being so lame*. i'll give it a try anyway, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Random Things about Khairun 'Pyro' Baharuddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    I dont have OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) but when it comes to leaving the car after         i've driven, i'd always have to keep checking and rechecking whether i've locked it. better             safe than sorry eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    i have an innate fear of butterflies (mottephobia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   i need my daily caffeine fix otherwise i'd get a real head hurt, or worse, i'd get really cranky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.   i love to sing out loud to whatever i'm listening to. even when i dont know the words. it drives       other people up the wall but its great at getting rid of stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   i love citrusy smells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   i get all goosebumpy when kamen rider does his signature move, and when naruto uses his           rasengan/rasen-shuriken, and when any shinigami releases their bankai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    if i get scared at night (which sometimes happens), it still makes me feel better to sleep with       the light on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.     i cant sleep without my feet covered up by my duvet or blankie. not too sure why, but i bet        it has something to do with people saying that toyols suck your blood out from your big toe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.     i'm slightly IT-challenged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  whenever i'm tired, i tend to say things wrongly, like mixing up the consonants and vowels             in a word. been happening a lot lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuh~ i made it. that took ages. anyhow, here's the part thats even harder. i have to tag other people too. meh. most of the blogs i read have already been tagged. lets see then. the chosen ones are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unaberry.blogspot.com"&gt;una&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faizberry.blogspot.com"&gt;faiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unspokenwriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;nad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://azamkukuh.blogspot.com"&gt;jimin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lodd.66ghz.com/"&gt;lutfi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. i know some of you might have been tagged before, but wheres the harm in putting a few more details eh? so, no pressure. do it if and when you have the time k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-2112779353341491617?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/2112779353341491617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=2112779353341491617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/2112779353341491617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/2112779353341491617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged??!!'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-1740318520479022882</id><published>2008-12-21T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:11:58.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyahahahaha!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f3bc1388a31a8965" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3bc1388a31a8965%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330074171%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67BAAC1EC32EEDBCC29989D21520C6C5E1EAE2AE.629C95BF7DB4407F7F15DD114AD4C9E2B8BB8555%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3bc1388a31a8965%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSM_n0D2cX-qzzs8bdLlz6r99EAI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3bc1388a31a8965%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330074171%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67BAAC1EC32EEDBCC29989D21520C6C5E1EAE2AE.629C95BF7DB4407F7F15DD114AD4C9E2B8BB8555%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3bc1388a31a8965%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSM_n0D2cX-qzzs8bdLlz6r99EAI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you see the video? did you? did you??? that, ladies and gentlemen, was the freewing rc plane scratch built by your resident fire lover and her partner ida. it actually flew (not that i was surprised of course). here are the (approximated) project stats ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;243 hours of thinking&lt;br /&gt;16 hours of cutting &amp;amp; sawing&lt;br /&gt;24 hours of sanding &amp;amp; filing&lt;br /&gt;15 hours of gluing&lt;br /&gt;43.8 hours of being confused&lt;br /&gt;19 hours of making mistakes&lt;br /&gt;3 hours of being lost in ara damansara&lt;br /&gt;12 hours in the car&lt;br /&gt;198 hours in the lab&lt;br /&gt;3.5 hours of being laughed at by the RC community&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes of flight attempts&lt;br /&gt;27 seconds of successful flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said before, these are all approximated figures, which roughly means its completely inaccurate and unreliable. but all those things did happen, which is to say, yep, we did all the thinking, and we did the gluing, and we did get lost and, and, sure as heck, we got confused a lot too. and i mean A LOT. the whole free wing thing is rather new, even by modern aviation standards. and there arent a lot of literature on it so it was pretty much a 'figure-it-out-as-we-go-along' process. the situation got so bad that we were confused by units even when we had a calculator and unit converter. i mean, why would you divide units into sixteenths anyway? divide them into tenths like normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the 27 seconds of flight was worth every second of being tired, stressed out and, generally, being in total agony over this project. now i know maybe a millionth of what it felt like when the Wright Bros managed to get Kitty Hawk up in the air. kudos to the pilot, mr wan though, who managed to fly the thingamagigy. he knew zilch about the free wing but put in so much effort to help us anyway. he's awesome. and you shouldve seen him land our plane. it was a belly landing (since our landing gear got torn off in the first flight attempt). not a scratch on the plane. it just sort of floated softly to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all its been crap load of craziness. the past few weeks especially had been so tiring but worthwhile. and now, i can go back to being a normal person and not someone who wakes up early, goes to bed late, and spends two thirds of the day in a lab/workshop building with no regard as to how i look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-1740318520479022882?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f3bc1388a31a8965&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/1740318520479022882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=1740318520479022882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/1740318520479022882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/1740318520479022882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2008/12/nyahahahaha.html' title='Nyahahahaha!!!!'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-3400211752695072864</id><published>2008-12-03T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:08:26.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mieru!!!</title><content type='html'>i can see it!! the light!!! i can see the light!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i have really good eyesight. so even when the light at the end of the tunnel is miles away, i'd still be able to see it. call it optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously though, we're so close now. after god knows how long of being frustrated/annoyed/depressed/demoralised (delete where appropriate), i reckon we're almost there. but i think i'll stop talking about it for now. dont wanna jinx it. fingers crossed everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to get some stuff for the project on sunday (or was it monday? tuesday? sometime this week anyway) and as always, i got a bit distracted (being distracted comes oh so easily). spent ages browsing through the limited albeit cheap books at this bookstore in amcorp mall and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/STapCQ5ZdNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y4d-e3u7gyY/s1600-h/03-12-08_2317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/STapCQ5ZdNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y4d-e3u7gyY/s320/03-12-08_2317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275589869871658194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jya~n. its the 33rd book in the discworld series and, as expected, its absolutely hilarious. i lo~ve terry pratchett's discworld. i'm still laughing from the last discworld book that i read (small gods). its awesome times infinity squared!! lighthearted and smart. like this from Going Postal on page 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"    'Apprentice Postman Stanley,' mumbled Groat. 'Orphan, sir. Very sad. Came to us from the         Siblings of Offler charity home, sir. Both parents passed away of the Gnats on their farm out         in the wilds, sir, and he was raised by peas.'&lt;br /&gt;  'Surely you mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;peas, Mr Groat?'&lt;br /&gt;  '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt; peas, sir. Very unusual case. A good lad if he doesn't get upset but he tends to twist                   towards the sun, sir, if you get my meaning.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. That's hilarious. anyone who tells me otherwise has no sense of humour and should go find some. you should read the part about the number pi. there's always some theories and stuff and sometimes it all makes complete sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one bookstore that i went to where they put terry pratchett under the children section. thats a bit unfair i think coz adults wont go near the children section so they wont ever get to know how awesome a writer he is. i'm slowly collecting all the discworld series. and i mean verry slowly. slower than a glacier. which is a bit of a shame and is exactly why i should get off of my bum and start looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough fangirling. the weirdest thing happened just now. i was texting faiz and then suddenly my fingers went faster than my brain. i'd only just worked out what i wanted to write but when i looked at the screen i realised i'd already written it. that cant be right can it? fingers thinking for themselves and making their own decision. its like a decentralized organizational structure (rare chance of applying my organizational behaviour knowledge). next thing i know they'll be painting their nails pink and signing up for marathons without me knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then. i'm off. have to wake up early tomorrow to get some stuff for the project. somehow or other we'd always end up realizing that we need something important a day after out trip to Ara Damansara and/or SS2. call it poor planning? yep, that sounds about right. but in my defense, we're only just learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-3400211752695072864?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/3400211752695072864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=3400211752695072864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/3400211752695072864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/3400211752695072864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2008/12/mieru.html' title='mieru!!!'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/STapCQ5ZdNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/y4d-e3u7gyY/s72-c/03-12-08_2317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-914356227989013179</id><published>2008-11-20T23:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:15:34.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeeedoooom</title><content type='html'>well, for most people anyway. for me and ida, it was back to the lab once the poster exhibition is over. the day was tiring enough as it is, what with the standing and sitting around. but once we got to the lab, it was a whole new kind of tired. we'd left this carbon epoxy composite to cure overnight and somehow it got stuck on the table. and now we kinda have to do the damn wing all over again. that makes the score = Wing - 3, IdaKiren - 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know murphy's law applies to each and everyone of us but i'm starting to think that it applies itself a little too well to our final year project. there was that wing thing. and then the other day it was the glue thing. nope, i didnt get my hand stuck on the table top with industrial glue although that option seems rather more enjoyable compared to having to do the wing again. i went and bought this glue after carefully reading the label which clearly says its foam safe. so what happened after i put the glue on the foam? it completely dissolved like a whole section of my wing of course. hah! i bet you didnt know that foam dissolves did you? and by foam i mean polystyrene foam, not shower foam because why on earth would you put glue on that kinda foam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the poster exhibition. the dude who was paid to evaluate us was from DCA (department of civil aviation). nothing went past him. you should've seen his face. he didnt just look at you. he was looking at your brain. like how your brain is functioning and your thought process. i was planning to just wing it (geddit? WING it? hahaha) but after i saw what happened to hadi and upin, i actually thought up a structured way of doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real fun of the day came, not from the exhibition itself (obviously), but from the final moments spent with my coursemates. thats it then you lot. i doubt i'd be seeing much of yous after this, which will take some getting used to after seeing you guys roughly everyday of every week for the past 3 years. remember, you guys are buying me lunch with your first paycheck. you'll definitely be missed (sounds morbidly like an obit eh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SSWfth-a3XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AUBR_KpIeKA/s1600-h/20-11-08_1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SSWfth-a3XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AUBR_KpIeKA/s320/20-11-08_1511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270794543470140786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from left:- fizah, mai, fza, ida, sara, james aka cheong, upin, hadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SSWgTFSGxQI/AAAAAAAAACA/IeRmQ_Flklc/s1600-h/20-11-08_1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SSWgTFSGxQI/AAAAAAAAACA/IeRmQ_Flklc/s320/20-11-08_1348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270795188603110658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;danny the movie star who wants to sell us bonds and give us his signature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SSWhjLLT1QI/AAAAAAAAACI/XnMOPyFymFM/s1600-h/20-11-08_1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SSWhjLLT1QI/AAAAAAAAACI/XnMOPyFymFM/s320/20-11-08_1538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270796564574754050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pesot showing off the back of his poster which he tore off on purpose so that fza could win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyways, congratulations to all those who are graduating. may you find jobs as soon as is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-914356227989013179?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/914356227989013179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=914356227989013179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/914356227989013179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/914356227989013179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2008/11/freeeedoooom.html' title='Freeeedoooom'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SSWfth-a3XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AUBR_KpIeKA/s72-c/20-11-08_1511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-5142268522340242582</id><published>2008-10-26T17:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:14:06.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mask of justice</title><content type='html'>jyajya~n!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SQRC1Js0X_I/AAAAAAAAABs/9q7rKk3ITes/s1600-h/09-10-08_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SQRC1Js0X_I/AAAAAAAAABs/9q7rKk3ITes/s320/09-10-08_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261403745579982834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in a tv-show-announcer-like-voice)&lt;br /&gt;2nd from the left, standing 1.8m tall and weighing 95kg, its Nega Den-O!!! Next, its  Kamen Rider Rising Ixa. With a punching power of 20tonnes and a kicking power of 12tonnes, this kamen rider will surely beat any fangire to pulp. and on the right, with a shiny gold armour and a maximum kicking power of 150tonnes (Emperor Moon Break), its Kiva's Emperor Form. oh yeah, and last but by no means least, its Negataros (far left), the imagin who wreaked havoc by teaming up with the fangires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heheh. lookie look look! i used my raya money to get them. cool arent they? i personally like Kiva's emperor form the most. there's something really awesome about the whole regal look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wonder about the target audience of kamen rider shows. i mean, i doubt that kids understand the plot. heck, i dont understand the plot sometimes. take kamen rider den-o for instance. it took me a looong time to process all that info what with the time being destroyed and then restored and the sister's fiance being zeronos and all. seriously, there's more drama in the last 15 episodes of den-o then the whole 90+ episodes of Bella (not that i was watching of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, you guys should try watching kamen rider. the action sequence and the effects arent half bad either. but its the plot that would really keep you glued to your seats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-5142268522340242582?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5142268522340242582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=5142268522340242582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5142268522340242582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5142268522340242582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2008/10/mask-of-justice.html' title='mask of justice'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SQRC1Js0X_I/AAAAAAAAABs/9q7rKk3ITes/s72-c/09-10-08_0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-5914431105810972253</id><published>2008-10-22T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:02:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as some of you might have already known, i'm a bit of a stalker. not in a bad way of course. i just like to read people's blogs and make my own assumptions about what goes on in their heads. so there i was, reading people's blogs, when i noticed a massive difference between their posts and mine. other people's entries are always so deep. mine is shallower than the kiddy pool outside of klcc. so i thought to myself 'you've got to post something deep' and i started writing. to my huge disappointment, i never got further than two lines. guess you can't fake depth huh? gyahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we (042 aerospace students) went to wangsa maju for lunch. it was really rather impromptu and fizah ended up missing her last aircraft design class but it was well fun. somehow or other we ended up main teka-teki, like we did during our last outing. here's one. its from petet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there are 4 fish in a fish tank. one day, one of the fish dies. the next day, the owner of the fish tank found that the water in the tank was almost at the top. why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the tank was almost full because...&lt;br /&gt;(scroll down for the answer)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the other three fish were crying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont look at me. petet came up with the teka-teki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SP9Y0BVRvKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U4UwzE-Sap8/s1600-h/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SP9Y0BVRvKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U4UwzE-Sap8/s320/fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260020540526148770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(behold my drawing skills!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-5914431105810972253?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5914431105810972253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=5914431105810972253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5914431105810972253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5914431105810972253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-some-of-you-might-have-already-known.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SP9Y0BVRvKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/U4UwzE-Sap8/s72-c/fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-3458007838456839668</id><published>2008-10-09T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:03:07.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello blog, hello people who read this blog (if there are any), been a while hasnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari raya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you done stuffing your faces yet? i reckon the face stuffing gala is only just beginning. prepare your stomachs for more food cause i bet this weekend will bring you even more open houses. isnt raya great? (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt sleep two nights ago. it was horrible. i got back to my room from the lab sometime past 11pm. after settling down, i thought i'd catch up on a bit of naruto. after watching 2 one-hour episodes of naruto, i was still wide awake. it was past 2am by then. so i thought i'd just try and sleep but a few minutes of tossing and turning made me realise that my efforts are absolutely futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few more moments of wondering what i should do (none of which involved getting up and studying), i stumbled across a brilliant idea. baba toru and ookawa genki (yagyu and akaya from tenimyu) both came out with this cd where they count sheep. its called the hitsujide oyasumi series and its basically them counting sheep accompanied by soothing background music. i thought i'd give it a listen and see if it'll help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baba toru: hitsuji ga ippiki (1 sheep), hitsuji ga niihiki (2 sheep), hitsuji ga sanbiki (3 sheep)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(half an hour later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baba toru: hitsuji ga sanbyakuniijuuhiki (320 sheep), hitsuji ga sanbyakuniijuuippiki (321 sheep)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say that all this would only have been useful if i were a farmer in japan who has 400 sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SO3Hue23k7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Qnz_S7Y1Xpk/s1600-h/screenshot-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SO3Hue23k7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Qnz_S7Y1Xpk/s200/screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255075941582345138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hitsuji ga juuniihiki....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-3458007838456839668?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/3458007838456839668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=3458007838456839668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/3458007838456839668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/3458007838456839668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-blog-hello-people-who-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SO3Hue23k7I/AAAAAAAAAAw/Qnz_S7Y1Xpk/s72-c/screenshot-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-2997200707731230630</id><published>2007-12-15T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T17:33:13.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good day minna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i read the writing correctly, it says that i last published a post in my blog more than 6 months ago. heheh. thats more than half a year ago for those who are mathematically challenged. its not my fault (it never is). i think i have blogger's block. i was this close to following the footsteps of kma and closing down the blog, being the waste of cyberspace it is. but i cant bring myself round to it. me sayang this blog. i wrote some weird stuff in here that i wanna look back at when i'm old. i wanna be able to show my grandkids that gramma was not always a grumpy old lady with no sense of humour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, the new sem started (seems like whenever i blog, its always the start of the sem). my timetable is rather kosong this time around. its 2 classes a day. which so far has been a blessing since i have loadsa loose ends to tie up. i still havent got a place for my practical training and i have to get my exams sorted out. the exams are horrible though. its 3 papers in 3 days (decision science, marketing and english). but i guess i shouldnt be complaining. ii couldve been aircraft structures, flight mech and fdc. so yeah, i'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats it for now. dont wanna flood my own blog. heheh. take care kids. adios y hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiren 'blocked blogger' baharuddin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-2997200707731230630?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/2997200707731230630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=2997200707731230630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/2997200707731230630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/2997200707731230630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-day-minna-if-i-read-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-1972195542024804631</id><published>2007-06-09T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:31:04.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mor~ning everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in a really cheery mood lately. despite the horrid weather. minna minna wa?? probably has lots to do with me watching kiddy shows, which is taking up more and more of my time. its like an addiction. actually no, more like pringles come to think of it. once i pop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched ultraman mebius the movie the other day. iya~. mecha mecha kakkoii!!! the ultra brothers were in it too. taro, ace and some other ones too old for me to even remember. the movie was to celebrate ultraman's 40 year's anniversary. watcing it made me start reminiscing...you know, of my youth. ahh yes. youth is wasted on the young. ah ah urotoraman!!! (song in the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, was lazing about at the grandparents' with atok and my sisters and cousins tonight, when suddenly, jeng jejeng!!! in flew this crazy flying buzzing creature and all the children (plus myself) went EEEEEE!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin: ape tu??!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: burung!!!&lt;br /&gt;atok: kelawar tu...&lt;br /&gt;little cousin: lastik karang...&lt;br /&gt;paksu: riang riang la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the arrival of the strange creature sort of put the occupants of the living room in a state of panic. or was it just me. either way, when it finally stopped being crazy and flying around the room and rested on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atok: owh, kupu-kupu...&lt;br /&gt;me (trying to make myself smaller, hence invisible to the kupu-kupu): EEEKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;dengki cousin: meh ana amek, kasi kat angah...&lt;br /&gt;me: woih!!! baik jangan!!! (trying to sound threatening but failing miserably)&lt;br /&gt;little cousin: lastik karang...&lt;br /&gt;me: *runs off into grandparents' room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five minutes later and the room was slightly calmer now that the kupu-kupu wasnt flying about maniacally. enter, nenek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nenek: apehalnye??&lt;br /&gt;cousins: kat lampu tu!!&lt;br /&gt;nenek: owh belalang....&lt;br /&gt;me (and possibly others in the living room): ???&lt;br /&gt;atok: mane pulak belalang, nenek ni...&lt;br /&gt;little cousin: lastik karang...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;and there it was. an evening with the grandparents. some scenes have been altered due to the writer's bad memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop here for now. starting to get hungry so i better go to sleep (???). final exam in 4 days time. wish me luck!! gambarimasu!!! stay outta trouble. adios y hasta luego. ja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'not-the-bravest-of-the-lot' baharuddin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-1972195542024804631?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/1972195542024804631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=1972195542024804631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/1972195542024804631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/1972195542024804631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2007/06/morning-everyone-been-in-really-cheery.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-993731525583335296</id><published>2007-05-02T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:05:47.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>buenas noches girls and boys!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very productive today. i woke up early (early by my standards anyway) and went to the bookfair. huwa~ so ramai the manusia. before that i went to klcc to buy tickets to see spiderman. it was 10.30 when i got there and the line was all the way until chili's. i almost lost 50 sen in a bet with dude about the amount of people that was gonna be lining up that early in the morning. we lined up for a bit but then thought that chances are we wouldnt be able to get tickets for today anyway, so we quit and made our way to the bookfair. it was fun. i got myself a book by neil gaiman (which i've started reading even though i still havent finished the other book by him and pratchett) and another one by dean koontz, which i found out, 5 seconds ago, dude already has. ah well. she has it in paperback. i bought a hard cover version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, the short sem started. i've been to 3 classes. i dread going to the 4th. its so boring. the lecturer just reads from the slides whilst the rest of the class look on sedately at him (or rather, at the wall, shoelaces, writings on the desks, the door, the window, u catch my drift). whats worse is that half of us dont even understand him. now, i'm usually good at understanding people's accents but his is just on a whole other level. i got an insight of this in the first class when he asked fana a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecturer: sister, can you name an electronic instrument?&lt;br /&gt;fana: erm, resistor?&lt;br /&gt;lecturer: no sister, a component...  &lt;br /&gt;fana: i'm  not sure sir&lt;br /&gt;lecturer: you know, instrument, like the ones you used in your matriculation. didnt you use any? you know, like full matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets stop there for a bit. at this point, me and fana were already looking at each other with severely confused expressions on our faces. we searched our brains and think back to roughly around 2 years ago when we did experiments in physics lab in matric. nope, never came across an instrument called full matter. sounds biological to me. anyways, here's the rest of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fana: i dont think we've ever used that sir.&lt;br /&gt;lecturer: you've never used? even in high school? you've never used it in the lab?&lt;br /&gt;fana: erm, no&lt;br /&gt;lecturer: so you've never used it to measure the foltage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is the funny bit. what everyday physical quantity rhymes with foltage? by the time we all realised that what he'd been trying to say was voltmeter, and not something biological at all, well, you can just imagine the decibel level which resulted in more than 20 people laughing. which i thought was mean. you shouldnt laugh at your lecturers. its bad karma. having said that, i really wish i could've seen my expression when i was holding back the laughter. probably looked slightly psychotic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, a very interesting start to the class. a bit short lived though since all of the following classes have been tedious. but i guess i'll just have to bare with it and hope that there are loads more holidays coming in the next 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sem was, i reckon, a good one. there were a lot of records set but at the end of the sem, it seemed like i did something right after all. which i thought was weird. for example, last sem was the sem that i skipped the most classes. and last sem's finals saw me work my way through 4 papers in 4 consecutive days with a 1 day gap followed by 2 papers in 2 days. but the hectic schedule did not deter me from watching kamen rider kabuto and the prince of tennis musicals. as i sat there watching 'the man who carries out the rule of the heavens', i thought to myself, 'your luck will surely run out now mate. you cant be watching kamen rider when you have BM tomorrow and aerodynamics the day after and control systems after that and ethics on sunday. you better prepare yourself for ayah's wrath'. even my roomate who had 4 day gap did more studying than me. thank god everything worked out alright in the end. i doubt my cgpa could drop any further.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reckon thats it for now. i should get some sleep. there's class tomorrow. or i might just save all that sleeping for tomorrow's class. the amount of input wouldve been the same compared to when i'm awake anyway, what with the full matters and the sequits (thats circuits for those of you who are acccent-challenged). adios y hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'lucky' baharuddin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-993731525583335296?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/993731525583335296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=993731525583335296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/993731525583335296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/993731525583335296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2007/05/buenas-noches-girls-and-boys-i-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-2319474041373403151</id><published>2007-04-16T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:00:47.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>minna!!! genki-desu ka??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya~&lt;br /&gt;long time no blog ne? havent had much to say. i still dont have anything to say to tell you the truth, but since today is a special day, i thought i'd update anyway. so what's so special about today i hear you say. well, on this very day, 30 years ago, karl fredrik ljungberg was born (joyous shouts and sprays of confetti). i havent been doing any fangirling over freddie in a long time and i kinda feel bad so, i thought i'd do something special. and here it is!! i'm updating!! (another round of joyous shouts and sprays of confetti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then, thats it from me. gosh it feels weird to update. heheh. catcha later boys and girls. adios y hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'fangirl' baharuddin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-2319474041373403151?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/2319474041373403151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=2319474041373403151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/2319474041373403151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/2319474041373403151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2007/04/minna-genki-desu-ka-iya-long-time-no.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-5653252822603638066</id><published>2006-12-06T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:38:50.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>afternoon all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really feel like blogging right now but i dont really have anything to do. my GEN class got cancelled. technically, not cancelled. dr abdi told us to go to the KERIE exhibition thingamagig. dont ask me what KERIE stands for because i dont have a single clue. so i went there for like  5 minutes to look around at the final projects and stuff and off i went (cukup syarat je).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading blogs just now and apparently these short-posts-while-waiting-for-class are quite frequent occurrences. so i thought, might as well have a go. its better than doing zilch right? otherwise jadi macam devon sawa in 'idle hands' (hella funny movie). would've gone back to my room but theres no point really since there's nothing to amuse me anyway. i still havent 'hangkut' my stuff to uni. not even bed sheets and all those necessary stuff to make a room, well, a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/15p6Wz1tc6w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/15p6Wz1tc6w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the obsession escalates. i'm a few steps away from having his name tattoed on my _____ (fill in the blank). hahaha!!! listening to him right now actually. he's so hot. was watching alexander and lord of war a few nights ago and those films did nothing but fuel my obsession even further. wish they didnt cut some scenes from alexander though. killjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats all for now. wanna go fill in my empty and roaring tummy with some nice hot food. hasta luego boys and girls. stay outta trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'obsessed' baharuddin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-5653252822603638066?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5653252822603638066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=5653252822603638066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5653252822603638066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5653252822603638066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/12/afternoon-all-i-dont-really-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-5739004040219016709</id><published>2006-12-01T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:45:41.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wats up everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its me, ur resident pyrophile here. still alive, still on holiday, and still a pyrophile. i checked out the tagboard section and una says i've only got 1 post for the holiday. true that. sorry to make you tertunggu dear! i havent got anything to rant about. actually, thats not true. i have loads to rants about tapi when i get in front of the computer, i could never think of any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that abba song 'thank you for the music'? well, if you dont, then your parents should. haha. usually, when i'm in a particularly stressful situation, i'd put my headphone on, turn the music up really loud and sing along. this usually happens in uni since there are way more stressful situations there than there are at home. so i guess, when faced with difficulty, i am really thankful for the music. however, i can think of quite a few people who probably wish that they'd never heard of music. or to be more precise, wish that I had never heard of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, have you ever had the misfortune of listening to me sing at the top of my lungs? if you havent, lucky you. i mean, when i'm singing along with the headphone on, i cant really hear myself. so i never really knew the extent of my horrid singing, until one day, when my brilliant roomates decided to do a little bit of recording. when i first heard it, my initial reaction was 'are you sure thats me?'. yep, i was full of denial. but then, i thought, who else sings along to 30 seconds to mars? and then the sad truth struck me. and i was suddenly taken over by uncontrollable fits of laughter. i bet you've seen william hung's infamous audition footage right? well, thats comparable to my singing, minus the dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then. thats enough of making a complete fool out of myself for today. lets move on shall we? i was cleaning up my room this morning and i came across this article titled 'the school football bible'. so i reckon, instead of me ranting on about arsenal's current situation (rather pathetic, to put it lightly, lost the last 2 games against weaker opponents), i'll just share with you the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SCHOOL FOOTBALL BIBLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matches shall be played over three unequal period: two playtimes and a lunchtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of these periods shall shortly after the ringing of a bell, and although a bell is also rung towards the end of these periods, play may continue for up to ten minutes afterwards, depending on the nihilism or "bottle" of the participants with regard to corporal punishment et out to latecomers back to the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;In practice, there is a sliding scale of nihilism, from those who hasten to stand in line as soon as the bell rings, known as "poofs", through through those who will hang on until the time they estimate it takes the teachers to down the last of their gins and journey from the staffroom, known as "chancers" and finally to those who will hang on until a teacher actually has to physically retrieve them, known as "bampots".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sliding scale is intended to radically alter the logistics of a match in progress, often having dramatic effects on the scoreline as the number of participants drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important, therefore, in picking the sides, to achieve a fair balance of poofs, chancers and bampots in order that the scoreline achieved over a sustained period of play - a lunchtime for instance - is not totally nullified by a five-minute-post-bell onslaught of five bampots against one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scoreline to be carried over from the previous period of the match is in the trust of the last bampots to leave the field of play, and maybe the matter of some debate. This must be resolved in one of the approved manners (see Adjudication).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end of part one-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still a long way to go till we could khatam the school football bible. but i'll leave it till later coz you guys might get bored. honestly though, reading that brings me back to my childhood days when i sometimes go down to watch the guys i fancy play during lunchtime. those were the days. i remember fancying this prefect. his name's martin bell and he's a friend of my best friend's big brother. i reckon he was a good player. but he doesnt get to play all the time since he's a prefect and sometimes he has to do his rounds down the english corridor. he does modern dance too. i remember watching him dance about with a bunch of girls (he was the only guy) during the christmas concert. i also remember being unable to decide my feelings for him after watching the performance, coz frankly, it all seemed rather gay. ah yes, a trip down memory lane is always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting back to present times, people say you get your best ideas while in the shower. something to do with the amount of oxygen being higher and therefore more work in the brain or whatnot. whatever is the cause, i think it hella true. i get so many ideas on rants but they seem to get left behind in the shower when i'm done. its so weird. maybe next time i should bring the laptop with me. actually, thats not too smart is it? maybe just a permanent marker pen and a piece of waterproof paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lets forget about them silly ideas because i think i'm in love.*swoon* with jared leto.*double swoon*. i cant get enough of him. this other night, i was about to go to bed. but, out of nowhere, i thought about how gorgeous he was in 'from yesterday' and 'the kill' and i just had to turn my computer back on and watch it again. i ended up watching the video, the making and some live performances. well, lets just say i tak jadi go to bed anymore. its been that way for a couple of nights now. and as side effects, i've developed rather large dark circles around my eyes, more popularly known as eyebags. i'm not sure whether to do something about it or to just leave it because apparently, instead of looking like a raccoon, it looks like i applied some eyeshadow on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think i should be off now. thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening. nanti kene modem susah pulak. so stay outta trouble girlies and boys!! adios y hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'chancer' baharuddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if you dont believe me about how goegeous jared leto is in 'from yesterday', take a look see yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGA7mhDstXQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGA7mhDstXQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-5739004040219016709?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/5739004040219016709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=5739004040219016709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5739004040219016709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/5739004040219016709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/12/wats-up-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-4665508642346716275</id><published>2006-11-27T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T04:25:52.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed me? heheh. bet you did. sorry for the long absence. had a pretty bad spell of writer's laziness. i had all these thoughts in my head that i'd love to blog down, but i never got round to it. i was never online anyway, and when i was actually on, i was busy (a) downloading bleach/supernatural/naruto, (b) updating myself on football issues or (c) looking up things that dont really have to be looked up, ie: the lyrics to 'a shoulder to cry on' by tommy page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on holiday right now (big massive cheer accompanied by a spray of confetti). been looking forward to this. exams were nothing short of horrendous. so the 2-week holiday was really welcomed. even if it is really really (and i mean really) short. havent really done anything worth talking about so far. except for maybe the fact that i'm taking my driving lessons (finally). so watch out people! soon, i will be a driver on the road, instead of a pedestrian/passenger. honestly, i dont know what kind of a driver i'd be. a good, berhemat one i hope. i mean, i've listened enough to my parents (and recently, my big sis and friends) going on about how the road is full of moronic drivers (to put it lightly). hopefully i wont be referred to as one of those.*shudder* anyhow, driving is something i've dreamed of doing for so long. strangely enough, whenever i dream of driving, the car that i drive always happens to be a bmw. thats got to mean something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that i always dream about is smoking. thats really weird since i consider it a really disgusting and nasty habit (no offense to those who smoke). think about it, smoking's harmful to your health and the smell sticks to everything (hair, clothes, curtains). anyways, i was really curious as to why i kept having dreams where i smoke and i thought that maybe i was meant to be a smoker otherwise i wont be having those dreams so often. so one fine day, i decided to satisfy my curiosity and try it myself. i bought a pack of salem lights and when i got home, i went straight to my room and hid it under my matress knowing full well that my parents would hit the roof if they ever found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the next few days i kept looking for an opportunity to take a drag (that is the proper term isnt it?). and when the opportunity finally came, i hurried up and opened the cigarette pack excitedly. i took one out, lit it and, well, i started smoking. now, the thing that happened after i took my first drag was, to me, totally unexpected. soon as i inhaled that horrid cigarette smoke, i started coughing and sputtering. i began to wonder why it is that people smoke when, to me, smoking is comparable to licking the roadside. at least thats what i imagined the roadside to taste like anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day i got a mild fever. hahah!! serves me right. i guess my whole body just went into shock from purposely inhaling lethal fumes. so i said to myself 'never again, mate, never again', without being too dramatic. i reckon those 5 something ringgit was the worst ever money spent. i still have the pack of salem lights. its still hiding under my matress. i dont want to throw it away for nostalgic reasons. haha. so after reading this, i hope none of you get the sudden urge to start smoking. its really really bad for you. nothing good ever comes out of smoking. this is a public service announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats it for now. there's just so much you can write at 4.20 in the morning right? so i'll be back later with more rants. stay outta trouble kids. adios y hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'driver-to-be' baharuddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-4665508642346716275?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/4665508642346716275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=4665508642346716275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/4665508642346716275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/4665508642346716275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-115823603592479809</id><published>2006-09-14T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:44.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good evening all (its 7.30 right now)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, people have been telling me that i havent been updating my blog. sorry bout that. i have been a very very busy girl. haha. i see assignments everywhere i look, and they're not finished assignments either, which i really wouldnt mind seeing every now and again. and i've become a rather dull person (duller than i already was). cant be bothered to watch tv anymore, i have no idea what songs are hot and not and god knows how long i havent gone out. but like dr waqar said, and i quote, 'you have to leave the entertainment business, dont take interest in it, their main target is to corrupt you'. well said sir. couldnt have put it better if i tried. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing that happened since the last update was the beginning of the football season. woo hoo!!! i luurrve football and i luurrve arsenal!! however, we have found ourselves in a very strange situation. heck, its downright unheard of. arsenal in the 17th spot? just outside the relegation zone? three games gone and no still no win?? what on earth is going on i hear you say. well, to tell you the truth, i've been asking that same question myself. but to their defence, i reckon its still early days. i mean, everyone else has a game in hand anyway (except wigan, newcastle and liverpool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the arsenal-boro match on saturday. i felt so much frustration, that if i were on the 10th floor of a building, i definitely would've jumped off. so thank god that i wasnt watching that match on the 10th floor of some building. otherwise i'd expect there wont be anymore updates from me. the reason for this horrid frustration was the fact that arsenal played so well, and yet somehow we couldnt get them nice 3 points that we want oh so very badly. in fact, arsenal went one down before half time. and that goal was basically boro's 1 shot on goal. other than that lehmann was practically 'memakan gaji buta' (i think thats the right term anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before the 2nd half, the boro's captain boateng was sent off for tackling freddie. so a word of advice to other football players out there. dont even think about bringing freddie down, because you will suffer the consequences. dont say i didnt warn you. moving on, after half time, arsenal pressed harder and harder until finally eboue was brought down in the penalty area by downing and the ref pointed to the spot. henry steps up, and puts the ball away.  thank god for henry. coz i reckon freddie wouldve missed. like he did in the internationals. did i tell you he's the swedish captain now? captain freddie. thats great that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so post match interviews sees wenger blaming the grass at the emirates stadium. curious accusation that. poor grass havent got any means to defend themselves. but i suppose when you play at the level they do, the grass having a few millimetres extra would really affect the outcome of the passes they make. so damn you grass!!! and the other curious thing about that whole match was the fact that the announcer on the PA doesnt know how and when to shut up. especially in the second half. every 5 minutes his really irritating voice would come out on the speaker, annoying the snot out of me (by the end of the match, i was snotless. hahah). honestly, if anybody should makan gaji buta in that place, please let it be him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was the champs league opener between arsenal and hamburg (i'm guessing thats where they make all the hamburgers??). 3-0 to us!! woo hoo!! didnt watch the match. wouldve caused grievous bodily harm to anyone for a chance to watch it. but there was no way. had parenting class last night until 10 and an 8.30 class this morning so i couldnt have gone home even if i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh running late. gots to go. will update this weekend, i hope. adios y hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'busy bee' baharuddin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-115823603592479809?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/115823603592479809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=115823603592479809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/115823603592479809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/115823603592479809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-evening-all-its-7.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-115423486847625351</id><published>2006-07-30T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:43.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like i reverted to my old ways of not being able to keep a journal. last update, may 23rd. more than 2 months ago eh? heheh. all time record. cant help it that i'm lazy. i did try blogging sometime between the 2 month hiatus though. i started like 3 posts but never managed to finish any of them. to tell you the truth, this one has a high chance of not being posted too. lets see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, uni started. got some very interestingly quirky lecturers this time round. haha. theres dr qasim, who's the most sarcastic and self-loving lecturer i've ever had the chance to encounter. i mean, how many lecturers do you know who would go around saying 'i'm the most beautiful lecturer in uia, if not the world'. there's dr ashour, who was slightly boring at first but getting cuter and cuter (in an old people sort of way) as the sem goes on. you could really see how much into mechanical engineering he is when he starts drawing eyeballs as a circular body attached to a spring which is attached to a wall. and thats how he draws a head on shoulders too. and his impression of a stomach is basically a circle with 2 squiggly lines inside them, the lines being all the gaster juice things i assume. oh and there's my mechanics of materials tutor, alau, who's the most paranoid android i've ever met. he thinks all the conversations that goes on in class are about him. for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;students: *whisperwhisperwhisper*&lt;br /&gt;alau: can you please stop talking about me&lt;br /&gt;student1: we're not talking about you&lt;br /&gt;alau: i know you're talking about me, students always talk about me behind my back&lt;br /&gt;student1: we're not talking about you, we're talking about food, we're hungry&lt;br /&gt;student2: yeah, we dont talk about you in class, we only talk about you outside of class, we always say how kind you are (in the most butt-kissing+sarcastic tone you could imagine)&lt;br /&gt;alau: i dont care what people say about me you know&lt;br /&gt;student1: we're not talking about you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats pretty much how it went throughout the whole tutorial session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the workload is definitely increasing exponentially. not sure whether i feel that way because there are actually a lot of work, or because i hd gotten so used to the minimal assignments given during the short sem. either way, i'm developing severe eyebags and even went as far as bringing my assignments home for the weekend so i could do them. shocking? understatement. but thats the price you pay for being a uni student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on. have you ever felt so scared that your whole body starts to shake? if you havent, lucky you. i had the misfortune of experiencing that last week. i'm not sure why i was so scared. it was around 330 on thursday and i'd just finished my gas assignment in ida's room. after that i had to go to the toilet cause i need to brush my teeth and all. anyways, while i was in the toilet, i started imagining all these scary stories in my head, you know, things like big scary hairy ugly figure appearing before me, or a 'lady' dressed in white with long hair and possibly the ugliest face you've seen. all these imaginations aren't abnormal when you're up at those early hours in the morning. i should know. i'd be up at 3 in the morning, 4 days out of the 5 that i stay in uni. and those imaginations never bothered me before. i usually just find some other thought to distract me. but for some odd reason that morning, i couldnt shake off the images of scary things, and the fear made me shake so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i went on about my business as usual, remembering how old people say that those 'things' whatever they may be, would usually appear to those who are really really scared. imagine taking wudhu' while your hands are so shaky that even turning on the tap seemed an impossible task. after i managed that, i virtually ran to my room, hoping that the fear will go away once i'm in the company of my roomies. but they were all fast asleep, lights out and everything. so i decided to pray isya', again hoping that would calm me down at least a little bit. even that didnt work. i was still shaking badly after the prayer. as a last resort, i woke kak ayu up, who asked me to wake her up around 3 something anyway. only after that did i start to feel better. even then, i still slept next to her the rest of the morning. all the while, i felt incredibly silly being scared like that. but what could i possibly have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writing all that is making me creeped out again. i'll stop now. okay. feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i just wanna say thanks to all my mates who were resourceful enough to have pulled a surprise dinner for me on monday. muchas gracias amigos. had me conned until that cake bit. i honestly thought that we were only going to hs for dinner. but they went and reserved a place at thai house and had them switch off the lights so the candles on my cake would look better, much to the annoyance of other customers i think. but still, definitely on my list of things to remember for the rest of my life. so thanks a lot nad, una, faiz, fana, wani, red, anis, aiman, funan and pres!!! (in no particular order). love u guys lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, other news include dude getting a job. woo hoo!! thats both good news and bad news for me. on one hand, i'm happy that she found something she enjoys doing and is very good at which generates income. but on the other hand, i cant just call her up to pick me up from uni anytime i want. haha. selfish me i know. she got a job at cosmotots. its a dream job, if you consider location. i mean, 3 minutes drive from home, and its situated right above mcdonalds. mmmm. i'd love to work there, if there werent all those kids around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats about all the time i'm willing to spend for now. so i'm off now. updates will come. but dont hold your breath though. blog is not dead! blog was just hibernating. long live blog. heheh. stay outta trouble amigos. adios y hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'teen no more' baharuddin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-115423486847625351?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/115423486847625351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=115423486847625351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/115423486847625351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/115423486847625351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/07/hallo.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-114840893936168411</id><published>2006-05-24T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:42.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a341/kbaharuddin/P4130074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;and us at the spice garden&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;from left: fana, una, faiz, me, fahan&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-114840893936168411?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-114840510050214970</id><published>2006-05-23T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:41.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back! not that i was ever gone. but still. saying that makes me feel as if i was away to fulfil some important mission or something. before i start ranting any further, i just wana say HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!!! not that mum reads my blog. i hope to god she doesnt actually. anyhow, yeah, its her birthday today and i came home so we could celebrate it. which is why i'm strangely updating my blog on a tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, its a well known fact, at least to una anyway, that i am obsessed with the winchester brothers from supernatural, particularly dean. note how i say the winchester brothers and not jensen ackles and jared padalecki. hot as they are, i dont really know them. but after watching the entire season of supernatural, i feel like i really know dean and sammy, you know. like we really connected. call me delusional. because i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the point. i never really fully understood the actual magnitude of my obsession with the show until this morning. i slept after i came back from my probability class. it was around 10 something. i dreamt that a couple moved into my neighbourhood (they looked like billie's parents from charmed). and they kept coming round asking to come in. and i kept politely telling them no because my parents werent in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one day, while me n my big sis (aka dude) was hosting a party for a bunch of middle aged people (god only knows why), they came again and asked to come in. so i thought, yea alright, since all these old people are here too, you might as well come in. so i invited them in. huge mistake! as soon as i did that, they came in and started feeding off of my guests. yep. they were vampires. so me and dude had to work out something quick. we went upstairs and started searching the stationary cabinet. and thank god we found wooden rulers. you know, the ones that are pretty useless since the straight lines you wana draw arent straight at all because they have really rough edges. anyway, we took one each and i sharpened one of the edges or my ruler with a swiss army knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a finesse that wouldve made buffy proud, i staked the guy vampire real hard. the problem was, i staked him through the right part of his chest, which is totally the wrong part of the chest. and he fled along with his wife. so we went out of the house, and my sister got in my dad's car and started chasing them. at the same moment, this guy got out of his car and said 'here, use my car'. and i did. and what a sweet ride it was. it was a metallic blue bmw 7 series. i only had to tap the accelerator slightly and the engine roared and the car went from 0-100 (kmh that is) in no time. the rims were shiny chrome 18 inch ones. the meters were all digitalised and illuminated with cool colours. out of that whole dream, it was the car that i can remember most vividly. the car was lowered so i felt slightly vertically challenged driving it. but it was great nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i had such a cool car, i didnt manage to catch the vampires. and then i woke up. and thats about as close as i'd get to driving a beemer. or to driving for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats about it. oh yeah, life is a pain after being on a tv show. so if the thought of doing something as stupid as that even cross your busy minds, u better shoot yourself first before that thought materialise. comprende? muy bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i reckon i've found my favourite type of music. i dont really know the name of the genre. from my observations, i have found that in order for me to really fall in love with a song, it has to have really heavy guitar riffs, a really deep, macho guy's voice, singable chorus and thats about it i think. i have no idea why i'm writing all this. its pretty useless facts. but then again, half of the things i write about are useless. so thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then. i best be off now. have to go to sleep. got class tomorrow. boohoo. dont really feel like going. theres only a limited amount of mathematical stuff you can absorb in the space of 4 weeks. after that your brain gets saturated and even though you try to cram more stuff in, the stuff will just get thrown back out. and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of my short sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now i'm really going. and i will leave you with the very profound words of dean winchester. "dude, u fugly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun "vampire slayer" baharuddin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-114840510050214970?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/114840510050214970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=114840510050214970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114840510050214970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114840510050214970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-everyone-im-back-not-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-114797952779009719</id><published>2006-05-19T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:41.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'i've always wanted to be a writer', kiren thought. that is why she blogs eventhough she's fully aware that the amount of people who read her posts comes up to be about 5. still. she does it anyway. it gives her an enormous sense of well being. when she was younger, she started writing a novel. it was about a guy and a girl in high school and it involves magic and time travel and juvenile romance. she used to watch buffy and stargate. she now wonders what happened to that novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiren went home from uni last wednesday much to the surprise of her mother. kiren's mum did not ask why she had come home. when she did ask, however, it went something like 'did you come back just to watch football?'. kiren sat bewildered and slightly scared that her mum would tell her dad and her dad would, in turn, get mad at her and give her a long and painful lecture, if she were to say yes. but she said yes anyway, knowing she couldnt lie to her mum. and she was rewarded for telling the truth by not having to listen to her dad's painful lecture. at least not yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she came home for the sole purpose of watching arsenal triumph over barcelona in the champions league final. her trip home was only 50% worth it. she watched arsenal, thats for sure. but they didnt triumph over barcelona. they came close though considering the circumstances they were in. losing 2-1 to the spanish champions when they were 1 man down proved that they put up some serious resistance, however futile it seemed. kiren's thought pattern during the match went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st minute: oohh kick off. where's freddie? there he is. how cute. wow, they started off well. good possession. the pace is great. keep this up and we'll win for sure. urgh, its so creepy down here all alone at this time of night. aiyo, hungry la pulak. just wait till half time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the following 15 minutes, similar thoughts flashed across her simple mind. complicated thoughts such as the probability that arsenal would go home with the champions league trophy never surfaced because she had to concentrate really hard on where the ball was as it traveled at different speeds from player to player. so she was completely settled on the sofa, feeling content at the way her boys was playing. that was until the around the 18th minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 18th minute: shite! it went in. owh wait. good. the ref stopped the game. shite! not good. could be a yellow card and a penalty considering lehmann grabbed dat dude's ankle. wtf?? a red card?? he's got to be joking. y not let the goal stand and just let everything go. why ref why??? why would you sabotage all hope of arsenal winning this match?? this is unjust!! haha. emotional nye the commentator. must be an arsenal supporter. oh well. at least its not a penalty. come on almunia!! bring it on! hmm. pires is coming off. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it pretty much went that way for another 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 40th minute: yes! eboue is down! looks a bit dramatised. but nevermind. a free kick is a free kick. ref is dodgy. here comes the free kick. it went in! it went in!! yes! must not shout. one-nil to the arsenal! yes! i love sol campbell. just hold on till half time boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they held on. as soon as dodgy ref blew the halftime whistle, kiren went into the kitchen to look for something edible. she opened the cupboard doors and saw a packet of chipsmore cookies. kiren didnt feel like having anything sweet. so she decided to have maggi instead. as kiren is writing all this down, she feels hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;at the start of the second half, kiren was happy that arsenal were one up and that she was no longer hungry after having eaten a bowl of nice hot maggi. for most of the second half, she just watched the ball (and the players) play the beautiful game as barcelona kept attacking harder. there were tonnes of alarming instances when she thought that barca would score. she then understood why doctors claim that watching football, particularly final matches, can be hazardous to one's health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;having a full tummy, kiren dozed off. barely 5 seconds after she did (or what she thought was 5 seconds), she heard the commentators' voices get all excited. and she woke up with a start. as she looked at the scoreboard, her heart sank. in the 77th minute, barca had equalised. she was sad. feeling that had she stay awake, arsenal would still have been in the lead. she made herself feel better thinking that the match outcome does not, in anyway, depend on her retained consciousness. so she hoped that arsenal would hold on until the final whistle so that the match would be decided on penalties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;however much she hoped, she was disappointed at last. barca scored again sometime near the 90th minute. and she knew it was all over. unless arsenal could score in the final 2 minutes or so, the trophy was barca's. kiren felt hopeless and depressed as the referree added 4 minutes of extra time and then finally blew the whistle. arsenal had lost the champions' league final. kiren felt teary eyed. it was so close. yet as she watched the arsenal players looked on as barca pranced in joy, she couldnt help but feel an immense sense of pride. they had come really far. losing to barca is nothing to be embarrassed about. they were the worthiest opponent. so she went upstairs and slept, in preparation of a whole day of taunts that will surely befall her the following day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;khairun 'third person' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-114797952779009719?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/114797952779009719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=114797952779009719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114797952779009719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114797952779009719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-always-wanted-to-be-writer-kiren.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-114598811595497753</id><published>2006-04-26T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:40.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its heartbreaking when you see someone else living your dreams. as much as you want them to do well, there's still that small part of you that wonders, why him and why not me? (by you, i mean me). ah well. i'll get over it. i'm gonna have to get over it. its not as if i can do anything about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'living my alternative dreams' baharuddin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-114598811595497753?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/114598811595497753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=114598811595497753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114598811595497753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114598811595497753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-heartbreaking-when-you-see-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-114548454319213392</id><published>2006-04-20T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:40.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;goooooood moooooooorniiiiiiing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what a wonderful morning it is. heheh. AAAAARRSENAAALLLLLL!! yes. its 4.45 in the morning and i just finished watching arsenal took on villareal at highbury. the result? one niiilllll to the arsenal. although it really should've been 3 nil. stupid linespeople. they were so wrong. hahaha. not gonna count my chickens just yet though. its only the first leg. and its at home. so i'll just count my chickens next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights? obviously the goal by toure. erm, and the squirrel i guess. hahaha. so cute. early in the first half there was this squirrel on the pitch. and it stayed on for a while too. hahaha. the ref stopped the game for a bit. it wasnt that much of a nuisance. but i guess if the players were to step on it, the pitch would get very messy. haha. lets see. what else. hmm. forlan, in my opinion still looks very much like a ponce. and the goalie. barbosa. 4 words. pirates of the carribean!! hahaha. arrr! arsenal controlled most of the match. there were tons of chances. a bit unlucky i guess. oh yeah, 5 minutes of extra time at the end of the match? now i've seen everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. arsenal are currently 5th in the league. behind tottenham. horrorshow, i know, but its true. we do have a game in hand though (we've played 34, they already played 35) but even if we win that, we'd still be behind. so after doing a bit of maths, the best shot we have of finishing fourth to qualify for the champs league through the premier league, is if they lose all of their remaining games and we win all of ours. we play them next matchday. if i had to choose, i'd say that we'd win that match. hahaha. elsewhere, chelsea couldnt celebrate winning the title just yet since united beat tottenham so technically they're still in the race even though they're like 11 points behind. give it up united. its pointless. after only being beaten 3 times in 35 matches, do you actually think they'll lose the last 3? doubt it. save yourselves the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, trip to penang. last time i stopped at the first day of the trip. alrighty then, second day. we got hold of a car. big help. otherwise we wouldve had to take the bus everywhere. that would've been really inconvenient. so many thanks to fahan's uncle n aunt n cousin for lending it to us. it was a honda charade i think. modified. haha. u know, massive exhaust, lowered. kinda cute if you looked at it long an hard. grows on you i guess. anyways, early that thursday morning (okay, maybe not so early), we took the car to the beach. batu feringghi. dunno if i spelt that right. we drove to the ferry terminal and took a ferry across the river and from there we just followed the signs (road signs, not divine related or anything like that), designated driver, una!! thanx dear. she's great at it. drove like she knew her way round. didnt get lost once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the first part of the day was spent at the beach. love that salty, fishy smell. we did lots of things. well, the limited number of things that could be done at the beach anyway. we played tag in the sea (tiring), we drew our names on the sand, made hand prints and took pictures of it (will try to get hold of the pictures), we just sat there and had a competition to see who can resist the waves the best. all in all it was fun. first obstacle, however, came when we saw a lizard come up from the sea. gross. we all came up to the beach as fast as we could. but after the lizard left, we went back into the laut. the thing that really made us quit was the sighting of a jellyfish. in a scene straight out of jaws, we came up to the shore running and freaking out, like our very lives depended on getting out of the water. or was it just me? still. we were scared. after that we didnt go back into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after we were done with the beach. we had lunch and then we went to the spice garden. that was nice. it was like going into the forest minus all the trekking. we just walked on the pavements. saw lots of trees (obviously). and lots of spice plant things. half the things there i didnt know looked like that. get what i mean? highlight of that visit? all of us taking turns to go into the hammock. a bit like jakun la us. but we didnt care. there werent anyone else around. and there was this cool massive swing that could probably fit all five of us but being the law abiding citizens that we were, we only went on it two at a time since that was the limit. yeah, that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to georgetown. visited fort cornwallis. that was cool. they had them old school rifles/muskets. you know, the type that you can only fire once at a time and you have to stuff the bullets and the explosive through the muzzle into the barrel using them long sticks. so that was cool. loadsa cannons everywhere. i lost track of the times i went up to a cannon and started chanting 'AAAARSENAAALLL'. people probably thought i was a lunatic. i wouldve been an embarrassment to my parents. haha. anyhow, that place was really cool. there was supposed to be a moat around it but they had to bury it back in god knows when because there was a malaria outbreak. it was cool being there. total time warp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt stay long there because it was closing. went to masjid kapitan keling (another historical site) for prayers and then went back to batu feringghi in search of dvds. it was real late by the time we got them. fahan got marah-ed at by her uncle for coming back so late. but i guess in a sense it was worth it. we went back using the penang bridge. pretty. liked it lots. an engineering marvel (geeky siot). so that was basically it for the 2nd day. i reckon i'll leave the third day for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys mustve noticed the skin change. for those of you like kma who were quick, you got to see the green one with the horrid arrangement where my post was way too low. wanted to fix it. couldnt be arsed. couldnt figure out how to change the size of my tagboard (yes, i am very much IT illiterate). so the best way is to change the skin completely. hahaha. didnt really like the green one anyway. reminded me of mouldy mould. so get use to this one folks. because the next change wont be for another long while. oh yeah, i reckon the woman in the pic is kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, thats all for now folks. dah subuh dah pun. sleep is beckoning. oh yeah. watched supernatural a few nights ago. lets just say its the first tv show, or any show for that matter, that gave me nightmares. highly recommended. its coming on axn in may. yay!! jensen ackles = hot. right then. now i'm really going. stay outta trouble lads and lasses. adios y hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'gooner' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-114548454319213392?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/114548454319213392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=114548454319213392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114548454319213392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114548454319213392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/04/goooooood-moooooooorniiiiiiing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-114530890069855476</id><published>2006-04-18T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:40.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;hey y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhh....been awhile hasnt it? more than a month definitely. hahaha. no excuses. i've just been doing other stuff. mostly useless, as usual, but they're other stuff nonetheless. so how's everyone? good i hope. me? well, my left ankle hurts after i twisted it when i was wearingmy wedge sandals. it didnt hurt straight away. truth be told i was just glad no one saw it. would've been real embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, everything's fine n dandy! on holiday right now, as are most of you. a bit sad that we only get two weeks, but i cant complain too much. some people only got less than a week. results will be out soon. *shudder*. i had a terrible nightmare last night. i dreamt i got an F for my thermodynamics. shock shock horror horror. the thought of it alone sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, onto something less depressing. lots had happened while i wasnt blogging. the most obvious one was the final exams. three weeks of pure mental torture. started with introduction to flight. i sucked at that. then onto introduction to organizational behaviour. i reckoned i did alright. next it was fluid mechanics. sucked at that too. and then linear algebra. sucked. then engineering materials. sucked. and last, but by no means least, thermodynamics. sucked times ten to the power of infinity squared. if that was possible. wait a sec, this isnt something less depressing. nevermind. wrote a paragraph of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week i did something fun. barely a year after the trip to langkawi, we all had another trip to penang. gosh that was fun. tiring. but fun. went by train on tuesday night. yes, by train. i know i said i wouldnt but i did. dunno why though. i guess i thought that i would've gotten used to the bright flourescent lights and the swaying from side to side. i thought wrong. didnt sleep the whole night. except maybe for about ten minutes. got to penang eight hours later looking like a raccoon. it wasnt even subuh yet. so we wandered arouond, me, fahan, una, faiz and fana. then after prayers we went and got on the ferry to get to the island. saw the sunrise. breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people were busy getting to work. we were busy being awestruck by just about everything. the dock, the ferry, the sea, the sunrise. when we got to the island, we had breakfast and after that we got cracking. first up, komtar. we were still lugging around our bags n stuff coz we couldnt find anywhere suitable to put them. so in the end we had to be contented with leaving them with this dude who runs this luggage-keeping business. not the best idea, but i'd rather not lug the gigantamous backpack around. from komtar we went to ayer hitam. we wanted to go up penang hill formerly known as bukit bendera. we waited for ages and ages for a bus. we even went hiking up the kek lok si temple while we waited. fana was awestruck. even bought a pair of samurai swords. i was tired and stinky by the time we reached the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we finally managed to get to bukit bendera. went up the cable car. the coaches were filled with people. the ride up the hill was horrid. we had to stand and the carriage was just filled with people that it was almost sickening. but then when we reached the top, everything seemed worth it. the view overlooking the island was awesome. the air was cleaner too. no trafic congestion or things like that. everything was so peaceful. the only thing i didnt like was the fact that butteflies were every-effin-where. i do wonder where they all came from. they kept following me too. cynical little creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after spending some time there, we went back down and had lunch. then we all went shopping at komtar. nothing much though. and then we took the ferry back to mainland and waited around for a bus so we could get to fahan's gran's place. the bus ride to fahan's gran's place was nothing short of adventurous. its like going on them roller coasters, minus the safety harnesses. it was scary yet exciting. completely unsafe though. but we all got out alive. thats what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the scary bus ride we arrived at the kampung. and it was a proper kampung too. with sawah and everything. it was dark coz it was night by then. and we had to go past a cemetery. and we found out later that faiz saw this white light coming from the place. i didnt see jack. probably coz i was trying my best not to look at the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so ends the first day. will put the pictures up later. the second part will be put up later as well. best be off now. no arsenal update. they're doing alright. too sleepy to get into details. will do later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyt boys and gurls. stay outta trouble. adios y hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'raccoon' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-114530890069855476?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/114530890069855476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=114530890069855476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114530890069855476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114530890069855476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-yall-oohhh.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-114037584382970990</id><published>2006-02-20T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:39.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;halloooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels weird to type. buihihi (my new laugh). an update finally!! yay!! sorry to those who got tired of checking up every so often just so you could read my rants. its just that i've been really really lazy lately (heheh, bet you thought i was gonna say busy). anyways, how've you been?? to those who've finally finished their midterm exams, congratulations for surviving the 2nd toughest period of the semester. i still have the 2nd fluid test next saturday. so no ronggeng-ing for me. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. loads have happened since the last rant. obviously. i mean, a whole month went by. buihihi. for those of you who've been reading una's blog, yes, i went berjoget yesterday. and no, i'm not about to embarrass myself by telling you people the exact details of what went on during the whole berjoget session. what i can tell you is that i had about 1 day of berjoget practice before i had to betul2 berjoget in front of about 100 ppl. heres a pic from the berjoget session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1135/1600/kawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1135/320/kawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt; oh yeah, i had a total blast. if you completely disregard the bit at the end where i had to wait outside the gate of college hafaf at 3 in the morning for more than 40 minutes so that the pak guard would come and unlock the bloody gate for us. and the bit after that where i had to sleep without kipas coz there was some stuff being done at the sungai pusu's tnb cawangan. still, i cant complain much. it was a good experience. opportunities like these dont come round often. and when else would iiu be engulfed in complete darkness save for the light from the moon. it was breath taking. me and yan and runiz and aishah literally lied down on the street looking up at the stars. the sky was so clear last night. not a cloud in sight. pretty. oh yeah, since when is it common knowledge that the 1st ever catholic church built in malaysia is the St Paul's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was fun too. went back to melaka to join the petronas ngv family day thingamabob. visited uwan (bless her heart) who hasnt been feeling well lately. then stayed at this kawaii apartment in ayer keroh where we had the family day. it wasnt really a family day. it was more like a family afternoon. but still. it was truck loadsa fun. when else do i get to see my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1135/1600/P2110236.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1135/320/P2110236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;dad engage in a child to child communication type thing. came in third in two events. one was carrying marbles with chopsticks (a difficult game which requires wit and dexterity) and egg throwing (no wit or dexterity involved, just fear of having egg splattered all over your face). that night we had the first pngv annual dinner. it was nice. karaoke sessions and witty banter all round. plus, that's when the 6 of us collected the 10 sets of condiment container thingies. yep, that's what we got for coming 3rd in 2 events. the morning after i woke up with a pair of really sore quads after my pathetic attempt at walking the length of a volleyball court without touching the ground and with 3 bricks as tools (??). had breakfast and then took part in a few rounds of volleyball matches. i teamed up with some of my dad's colleagues and staff (all over the age of 30 i reckon) and dude went in the opposite team, teaming up with a lot of really old people. that was quite an experience. never thought i could get my arse kicked by a bunch of old geezers. but that's life for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1135/1600/P1230208.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5386/1135/320/P1230208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;hmm. what else did i do?? oh yeah! i went to genting with my roomates yan, kak ima and kak iza plus kak ayu, who could be considered my roomate since she hangs out at our room most of the time. that was really really fun (i've ran out of adjectives to describe fun). it coulda been way more fun if it werent raining and half the cool rides werent closed. but it was all good. i enjoyed the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arsenal-wise, things arent looking so good. lost the fa cup draw with bolton, and the premiership match against liverpool last week. got real madrid next week. *shudder*. its ok. i have faith. we WILL win something this season. and that something will be the CHAMPIONS LEAGUE (applause). and we WILL qualify for europe next season. theres no doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats it for now. i've gots to go y'all. tomorrow have to wake up early to go back to uni. so take care boys n girls. adios y hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'geographically challenged' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-114037584382970990?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/114037584382970990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=114037584382970990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114037584382970990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/114037584382970990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/02/halloooo.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-113696791917352252</id><published>2006-01-11T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:39.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;buenos dias!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how've you been? good i hope (wahahaha! skema siot). first thing's first. havent had the chance to say this yet, so, HAPPY NEW YEAR!! hope all of you will have the best year ever and that god will keep you all out of harm's way.i havent made any new year's resolutions this year. its pointless. i know i'll break them within a week anyway, being the ever-so-determined person that i am. hahaha. besides, i reckon you shouldnt just make resolutions when new year comes. make them any time you like. right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more wish. SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDIL ADHA!!! its a bit pointless to tell you all to eat moderately coz i definitely didnt. hahaha. talk about gluttony. which makes me wonder whether eating glutinous rice makes me even more of a glutton. is that the right word? ah well, you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking the other day how much useless info my brain can retain. its silly that i can remember the middle names and birthdays of the arsenal first team and not the really important formulas for fluid mechanics. i try and try to forget that karl fredrik ljungberg was born on 16th of april 1977. but it doesnt work. so i guess i'll just have to live with that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of arsenal. hahaha. i missed a whole lot of matches. the one i'm really upset about missing is the home game against united. managed a draw against them. cant complain really considering they're 2nd and we're not. apparently those who were lucky enough to have watched it thought it was a good match. but every cloud has a silver lining. i watched the arsenal match triumph against middlesbrough (again, skema giler ayat). sangat hebat!!! i didnt see the beginning due to foreseen circumstances (which is ayah taking the mickey and not letting me watch). by the time i tuned in it was about 3 minutes till half time and arsenal were 4-0 up! i was like, biar betul, but the scoreboard never lies. bwahahaha!! serves u right boro for beating us 2-1 in september. padan muka. although no one reading this would care so much since i doubt that any of them are boro fans so the gloating privileges cant be used to full effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after halftime i got a bit sleepy so i decided to just watch the replay some other time until dude came in and said 'dude, its 5-0'. so i went back downstairs and watched the rest of the match with henry back to his full capabilities and scoring a hat trick. all hail king henry! seriously though, i didnt think boro took us seriously enough. their defence was rubbish i think. they knew henry never miss chances so why did they leave all that space for him to run around. that is a question that would be left unanswered. so seven-nil is the final score, and that whinger cattermole goes home crying after 20 mins of whinging. (okay, i made that crying part up but the rest is true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elsewhere, united were thrashed by city. hahaha. you have to feel sorry for them. gloating rights for city fans fully deserved considering united are 2nd and city are not. kinda makes me feel inferior considering we're higher than city but only managed a draw with united. but that, ladies and gents, is the power of underestimation and the beauty of football. watch enough and you'll see pleasant surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the non-footballing world. i dont get why some people (particularly older people), cant take other people's opinions. i mean, you have your opinion, i'm entitled to mine, i so dont have to agree with you. you voiced yours out and i voiced out mine, thats it la. why must people who cant take other people's opinions shove their opinions down other people with different opinions's throats. your opinion doesnt have to be right. huargh!! sangat frustrating. if you didnt catch that the first time, try reading it again. hahaha. points go out to those who can tell me how many times i mentioned the word opinion, including that last one, in this paragraph. hahaha. no prizes though. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is the mid-sem break. ooohh!! lotsa plans in store. we plan to go to genting on the monday but whether i go not entirely depends on dear father who seems to be enjoying taking the mick out of me more and more recently. therefore, i have made a foolproof plan! behold!! plan X!! this plan involves me and my comfy bed at home, the tv i'm sorely missing and the internet, for downloading anime pleasure. safety features include the 'no going out = no outside injury' theory whereby if you dont go out, chances are you wouldnt get involved in a car accident. although household accidents should be taken into considerations, the chances of that happening are greatly reduced if i dont leave my bed, which is why this plan is so foolproof (its was proven by a fool). whats more is that i can finally catch up on the 56 hours of sleep i missed during the past 7 weeks. bwahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think thats it for now. got thermo at 2 dis afternoon (20 mins away at the time of writing). i have physically prepared for the lecture by not eating lunch, so that the hunger would keep me awake during class. its hilarious how much my classmates' energy level change during the point of entering the class, where energy level is at its peak (noisy kids) to the middle of the class where energy level is at its lowest (kids dozing off and tersengguk). bwahahaha. thats how i live through thermo lectures, by looking at other people dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then, now i'm really gonna go. updates later (3 weeks from now is still later). stay outta trouble lads and lasses. adios y hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'can take other people's opinions' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-113696791917352252?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/113696791917352252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=113696791917352252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113696791917352252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113696791917352252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2006/01/buenos-dias-howve-you-been-good-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-113512943555322373</id><published>2005-12-21T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:39.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;good morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm updating my blog (shocker!) on a wednesday morning (even more of a shocker!!). what's the world coming to?? hahaha. in case you're wondering why i'm updating my blog merely 5 days after my last post, i'll tell you why. its not a mid-life crisis. i just dont have anything better to do. woke up at 7.30 this morning thinking i got fluid mechanics lab at 8.30. got to the lab on time, saw a few people hanging about outside so i hung about outside too (sheep). i hung and i hung and i hung until about 9 when someone came up to us and said that the lab instructor's whereabouts couldnt be traced (wtf??). therefore, lab is cancelled (wtf??) and we'd have to do it next week (wtf??) when we're really supposed to be having tutorial next week (wtf??). huargh!!! bosan siot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, typical blog usage as a channel to vent out all dissatisfaction. oh, i can write proper english sentences in case some people are wondering. hahaha. its just that i choose not to. its too much of a hassle. especially if the keyboard i'm using is like the one i'm using now. keyboards in the lab are so rigid. its like i have to put in twice as much effort to type something in this lab, then i would normally. get what i mean? hahaha. ntahpapentah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. usually there'd be a paragraph about football in every post. wondering whether i should write something now. as most of you know (if not all), arsenal lost. i'm in a period of mourning. but i havent lost faith. the gunners will once again be untouchable and everything will turn out fine. to those who no longer believe that arsenal will reign supreme, cast away your doubts. although texting redza, someone who doesnt watch football during the arsenal chelsea match kind of opened my eyes to other people's views of arsenal. in any case, they're all wrong. hahaha. its funny though how i was convinced arsenal could still win that match when we're 2 nil down with ten minutes to go. actually its not that funny. rather sad come to think of it. okay now i'm depressed. the carling cup match btwn arsenal and doncaster is tonight. pushovers i guess. but i wont count my chickens until they've hatched. you know, just in case i feel like having scrambled eggs or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then. i'll be off now. need the loo (completely useless information to all of you). class starts in 15 mins. stay outta trouble boys and gurls. adios and hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'mourning' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-113512943555322373?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/113512943555322373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=113512943555322373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113512943555322373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113512943555322373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-morning-im-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-113475268892467614</id><published>2005-12-16T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:38.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;hello all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame tak tulis2 here. bwahahaha (massive understatement). wat with duduk2 n tgk2 tv n surfing da net n all, i dun seem to find da tym to blog. hahaha. wat a loada bull. i looked at da posts n wen they were written. it seems lyk there is a marked decrease in da number of posts per month. if i plot da graph of number of posts versus month, i will get a linear graph which fits da equation y=-x+8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, as is apparent from my ongoing rant abt bloody posts per month, uni had inevitably started. been going great so far. relaxed, not much hassle or brain usage. except for linear algebra n vector calculus (i think dats da course title). 1st day pun dah start blaja. i dun mind it coz matrix seems to be kinda cool. but soaking in knowledge at 8.30 in da morning afta a long period of not soaking anything at all is like a piece of metal sponge scourer thing trying to soak up water. it wouldnt. u get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, its cool meeting up wiv every1 again. yan is as perky as eva wiv her rather disturbing infatuation wiv mawi, fana all bz wiv her bro's wedding 2molo n using da fact dat she left her bedsheet at home as an excuse to not stay in uni (lucky gal, my mum wont have ne of dat. da nyt i had to come back to uni after da cuti, i found out i left my locker key kat rumah n i was lyk 'damn u, u no good memory!!!' so since i put my bantal in da locker, i used my bag full of baju as a bantal thinking 'hebatnye me to think up sumthing as ingenious as using bag full of baju as a bantal'. but in the end i tak pakai pun coz all da baju packed into da bag made it keras. so next morning i decided to go thru my bag and behold!! wat do u no, my locker key. ah yes, da epitome of forgetfullness. i was thinking 'horridnye me cari 80 kali pun still boleh tak jumpe'. actually, i was juz glad dat i didnt have to wear slipper jamban to go to class, coz my kasut pun in da locker juge). where was i before i opened da brackets? oh yea, cool to see people again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was, howeva, very uncool to terserempak wiv my ungs 2040 lecturer during breakfast at deen melawati a day afta i found out about my results. i dun think he recognised me. but still, couldnt enjoy my breakfast knowing he was less than 5 yards away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehow, football. arsenal drew wiv real bloody madrid (sheesh, who in their right mind would call themselves the meringues, da bunch of pansies) for da nxt round of champs league. bugger. as if doing badly in da league wasnt bad enuff. speaking of da league, dis weekend, da ultimate showdown btwn london's giants, arsenal will take on chelsea at da famous highbury stadium where da gunners will go on to beat chelsea to a pulp, subsequently leading to da sacking of jose mourinho and da signing of 10 year contract of henry, wenger n john terry, who realised dat chelsea are a buncha poofs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like my love affair wiv naruto wasnt shortlived as i had previously predicted. to add spice to da relationship, i met kurosaki ichigo, a shinigami wiv bright orange hair. he's 15 tho. does dat make me a paedophile?? i mean, he's physically an adult, i mean, well toned abs as a result of severe training. owh n his zanpakuto, zangetsu, is really macho too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think dats enuff fer now. pray thee dat i wont be too lazy to update my blog. coz my graph of number of posts versus months needs to be inverted. blargh!! bloody 4 by 4 inverted matrix quiz thingamabob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehow, dats outta my system. which juz so happens to be an open system (control volume) where there are fluids dat follow da navier stokes equation n landing gears are great. i best be off now. stay outta trouble gurls n boys. adios n hasta luego. bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'a few millilitres short of a full 1.5 litre coke bottle' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-113475268892467614?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/113475268892467614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=113475268892467614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113475268892467614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113475268892467614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-all-lame-tak-tulis2-here.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-113221280250411461</id><published>2005-11-17T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:38.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;konichiwa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote lyk 5 paragraphs last nyt. tapi then my sis had to use da laptop to do her thesis on bacteria or sumthin so then i didnt save. pandai kan??? neway, before i 4get, SLAMAT HARI RAYE!!! MAAF ZAHIR N BATIN!!! tau la dah 2 minggu raye. dats y we raye sebulan. juz in case ppl lyk me who are malas nak update blog, wait sampai its almost habis raye baru nak update blog n wish ppl slamat hari raye. hmm. faham tak dat sentence??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so raye went brilliantly. i mean, wen else cud u stuff ur face wiv rendang n ketupat n lemang n kuih raye n not have ne1 tell u to stop?? n dis year, my big sis invited her mauritian friend najla to raye wiv us. she's 20 n doing food tech at upm. becoz upm punye exams not finished yet, she cant go back to celebrate raye in mauritius. tough gurl. i dun think i'd be able to face da fact dat i cant raye wiv my family. sedeynye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to melaka on diwali. so da day before raye was spent cooking n stuff. i had da godawful task of mengacau rendang. trust me, its not sumthing u wana do wen u're puasa. oh da temptation!!! n then there was dis whole argument about nak isi ketupat sampai mane. mum sed a bit more than half. but then ayah sed a third. my wan was bz so we didnt ask her. in the end we isi da ketupat until its a third full. dunno wat happened to it. didnt eat ketupat mase raye. makan nasi impit je. hahahaha. but apparently its kinda lembik. i guess mum was right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raye day. woke up. fought for da bathroom. eat rendang. felt weird coz not used to makan at 8 in da morning. went for semayang raye. giler ramai orang. balik. makan a bit more. got ready for da salam session n photography session. felt teary-eyed fer najla who was talking on da fon to her mum in mauritius lyk in french n really fast. cant make out a word she sed. makan lagi. watch tv. decided dat its cerite ntahapentah n ate sumo. then went to atok n nenek sedare's houses. had to ride wiv ayah coz mum drove d other car. had a pointless argument about y da car in front is so freaking slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;pasang doves cd only fer it 2 be switched off after a few songs coz according to ayah, it was 'bising'. had to listen to nurul's (my younger sis) mixed cd. made faces coz da songs r boring but no1 noticed coz ayah was driving n nurul was at da back. went to a few houses. ate sumo. najla asked y is it dat all da houses we go to, we eat. had to explain dat raye in malaysia mmg like dat. afta finish going to all da houses dat we were s'pose 2, headed back to melaka. used da highway. bad idea. giler banyak cars. both ways. stopped at a rest stop. still ramai orang. got back on da highway, saw a car got turned in an accident. thank god it wasnt fatal. wanted to sleep but kesian kat ayah bawak car sorang2. sampai rumah, ate n slept. healthy aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day raye, headed home. not as many cars. ayah wanted to leave early so dat he'll sempat catch da friday prayers at da masjid behind my house. mum led da way. ayah followed. it was funny. if i were mum, i'd be stressed out. went straight to rumah atok. lotsa ppl there. atok's daughters n their families mainly. salam atok n nenek, ate n be merry. ah yes, happy days!! kesimpulannya, raye is better than ne other holiday in da whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days later, da cuti mode kicked in. u no, still awake at ungodly hours, sleep until its noon. wake up fer a few hours n then sleep again sampai u feel sick. its great. hahahaha. n during dis cuti, i managed to finish watching naruto. yay! not really finish tho. coz da series tak habis lagi. its more lyk i managed to catch up wiv da series la kot. hahahaha. hebat kan? its now episode 160. downloaded it but havent watched yet. seen da rest. except for episode 139. da gambar tak elok so i had to skip an episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways. dats it fer now. on da footballing front, da 32 teams for da world cup. lemme see. from asia there r iran, s.korea, japan n 1 more i cant remember but its definitely not malaysia la. haha. sum countries from africa including dis country called togo (??) well done to them. lotsa countries from europe qualified. australia qualified. switzerland qualified (yay!). united states, brazil n sum other countries qualified. arsenal will be represented by kolo toure, phillipe senderos, sol campbell, ashley cole, thierry henry...basically da whole 1st team la kot. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie then, now i'm really done. nyt y'all. eat lots, drink plenty n be merry. peace out. adios n hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'rendang monster' baharuddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-113221280250411461?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/113221280250411461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=113221280250411461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113221280250411461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113221280250411461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/11/konichiwa-i-wrote-lyk-5-paragraphs.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-113041945605199014</id><published>2005-10-27T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:38.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;good day and a massive hello to every1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of u who's reading dis most likely dah finish wiv da bane of ur existences which are da finals so i'd like to wish u all a very happy n festive holiday!!!! u deserve it. especially those who had to go thru calculus 2 n electronix. *shudder*. i feel sick juz thinking about my results. but dats all in da past. i'm in holiday mode now. woohoo!!! sleep eat n be merry. but eat at nyt only la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to da nxt point (i dun really no wot my 1st point was but saying 'which brings me to my 1st point' kinda sounds silly but it might juz work). alrite! scrap wot i juz sed. which brings me 2 my 1st point. nxt week raye oledi. sgt hebat. tak rase lame pun puase. like before if puase i'd be lyk 'bile nak raye'. but dis year not lyk dat pun. n da excitement pun different. y agaknye? ne suggestions y? hmm...mystery la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rite now i'm at home n spending my days watching naruto. no cartoon series have been able 2 move me quite as much as naruto. i laugh, i cry, i curse and i get anxious along wiv them. sounds odd? dont judge me until u've watched it urself. ahaha. ppl say watching cartoons is bad fer u but i dun think so. not wen its naruto neway. it teaches u stuff. japanese mainly. i now know how to say 'why me', 'perverted hermit', and sum other phrases, mainly ending wiv 'dattebayo!!!'. ahaha. fer those who havent seen, please, i beg of u, go see! i have all da episodes if u wana boro. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess watching it got side fx kot. its like i cant tell da difference between reality and made up world nemore. i often find myself doing seals wiv my hands n trying 2 concentrate chakra on my palm n doing da rasengan n getting highly frustrated wen it doesnt work. oh, n 1 more thing, is it normal to fall in love wiv a cartoon character at my age? i mean, kalau kecik2 dulu suke kat all da princes in da disney films understandable la kan, but i fancy kakashi sensei sooo much. ahaha. i wonder if theres a guy who looks like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animes aside, lets get to da serious stuff. football. as much as i hate looking at da midtable section 2 find arsenal's position, it juz proves wot a beautiful game football is. u might be on top 1 season and nowhere da nxt. altho all da stick da press is giving arsenal is getting too much. its not really dat fair. all d injuries n da financial instability. dun write us off. its only october. i have faith. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehow, dats it fer now. juz pray dat i wont be too lazy to update dis blog. take care boys n gurls. adios n hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun '6th hokage' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-113041945605199014?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/113041945605199014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=113041945605199014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113041945605199014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/113041945605199014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-day-and-massive-hello-to-every1.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112841516534914302</id><published>2005-10-04T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:37.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;g'day ladies n gents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;long tym no blog (wot else is nu?) its nad's b'day 2day so here's a massive shoutout 2 nad-chan. happy 20th! god bless u m'dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;lemme see, since da last tym i wrote, i have managed 2 do a number of stupid things. 2 in particular came 2 mind (only bcoz they're da most recent). numero uno happened in la trabaja tienda (direct and oh so incorrect translation of workshop). u'd expect to get injured there so by right u shud be more careful. but not me. nosirree. i was looking at da turning punye chips, u no, da pretty springy silvery ones dat look lyk tinsel (christmas came early!!). i was so mesmerised by these things dat i decided to take one and try n straighten it out. wen dat was done, i went n picked up anotha one. and anotha, and anotha. until pade suatu ketike dimane da pretty turning chipping thing decided 2 take revenge on da way its brothers n sisters got straightened out and it cut my thumb. so it bled (my thumb). n it bled a lot tapi i takot nak mintak plaster kat pakcik tuh. dah la permanent pms (kan alan kan? mengalahkan gurls). which reminds me, i got told off last nyt by dat pakcik coz i was on da fon. i mean, i completely understand if it were during class tym ke, tapi dis was during ot. besides, it was my mum calling, takkan i nak biar je. haiyo! me n alan came to da conclusion dat he's deprived of fon calls. or deprived of sumthing la. otherwise he wont turn out 2 be so bitter lyk dat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;nehow, numero dos happened yesterday. i wanted 2 kejar da lift. its lyk 'yang dikejar tak dapat, yang dibawa berciciran' or sumthin 2 dat effect (my bm is deteriorating). da lift oso didnt stop, and i managed to bang my knee against da wall. sakit maa. now its all bruised. takpe la. bruises will only make u stronger kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;moving on. workshop is fast becoming a pain in da bum. i mean, serves me right la kot 4 putting things off till so late but who could blame me? kalau da stuff we do r interesting mesti i'd be rearing 2 do it. actually dats not true. haha. imagine if da technician or demo looked lyk freddie ljungberg, mesti i wana ot hari2. haha. gatal siot! so now all da workpieces have 2 be handed in within a real short amount of time. so sangat lah kelam kabut. tapi takpe. i work best under pressure. its all good. haha. yeah rite. if u see me crying my eyes or tearing my hair out, dont bother asking y la. coz it'll be bcoz of workshop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;good news! 2molo start puase. yay! me likey puase. coz afta puase its raye. n raye's a whole lotta fun. but it was kinda sedih coz i missed da penyimpan cop mohor raje2 or sumthin punye announcement. dat has to be da best. nvm, terpakse la tunggu raye nanti. god bless all of ur puase n ibadah during da coming month k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;on a slightly alarming note, at abt 4am last nyt da floor above mine ade kebakaran. cant be serious tho. i didnt know abt it until i bangun dis morning. which shows how tido mati i am or how faulty da alarm system in my block is. either way, had it been a great big fire, i'd probably die of smoke inhalation or mmg rentung terbakar la. oh yeah, me n da rest of da ppl in my block. so dis morning i saw sum ppl investigating (whoooo r u? who who who who (dat was da csi opening theme btw)). i reckon it was da work of an arson. not me tho. i'm a certified pyrophile but i'm not a pyromaniac. fire burns la. sum ppl mustve missed dat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;neways, gtg. stay outta trouble. especially if da trouble involves fire. adios y hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;khairun 'magpie' baharuddin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112841516534914302?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112841516534914302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112841516534914302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112841516534914302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112841516534914302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/10/gday-ladies-n-gents-long-tym-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112687812323755975</id><published>2005-09-16T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:37.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;waddup peeps!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;howz every1 doing? good i hope. i know la, long time no blog. neva been really good at keeping journals. online or otherwise. figures its much easier 2 juz remember stuff. but then again, my memorizing skill isnt my strongest point so dats dat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;lemme see...its been hard to get in da groove dis past few weeks. da cuti hari tu was until wednesday of last week so i only went to class on thursday. even then there was no lab so i only really went to workshop dat thursday aftanoon. so everything was dandy. no stress. even workshop da weekly stress initiator pun didnt give me ne hassle. it was metal forming. we made cones outta sheets of metals!! haha. dat nyt i had management exam. hrmph. dat was a real pain in my backside. but didnt think too much of it coz if i did, mesti i'll end up in a loony bin. lets juz say i'm not cut out for dis management stuff. the only thing i'd be happy to manage is my fantasy football team. which i havent even chosen yet. haiyo. busynye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;nehow, went home on friday coz i had management group discussion. came back on sunday morning 2 do a bit of management but went home at abt noon coz there was no water (stupid truck spill all those precious palm oil in2 our water supply). its times like those dat i thank god i only live lyk 10 mins away from uni. i feel so sorry for those yang stay jauh2. i mean, water is a necessity. i wouldnt mind if i lived on da ground floor ke, but imagine ppl lyk nita who lives on da 5th floor nak angkut all those buckets o water. so dat aftanoon red sent me home n i managed to convince my mum 2 let me commute till water is back on. then on monday morning went 2 uni 4 classes. couldnt concentrate coz it was darn hot coz da air conditioning wasnt working. but during maths i heard da most wonerful news. classes were gona be cancelled starting 1 o'clock dat day till wednesday. so dat was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;so ape lagi, ronggeng la on tuesday. had a rombongan 2 midvalley. there were me, una, nad, faiz, fellow aerospace engineer fana, wani and pimp daddy naeem. hahaha. went to see creep. please stay away from dat movie. i mean, da whole purpose of a scary movie is to scare ppl rite? well, if dat was da objective of dis movie, it failed miserably. okla, maybe it scared wani so it wasnt a total loss. da starting pun kitorang dah gelak, altho dat wasnt really da director's fault. how is 'creep' translated to 'si pengampu'?? salah gile. conclusion die? jgn tgk, unless of course u're looking 2 have a good laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;onto more important matters. football. as always, u no likey, u skip2 la. yeah alrite, arsenal havent been doing well. i can admit dat. but its early days and we have a game in hand. and alan, i dun think ur theory of 'maen 5 kalah 2 therefore maen 10 kalah 4' is correct. hahaha. wot kinda assumption is dat. n d only reason ur laughing is bcoz united r ahead but it wont be for long. u enjoy ur moment near da top now la. itll be our turn soon enuff. u juz wait. da boro game was annoying tho. i was watching happily da 1st half where arsenal created loadsa chances. reyes was all over. it was a nytmare 2 be a defender marking reyes. so i was happy. then came 1 o'clock da damn astro sed 'services currently not available'. u cud imagine my wrath. thank god red was kind enuff 2 watch 4 me. near half tym, red txt me n sed 'arsenal scored'. n i was ecstatic even if i didnt see da goal. but then barely a minute later red txt me again n he was lyk 'sorry, boro scored. i woulda tot dey'd be wearing red'. lol. cute je. as heart breaking as dat was, it coulda been worse. i mean, redza 'kaki f1' imran watching football? i s'pose u cant really blame him 4 not knowing dat boro was da home team n are therefore wearing red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;so da champs league match ended on a better note. it was against fc 'who?' thun so i juz knew it was gona be a game we'd win (much lyk how i was confident dat boro were pushovers). apparently reyes left it till da last minute to get da 3 points n robin 'not a rapist' van persie was red carded. ah well. board of directors wana appeal against it. n dennis 'non-flying dutchman' bergkamp might juz travel 2 amsterdam 2 play ajax in da nxt champs league match. dunno how he'll go tho. eurostar maybe?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;alrite then. dats it 4 now. i gots 2 get goin. c y'all laterz. ciao cincau. (omg dats lame). stay outta trouble. adios n hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;khairun 'potential loon' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112687812323755975?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112687812323755975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112687812323755975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112687812323755975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112687812323755975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/09/waddup-peeps-howz-every1-doing-good-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112573533915686242</id><published>2005-09-03T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:37.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;hiya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;long time no blog eh? been lazy la (wot else is new?). b4 i go on ne further, SELAMAT HARI MERDEKA to semue rakyat Malaysia. aren't we blessed to be living in such a great country. u look in da nuz these days n see disasters everywer (katrina hurricane n dat stampede in iraq por ejemplo) n yet we're all safe n sound. makes u think twice abt complaining huh? i wont start goin on abt da meaning of merdeka now coz u can all go to alan's website for dat. he's got a very menginsafkan post. my atok cerite dat he went n picked up tunku abdul rahman from melaka b4 da ceremony, n he was actually there wen tunku abdul rahman laungkan MERDEKA 7 times. how cool is dat. cant imagine how they all must feel at dat moment. wen i hear it now, i feel immensely proud. but those ppl must've felt an extreme sense of relief and euphoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;moving on. its cuti now. 3 days cuti but its still cuti nonetheless. nasib baik i started my cuti on friday which means, counting da weekend, i get lyk 6 day's cuti. cant really enjoy it tho. got management exam da day i come back. haiyo. kene bace sangat banyak. okayla, tak la banyak sangat, but banyak la jugak. neways, plan 2 go on a picnic sumtym during da cuti but my ayah macam tak berape nak bagi. haiyo. perhaps if we have a picnic sumwer closer he wont mind so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;its internationals dis week. doesnt interest me much so, i wont be ranting abt football. oh yeah, mase merdeka tuh i juz sat n watched fireworks on telly. they're so pretty. i LOVE fireworks. okay, i think i should stop now. coz wen u start ranting about fireworks, then u no u've ran outta things to talk abt. so stay outta trouble lads n lasses. adios n hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;khairun 'anak malaysia' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112573533915686242?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112573533915686242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112573533915686242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112573533915686242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112573533915686242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/09/hiya-long-time-no-blog-eh-been-lazy-la.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112511082617501388</id><published>2005-08-27T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:37.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;morning y'all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;i cant believe i missed justice league sbb tgk dat britney n kevin reality show. haiyo. salah giler. n it wasnt even becoz my sisters wana watch it. i was on my own flicking thru da channels waiting 4 justice league to come on after da iklan, then, 'hmm, dis looks interesting'. so i watched britney go round asking ppl 'how do u feel abt marriage n commitment?' n completely 4got abt justice league. now i feel guilty. i have betrayed da sacred trust dat da comic industry put in me. i should be shot. ok maybe not shot la. i should face dire consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;so last nyt i went and did da da vinci code web quest thing. managed to finish it but i had help. big thank u to kma. i needed sumthin from da book n kma has it so i txt her at lyk 1 or 2 in da morning (yes, i am a freak!) n she layan me, even if i were a bit psychotic. muchas gracias. mesti i couldnt do it without u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;ptg ni got khemah ibadah. ahaha (tak tau kenape gelak). starts at 5.30 so probly balik uni afta asar ke. yep, useless bit of info. tak payah tau pun takpe. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;so dats all da rants dat ur resident pyro could provide u for dis wknd ladies n gents. stay outta trouble. adios n hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;khairun 'trivial' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112511082617501388?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112511082617501388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112511082617501388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112511082617501388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112511082617501388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/08/morning-yall-i-cant-believe-i-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112494228830748106</id><published>2005-08-25T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:36.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;ahahahah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;arsenal won last nyt. oh yeah, fer those of u yang taknak read abt football, skip did paragraph. we practically mauled fulham. didnt watch tho, i was at uni. final score was 4-1 to the arsenal wiv henry n cygan(??) both scoring 2 each. guess its a good scoreline considering sunday's match (against dem stupid twats dat are chelsea). i mean, chelsea's win couldnt be justified as anything else apart from dumb luck. even mourinho sed so. very frustrating. kinda made me regret da fact dat i chose to balik on monday juz becoz of football. kinda. on the plus side, dat match on sunday really showed how good hleb is. he doesnt mind getting stuck in and he's juz a great team player. i voted him man of the match. but drogba won dat title. undeservedly, da prick (arr marah nih (alan style) !) i mean, juz becoz u score a goal doesnt make u entitled to man of da match. annoying giler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;neways, got da football outta my system. contrary 2 popular beliefs, i do have other things 2 do besides blogging (anis n red!). even if da other things are doing homework or reading. so kalau lambat update tunggu je la ye. ahaha. besides, i dun balik rumah everyday  last weekend was kinda bz la kot. mum n ayah went 2 perak 4 ayah's old boys' reunion. saw da pix. made me proud a bit. ayah was darn good looking compared to da others there. all da other pakciks were kinda balding n rather outta shape. those who werent balding were greying. mum sed all da wives sat 2getha whilst da old boys caught up wiv each other. one of da wives was kaed punye dean. small world eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;mum and ayah's weekend getaway had absolutely zilch to do wiv y i was bz. went to kuantan on saturday ikot atok n nenek pegi wedding. seronok je. we went by da old jalan so it took ages n ages especially wiv nenek there nagging atok all da tym '70 je la had laju die tok' and 'atok ni suke bawak laju2' while in actual truth my atok was only doing lyk 80. nenek sed she wanted to buy an anak kambing. kelaka je. she sed on da way back nak stop kat mane2 so she can buy 1 and it can sit wiv her upfront. n atok was lyk 'ye la, nanti tido pun bawak masuk kelambu'. nasib baik she completely 4got all abt it on da way back. cant imagine riding in a car wiv anak kambing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;so da trip 2 kuantan took up most of my saturday. i tot bile balik tu atok was gonna send me straight home tapi balik rumah nenek instead. dah la takde baju. so i had 2 wear nenek's kain batik n atok's tshirt. klaka gile. then rumah nenek takde astro so dok tgk citer bujang lapok dat nyt. went off to sleep at abt 11 sumthin kot (fuyoo awal!!). nasib baik i brought along the da vinci code. which brings me to da nxt reason y i was bz. sgt best buku tu. havent read a good book lyk dat since ages la. page turner. so sesiape yg belum bace, anda dinasihatkan membace buku tersebut. on sunday i juz lazed abt finishing up on dat book. and dats da reason y i didnt update my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;dis whole week sgt lepak. i mean, afta dat disaster of an exam dat was calculus, i juz wanted to chill out. so da conclusion kat sini is ur resident pyro has not learned from past experience ladies n gents. lagi mau duduk2 tgk movie n baring2 bace buku yang completely tak related wiv nething i'm studying. altho most of da tym i baring2 i was, in actual truth, thinking abt nak amik major ape. haiyo. berbelah bahagi jugak. methinks aerospace kot, altho red's telling me to think twice abt dat. i dun care la, nak jugak. kakak 4th year in my management class tuh amik aero n she seems 2 be doin great. ok la kot. 1 thing fer sure is dat i wont be taking mechatronics. *shudder* cant face nemore electronix den is necessary la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;neways, dats it fer now. cya round kids. stay outta trouble. adios n hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;khairun 'proud 2 be a gooner' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: redza jahat! macam la F1 tuh best sgt (best tu best la tapi takla best sgt). its completely tak, hmm, wots da word, universal. not sumer org bole main. unlyk football. kids pun main, grown ups pun main. sumer org main.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112494228830748106?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112494228830748106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112494228830748106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112494228830748106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112494228830748106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahahahah-arsenal-won-last-nyt.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112402060472268601</id><published>2005-08-14T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:36.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good day ladies n gentlemen,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its ur head stewardess speaking. thank u for flying wiv pyrophile airlines. bad choice u made. who in their right mind would fly 'pyrophile airlines'?? unless u're pyrophiles 2, in which case i reckon u made da right choice. neways, da exits are here, here n here. n u better pay attention coz if u dont n dis plane crashes, god help u! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i make a good air hostess no? ahaha(my nu laugh). i'm kinda pelik2 la lately. i no y kot. tapi taknak la cakap. ahaha(good innit my nu laugh). me thinks sum of u no y jugak kot. neway...football season started oledi!! woohoo!! me lyk, me lyk. y'day watched da everton united game. good match dat. 2nyts arsenal match cant watch. can a bit je kot. fate plays a cruel card fer me. i have to go back 2 uni. huhu. sedey dah. banyak gile keje kene siapkan. have to read a book by a guy called perves hoodbhoy (makes u wonder wot his friends call him). ahaha. still tak habes bace lagi. islam n science is muy interesante n dis hoodbhoy person managed to kill all da interest out of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me thinks dats it fer now. gtg siap kan barang2. bringing my nu total 90 to uni. gonna play sum football now. ahaha. dunno if still can fit my umbro football boots tho. dah lame tak pakai. i managed to practice on a few ball skills. in da house nonetheless. banyak dah kene marah. especially ngan kaklong. she threatened to pancitkan da ball if i dun stop. ahaha. i gots skills!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okie den. now i'm really gonna go. hasta luego ladies n gents. thank u fer choosing pyrophile airlines. if u're not too traumatised, please come again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khairun 'friendly skies' baharuddin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112402060472268601?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112402060472268601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112402060472268601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112402060472268601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112402060472268601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-day-ladies-n-gentlemen-its-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112390456688045412</id><published>2005-08-13T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:36.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hola amigos y amigas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como estas? estoy bien. estupendo. mi duele la cabeza. me gusta el caballo. aye caramba! la tortura. la intrusa. livin la vida loca. ahahahah!! i'm juz throwin around random spanish terms. tak betol sket. yo loco si?? si si. i think i shud stop being pelik2 now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lemme see. isu2 semase section. nebody NOT notice da haze?? u must not live in kl then. sgt teruk sampai schools n unis closed down. dis was on thursday la. its a lot better today. can see da sun oledi. just my luck tho, uni was declared closed on thursday at 5. ade workshop so obviously tak berenti buat wshop pun. then friday pun uni closed jugak. hell-looo!!! mmg la friday takde class pun. suke kasi cuti tym takde class tau. apentah. y'day i watched da khutbah jumaat n dey all did solat sunat asking fer rain. n da masjid kat da back of my house did oso. so far no rain yet but da haze has really cleared up. muy bien!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nehow. last week not a lot going on. but lemme tell u a story dats very menginsafkan. da story asks da question, will ur resident pyro ever learn?? hopefully i will. but then again...da story goes lyk dis. once upon a tym in da luvly uni dat is iiu, pyro was given a task to do as part of her workshop class. da task was da infamous benchwork. dis task takes up a lotta tym n effort to complete n it had to be in in 2 weeks tym. so pyro, thinking dat 2 weeks tym is a long way away, put da task at da back of her mind n decided to leave it till later. dis later was actually da week it had to be submitted. so pyro busted her arse off (pardon my french, ahaha). and she did ot everynite of da whole week. n she woulda been able to finish off her task if it werent fer da darned manufacturing seniors who hog da darn workshop. bugger. so she'll be submitting her workpiece rather late. and she didnt live happily fer a few days. the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so lads n lasses. da moral of da story is dat manufacturing seniors r twats. (jahatnye me!) only joking. da real moral behind da story is dat procrastination neva, eva pays. sumtyms it works out fine. but other tyms unforeseen circumstances take ova n u'll be thinking 'oh shite!'.. oh yeah, muchas gracias alan fer helping me out lotsandlots. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u wont believe wot i did y'day. i was just lying around lyk i always do on wknds. so wen i got up, my 2 pendants jatuh. i was thinking, takkan la tercabut die punye clasp kot. then i looked rupe2nye dah putus my rantai. huhu. sedey nye. dat thing kinda nu oso. i went running downstairs n told my mum n ayah. ayah was lyk 'mcm mane awak ni khairun nisaa? kenape ganas sgt'. n i was lyk 'mane ade ganas'. dis isnt helping my family change their views of how ganas i am. i'm really not. i'm quite gentle. but u shoulda seen me the other day. i was gonna get in2 da car then my seluar got caught sumwer n it ripped. sgt banyak rip die dat it cant be salvaged nemore. n semalam, b4 da rantai putus incident, i wanted to open da door. then my foot tersangkot kat my trousers n it ripped oso. my mum was lyk 'awak nak we buy u new trousers tak payah la koyakkan all ur old ones'. yeah alrite. as if me almost falling down flat on my face was done on purpose. good thing is mum ckp we cud take it to da goldsmith (da chain, not da trousers) and geddit fixed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neways, i'll be off now. hasta luego. dun put off til 2molo wot u can do 2day unless u're sure da horrid manu seniors wont be in da workshop n making ur existence a pain in da u no where. stay outta trouble kids. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khairun 'dr jekyll mr hyde' baharuddin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112390456688045412?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112390456688045412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112390456688045412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112390456688045412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112390456688045412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/08/hola-amigos-y-amigas-como-estas-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112357653661059334</id><published>2005-08-09T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:35.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohio gozaimas (hoping dat u guys'll read dis in da morning)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today is da 9th. ayah's 47th bday. happy b'day ayah! hope u'll have panjang umur n murah rezeki!! mum already got u da nu shooting jacket so we no need give u gifts oledi la. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nehow, in gpcl rite now. no class oledi since 10 in da morn. went 2 tilawah wearing baju hijau engin tuh and da ustad didnt recognise me ("awak pernah dtg kelas ni dulu"). stupid green jacket. did ot last nyt (overtym) and it was tiring as hell. all i did last nyt was saw da stupid piece of metal to get da right shape. i wonder, y do i have to go thru all dis trouble wen da t-cutter is staring at me right in da face. is it to teach me to not take machines for granted? i dont take machines for granted. i love machines! i highly appreciate them. now lemme use 'em. got da shape of da thing we're s'pose to get oledi. got da muscles n blisters to match as well. now all i gots to do is file n drill holes. n i wonder again y i'm not allowed to use them macho hand grinders. oh btw, remon doing benchwork = hot!! hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kma sez, actually, loadsa ppl say, dat i rant a lot abt football. so if u dun wana read, skip dis paragraph n go on down to da nxt one coz dis paragraph is all abt football. so here goes, community shield. yeah alrite arsenal lost. but dats only cause whoeva wins it is cursed and wont win da premiership. muahahahahaha to chelsea!!! da match was rather entertaining me gots to say. me tots fabregas did awesome in midfield. didnt even miss wotsisface who left n got himself cut off of da new old kit photo. got a 1st look at da new guy, hleb. all i cud say is dat he looks like a player wiv lotsa heart. sangat beriye dan bersungguh-sungguh. hahaha. senderos did extremely well oso but me tot they all relied on him too much to defend. no good. good to see van persie play. he did alrite considering da kind of summer he had. onto the other team, well, john terry me likey so he did alright. da rest are twats. including frank lampard. he even got yellow carded 4 being a general twat. da twat dat he is. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for those of u who skipped da last paragraph, u shud take a look at da beautiful game la. its worth it. lemme see, got ibadah camp dis weekend. haiyo. easy 20% la kot kalau pegi. but i'll be missing da 1st match of da season. double haiyo. n its against newcastle. actually, dat shoulda gone skali wiv all da football stuff in da paragraph kat atas. tapi i didnt sbb ade pasal ibadah camp. besides, kalau letak kat atas mcm lagi penuh je da paragraph. tak best la paragraph penuh.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me thinks dats it kot for now. woteva i happen to think up i'll write down in my computer n during da weekend ke weneva la, i'll post it up. alrite den ladies n gents, rememba, fire burns. hasta luego.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khairun 'iron-woman' baharuddin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112325389366433085</id><published>2005-08-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:35.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;w'sup peeps!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no updates last week. me knows. altho loads happened. no diddle daddle then, lets get 2 it. k then, last week. it could be called da lost n found week i think. fahan's ibook. yep. da coolest gadget a person cud own. i stand corrected, 1 of da coolest gadgets a person cud own. nehow, sum1 stole it, 2 put it shortly. bloody hell! is nothing sacred nemore? hell-lloo!! i mean, i cant even begin 2 comprehend how da mind of a thief works but isnt there sum kinda code where u cant steal inside uia??? nvm la. a lotta tears, denial n 2 days later, it was back on her desk. odd. on2 my lost thing. i couldnt find my stupid bath scrunchie. lost it on wednesday. nobody stole it tho. i mean, who would wana steal a bath scrunchie. but it was lost nonetheless. then i found it on friday. it was in 1 of my laci. hahaha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still on da topic of last week. workshop. muahaha. had to do da infamous benchwork. not hard, juz tiring. sawing n filing. i dun mind tho. i want sum muscles. da workpiece kene hanta nxt week. n i have got to be da laziest person in terms of overtym there ever was in da history of kuliyah of engineering. faiz managed 2 finish hers in a week. i still tak habes sawing da damn piece of metal. so now i gotta strive a bit la. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dis week nothing much happened i s'pose. hmm, lemme check. nope. takde pape berlaku pun. workshop yang selalunye interesting pun buat measuring je. abg demo ade sesuatu la, crude tho he may be. dunno his name la tapi. all i no is dat die ade sesuatu. owh, n da workload of electronix is getting ridiculous. pspice, lab report n assignments?? dats juz too much. i would like to have a life outside of electronics but dat doesnt seem possible at da moment. n da lab we have to do pun, haiyo. like kma sed abt da breadboard thing la. only i wish i neva eva have to see it again. eva!!! but i probly wud see it again next week. so dats dat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neways, best be off. see y'all later. stay outta trouble. hasta luego.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khairun 'procrastinator' baharuddin&lt;/strong&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/13075411-112325389366433085?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112325389366433085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112325389366433085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112325389366433085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112325389366433085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/08/wsup-peeps-no-updates-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112213671969545372</id><published>2005-07-23T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday 2day. a day of absolutely zilch productivity. woke up early 2day coz i wanted 2 ikot ayah pegi shooting. but i didnt really shoot nething. ade competition n my dad's in it. havent been 2 subang sgt lame. so wen i arrived everybody there was like 'aik! ingatkan dah retire'. da gunskeeper, all da pakcik n stuff. my reply, 'busy with uni la' tho in actual truth its more lyk 'i neva get up early enuff to ikot my ayah who wont wake me up when he leaves da house'. my dad was in squad A so his squad was up 1st. he managed 2 shoot 17 outta 25 which was really good considering he's only doing dis in his spare tym. dat means he even beat 1 of da malaysian shooters. phewwit ayah! afta dat as usual pegi saturday lunch at rumah nenek n then bile balik rumah i slept. sgt lama. bile bangun ptg tu dah saket kepala. betul la cakap org tua, jgn tido afta asar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enuff abt my day. boring je sebenanye. i tot maybe if i wrote it down sumhow it wud bcome interesting ke. tak pun. salah my theory. nvm. nehow. 3rd week of uni coming up n all i see are quizzes, quizzes n more quizzes. electronix, maths, management apparently n dats it kot dat i can rememba. takot la jugak. i dunno nething. 2 weeks of learning n i still havent managed 2 absorb ape2 skali pun. a bit frustrating at times but most times its juz worrying. especially electronix. da amount of ppl banyak + da classroon sgt kecik + da lecturer's voice sgt slow = me sleeping. n dont get me started on maths tutorial. same equation la kot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so y'day's ceramah on IEM was surprisingly pleasant. i felt sleepy skejap2 but most times i was alert n enthusiastic. especially coz one of da speakers, alvin, was sgt best. he looks young. 25 n already 4 yrs working experience. woah. lol. he talked abt public speaking as well. n there's this whole episode wer ppl had 2 sell themselves. interesting eh? erm, well, our own mr redza imran bid on a 3rd year gurl. so i hope wen sum seniors came looking 4 him, he'll be able to look afta himself. haha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a bit of football update. i tot dennis bergkamp was gonna succeed vieira wen 'captain fantastique' left but turns out i was mistaken. it'll be none other than king henry! yay! i dun think ne1 deserves it more than him, bless his heart. elsewhere, chelsea signed shaun wright-phillips. i reckon dats all wrong. i mean, he's a wright therefore its his duty 2 play in his dad's old club. i know i have a weird view on dis. i mean, lyk pres sez, 'if ur dad was a teacher, takkan u want 2 be a teacher also'. good point i guess. but still. not really satisfied wiv da signings made. but then again, i'm not da manager. trust da boss!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well then, gtg. wana sleep so i cud tag along again 2moro. stay outta trouble. dun do nething i wouldnt. adios y hasta luego.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khairun 'fantasy manager' baharuddin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112213671969545372?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112213671969545372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112213671969545372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112213671969545372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112213671969545372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112196220657660910</id><published>2005-07-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:34.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey...(in a cool james dean way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those of u yang sgt kerap (hahaha, kerap) dtg 2 this website might notice da change in da blogskin. well, haritu a few friends sed dat dey had problems reading da posts so i changed it la. actually, dis 1 makes my eyes go funny sket. maybe coz i'm not wearing my glasses kot rite now. lemme see, theres them comment thingamabobs so now una can post me comments. yay! hahaha. other ppl pun can oso but nobody else seems 2 do it. da song thing might or might not work. only god knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehow. 2nd week of uni went by n its got its own highlights altho none of it involved running around like headless chickens. por ejemplo, 2day was da 1st workshop session wer we did stuff dat ppl in workshops do. my grup kene buat welding 2day, key word being KENE but really we all juz stood around. except 4 one of my grup mates, pian i think his name is, he juz went straight in there. i mean, by da tym 6pm came, he already siapkan 1 outta 2 workpieces. n da workpieces dun even have to be in till a long tym. while we were bz practice2 welding on sum scrap bits n bobs, he was bz using da oh-so-macho hand grinder n everything. i didnt even start mine. haha. massive procrastinator dat i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da 1st tym i tried welding, coz u have to put da helmet thing wiv da visor on n stuff dat made me look like darth vader, i couldnt see so i welded da table instead. hahaha. but afta a few go's i manage 2 buat la kot. steady hands is a great advantage. it looks kinda gross la tapi. but dats juz me tho. so now i think i'm ready 2 go on monster, monster garage n help da oh-so-cool reverand jesse james. hahaha. yeah rite. oh yeah, apparently jesse james kawen wiv sandra bullock. odd match eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moro got dis talk/forum/ceramah (delete where appropriate) by da ppl in IEM (Institute of Engineers, Malaysia). guess i'll be goin la kot even tho every single cell in my body is against it. malasnye saye. dats 2 weeks already my wknd doesnt start on friday. eeeeee!!!!(high pitched shriek resembling dat of a banshee's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, me gtg now. cant think of nethin else 2 write 4 da tym being. normal stuff, stay outta trouble, yadayadayada. adios n hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'mechanic' baharuddin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112196220657660910?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112159953737705878</id><published>2005-07-17T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:34.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week round-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heyall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no rant eh? lots 2 tell but so little time, have to start packing already. ayah insists dat i go back 2nyt instead of 2moro morning. haiyo. wot 2 do? so lets see, uni started last week, as most of u wud no. 1st week was alrite. felt like i'd been back 4 ages tho. normal stuff la 4 1st week. dats da tym wen we all run around like headless chickens to find lecturer's signatures so we cud add juz a few more credit hour to our sem. not a pretty sight. but u shoulda seen me n fahan on tuesday. running back n forth from engin 2 econs n attending da econs class only 2 find out yang dah takde space pun sebenanye. so then i ask myself...why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehow, aside da running around, it was great to see every1 again. faiz especially since i didnt c her da whole cuti. managed 2 laugh at syaza but she didnt make too much of a fuss pun abt us going. she juz keeps saying 'nxt tym pegi nak ikot!'. n had a great laugh wen watching da video i put 2getha of our trip 2 langkawi. so all in all, 1st week back was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week tuesday was dude's b'day so, buenos cumpleanos ALONG!!! fuyo, 22 already. sangat dewasa. may god bless u always n panjangkan ur umur coz lets face it, i cant do much without u. n muchas gracias por el doves cd. me like, me like!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had loads more 2 write juz now tapi dah lupa. haha. oh yeah, i dunno wot wenger's plan is, but he sold vieira. i read on friday ke thursday haritu on arseblog, tapi ingatkan arseblogger was juz mucking about. then bace paper, tgk2 betul. sedey la. actually, more terperanjat than sedey. its not exactly da norm 2 sell ur captain kan? so i s'pose dennis bergkamp la captain baru kot. haiyo, have a little faith in wenger la i s'pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie then, dats it fer now. thanx 4 reading. now go do sumthin useful. stay outta trouble. adios n hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'headless chicken' baharuddin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112159953737705878?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112159953737705878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112159953737705878' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112097078792975267</id><published>2005-07-10T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:31.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little freedom left</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alrite boys n gurls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling rather sad at da moment sbb in a few hours tym i'd have to go balik college. haiyo. me dun want yet!! da cuti is way way too short la. my big sis beriye cakap 'cuti rase sekejap'. rite, skejap my arse. she had like 3 months cuti. mmg patut pun go back to uni. i guess it'll have to end sooner or later. tapi i'd rather it be later. i shud really be packing tapi sgt malas. da later i pack, da later i go back rite? wrong! da later i pack, da more i kene marah wiv my mum n ayah 4 putting things till da last minute. ala, i'll chance it. muahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got a new blogskin. yay!! god knows how long i've been looking for 1. got da song problem sorted. now u can turn off da song if its annoying u. so da new look is up n running but i dun think i hv ne post thingamabobs. i'll figure out wot to do later la. da song u're listenin to is da remix to firesuite by doves. me likey lots. another thing (not so much thing as it is a person) me likey is brandon flowers (the killers' frontman). he's hot! rite now, he's top of my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i few posts ago, i sed dat stevie gerrard (i cud neva understand wot he sez, sgt thick his accent) was heading to stamford bridge. for those of u who care enuff, he's not. haha. not dat scared nemore. neways, da new dude dat we got, hleb, has stolen my heart already (if dat doesnt sound horribly corny, i dunno wot does). he came from belarus n he wasnt well off. for those of u who already heard dis story, bear wiv me. his mum was a bricklayer so wen he started playing professionally, he saved up his money n bought his mum a washing machine. bless his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a weird dream last nyt. i dreamt i went backpacking across europe n sure enuff, da mode of transport dat kept popping up was da train. hahaha. of all da vehicles, train ke?? camel pun takpe rasenye. neways, had a few buddies wiv me but i dunno who they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie then. dats it fer now. i gtg pack. at least then if my mum tanye whether i dah pack or not, i can say yes and avoid her wrath. hasta luego kids. stay away from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'hitchhiker' baharuddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'll post sum pix from da blast of a trip to langkawi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112097078792975267?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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la. i looked n i looked n i looked. tapi takde. so i asked da gurl at da counter. n she looked n she looked n she looked. but still takde. not even 1. bloody hell. wot kind of a cd shop is dis?? stereophonics got 5 albums out n tower records had none for sale. always wana make me go all da way to CM to dat cool cd shop where da shop owner's name is andrew. haih. so i decided to look 4 doves's nu album. they didnt have tht either. they didnt have ne of doves's albums. so frustrating la. rase nak tear my hair out there n then or sumthin. naseb baek pakai tudung. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see the hitchhiker's guide to da galaxy on thursday. omg, hilarious. if u havent seen, go see. its like non-stop laughter punye film. n martin freeman is cute, in a dopey sorta way. i 1st saw him in the office. cute jugak. then i saw him in ali g in da house, doubly cute sbb die maen one of ali g's cronies yg british trying real hard to be american from da westside, innit man!! hilarious. neways, back to da subject of dis must see film. everything sgt absurd. da robot, marvin, is a manic depressed robot. the narrator is really cool, voice die stephen fry. and the little animations in between is cute n hilarious. the only thing i find weird is da fact dat dis woman behind me tot it was lame. to each her own i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinggal 2 days of cuti. aiyo. feels so sekejap. i cant bring myself round to going la. neways, think i'll go sleep. pening dah. nite all. hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'eyebags' baharuddin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112085075991432742?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112085075991432742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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(i think dats how u spell it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dah lame i tak rant about football, no? so here goes. arsenal signed alecksander hleb (no idea how to pronounce his name) n armand traore (i dun think he has ne relations to djimi traore but armand has got to be da coolest name ever). hleb is a midfielder n traore is meant to a full back i think. other than that, gerrard looks set to leave anfield n go down 2 none other than stamford bridge. who else could afford him neway. honestly, i'm kinda scared now. da squad they have is like omg. on a less scary note, brazil won da confederation cup n argentina won da youth world cup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, talk about scaryness (is dat a word??) n all, i had dis really scary nightmare 2 nites ago. i dreamt dat i was at da glasshouse where dude plants her padi (more on dat later). but da glasshouse was divided into segments n i was in da segments furthest from da door. i was in sum kinda life threatening situation n had to get to da door. da gigantamous problem was, i had 2 go past da other segments n those segments were absolutely filled wiv massive moths. i didnt wana go at 1st but my sis was already at da door n told me 2 get my butt to da door quickly. so i lari but i couldnt go da whole way coz all da moths had landed on me n i was so scared i couldnt move. dude had to come get me. n thank god i woke up. *shiver*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;neways, on wiv da padi n da glass house. dude has to do her final year project n it involves tanam padi. so last friday i helped her tanam da little things in pots. its more like moving them from big pots in2 little pots. it was messy work wiv da mud n all but it was well fun. sangat petani moden. haha. so ever since then i've been goin wiv my sis to upm 2 water the padi altho i'm not considering being a petani my profession when i graduate. i cant even transplant da padi rite. all da daun on da padi dat i transplant dah bengkok n 1 pokok even died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;neway, dats it 4 now. gotta go finish deciphering sum of il divo's songs. who woulda tot dat da spanish dictionary i used 5 odd yrs ago wud come in handy. dats it then boys n gurls. stay outta trouble. hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;khairun 'i hate moths' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/13075411-112066019848004829?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112066019848004829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112066019848004829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112066019848004829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112066019848004829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/07/nitemare.html' title='nitemare!!'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-112049519884152199</id><published>2005-07-04T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a while aint it? lemme see. banyaknye cerite nak diceritekan. 1st things 1st. da langkawi trip. wot a loada erm, wots da word ye? fun kot. it was such a blast! all throughout da 3 days, i juz felt sangat independent. i mean, without parents kan. macam dah sangat dewasa. but rite now i'm talking to my friend darshna, n she went 2 india 4 the whole of 3 months n she took a year outta uni and now i feel sangat tak dewasa dah. ah well, it was fun while it lasted. 3 days sangat tak cukup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets get started then. left kl sentral on monday nite. we were running a bit late dat nite. da train was s'pose 2 leave at 8.45 and we only reached da platform at 8.40 kot. orang kat platform tu da bunyi2 da loceng already. and it was really loud. who woulda tot dat loceng yang tak berape besar tu could generate so much noise. so we were lari2 sket trying to find our coach. sgt jauh di hadapan. who woulda tot da train wud be so panjang? nehow, manage to get to our seats before da train moves so dats ok kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward 12 hours later and we arrive in arau perlis. actually, it wasnt fast forward la. sangat slow. stops every few minutes. agak horrid la. couldnt sleep. terang. no inflight entertainment wotsoever. but it was rather amusing tgk aishah n nad making friends wiv da dude who sat in front of them. sangat friendly. neways, sampai arau, we decided 2 get breakfast. starved. conveniently ade tempat makan kat situ so we ate there sementare tunggu da ticket counter bukak. after makan2 and waiting around, we unanimously decided dat we're not gonna go back by train, thank god. so we went to da jetty by taxi. took ages to get there but its alrite coz da jalan along da way was kinda scenic. padi all da way. nice. to cut a very long story short, we got da bus tix home n got ourselves on a ferry headed 4 langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we got there we made our way 2 da hotel. checked in n relaxed a bit. this is beginning to sound like a karangan sekolah. neways, at abt 2 we went island hopping. sangat best. da bestest thing we did there kot. da boat was gile laju and me n una sat kat depan and got ourselves sprayed by da seawater every now and again. pedih la mate but we didnt mind. 1st island we hopped on was dayang bunting. personally, i dun like dat word. i always used to think dat dats only used 4 kucing n stuff. neways, da guide stopped jap and showed da outline of da island n sure enuff, it looks like a pregnant lady. wahey!! now i know y they call it that. so then we stopped at da island n made our way 2 da lake. but da trip 2 da lake wasnt so smooth. sangat banyak monyet menakutkan orang ramai. but once we got past them, everything was ok la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, we went to see my newly appointed fave animal, eagles makan. sangat hot!!! the way they fly sangat majestic and how organized they were in the way they eat. none of those potong queue and all. seeing da eagles makan has to be one of da things i'll try 2 to remember always. sangat best. moving on, pantai beras basah wiv its nice sandy beach was good 4 1 thing which was main air laut so that was basically all we did there. actually, me n fahan je. da rest chose to sit out. got back to da hotel all tired dat petang but sgt thrill so its xpela. had dinner and dat was d end of da 1st day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd day started well. went down 4 breakfast at 7 sumthin. i was impressed wiv myself. neva tot i cud get up dat early 2 go 2 breakfast. but dat was as far as it went. plopped ourselves back in2 bed afta breakfast n stayed there till past eleven. aiyo. but all was not lost. aishah my next door neighbour in asma in sem 1 lives in langkawi. she n her family were kind enuff 2 let us borrow their unser for the day. we were sangat terharu. thanx aishah n family so all 5 of us comfortably sat in the unser and the main drivers were una n nad. n una was really macho wiv her baju camo driving a big car. the only thing dat wud make her even more macho wud be if da car was manual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so we went 2 buy lotsandlots of chocz, then had lunch. afta lunch we tot we'd drive to go up da cable car but 2 our massive disappontment, it rained n they closed early. huhu. sangat hampa. on da way to we stopped by telaga air panas or sumthin. sure enuff, da air was panas. amazing! hahaha. neways, afta da disappointment at da cable car place, we went 2 makam mahsuri. more bad news 4 us, dah tutup. sedih skali lagi. so we went past pantai chenang and didnt stop coz it was drizzling. we also went past da airport. actually, i only saw da landing strip. port die tak tau kat mane. saw a plane land too. so dat was kewl. we balik n then stopped by da pasar malam n bot dinner n ate kat bilik. early nite in 4 all of us (slept by 11) n so ended day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;day 3 was our last day there. woke up early 2 pack. fahan as always woke up latest sbb die boleh siap sambil lari. hahaha. went 2 dataran lang to take pictures mase siang pulak coz da 1st nite we were there we went n took pix of da majestic eagle in da dark. but even then it wasnt terang sangat. it was hujan renyai2. then we headed 2 taman lagenda but couldnt habiskan da whole park coz our ferry leaves at 11.30 and we still had to return da car. so off we went n returned da car and aftawards aishah n her mum was kind enuff 2 send us to da jetty. naek ferry, settled in 4 a bit then went up dekat da topmost deck of da ferry which was terbuka. sangat best. angin. da sprays of seawater pun not bad jugak. soon as we sampai kat kuala perlis we went 2 da bus station. we waited 4 da bus 2 sampai n then naik. it was a helluvalot better than the train i can tell u dat. da seats were nice n comfy, da leg room was banyak n they even had foot rest (is dat wot u call it? coz it wasnt exactly a foot stool). da seats were them reclining types so dat made it even better. slept most of da way 2 kl. n so ended our trip. sampai pudu, waited 4 mum n ayah 2 sampai n then went home all happy n grown up. sebelum mengakhiri karangan saye, di sini i wanna say, to all who doubted dat we were gonna go *coughsyaza* and made fun of us when we were planning da trip *coughsyaza* and laughed at us lotsandlots *coughsyaza*, u're not getting nething from me except minyak gamat. muahahahahaha!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yeah, found out sumfink cool 2day. dunno how da topic came up mase tgh borak2 wiv mum n ayah n dude, but apparently u cud make urself unseen provided u have proper intentions n really yakin. in other words, make urself invisible la kot. juz till u get urself out of a tight situation, not 4ever la. juz bace dis 1 ayat from surah yasin n god willing, da person dat u dun want 2 c u wont c u. ayah tried it once n he sed it worked. but wot he sed cud be contested la. he sed once he was on a bus n he had no money so he bace dat ayat n sure enuff da conductor didnt see him. if he did see him, he didnt say nething. da point is, da dude neva asked 4 money la kirenye. cool innit? i gotta try dat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;neways, dats enuff rant 2 last me 2 days kot. maybe i'll post more rants 2moro coz i still got loads to rant abt. hasta luego then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;khairun 'all grown up' baharuddin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-112049519884152199?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/112049519884152199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=112049519884152199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112049519884152199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/112049519884152199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-time-no-rant.html' title='long time no rant'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-111969629265984760</id><published>2005-06-25T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:29.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scared witless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bonjour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot n sunny day 2day innit? sgt best. altho i spent da most part of it asleep inside, i still appreciate da hotness n sunniness of 2day. juz hope its like dis in langkawi. haha. i am beyond excited. as monday moves closer, i get even more hyped up. not too excited abt da 12 hour train ride but dat shud be an interesting experience. watching sherlock rite now. wow! james d'arcy is hot! even his name is like cool. i'm beginning 2 think dat my thoughts r mostly incoherent n dat sorta translates on2 speech n writing as well. a bit of a problem, no? ah well, dozen bother me dat much. its not as if i'll be working in da pr department pun kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt sleep last nyt. i remember on tuesday i had a chat wiv a friend of mine(who shall remain nameless altho i have mentioned his name on da blog b4). we were watching true horror on discovery channel n it was on werewolves. so naturally da chat lead to paranormal stuff. so my friend was saying how he sleeps sometimes wiv da light on. obviously i juz had to take da mick, saying how its not macho n how da light cant protect u from stuff. kinda regretting it now. semalam tak leh tido langsung. i was sleepy by 3 sumthing. then this dog started barking rite outside my window, which wasnt shut. n from there my imagination took off la. i started thinking kenape dog tu nak bark with no apparent reason. kalau it bark kat cat, kenape tak dengar cat tu meow or lari or sumthin kan? so last2 i got outta bed, turned on da lights n played fowlwords sampai subuh. when i told my along dis morning, all she sed was 'u silly child'. i guess having da lights on does sorta make u feel better. so, sorry la unnamed friend. haha. padan my muke kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nebody noticed how cool ppl look wen they wear trench coats. i guess loadsa ppl noticed wen the matrix came out. but still. sgt best bile die lari n then da coat sorta flies out behind them like a cape. cool sgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, enuff ranting. gtg do sumthin useful. hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khairun 'i see dead ppl' baharuddin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-111969629265984760?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/111969629265984760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=111969629265984760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111969629265984760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111969629265984760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/06/scared-witless.html' title='scared witless'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-111945822439310233</id><published>2005-06-22T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:29.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>langkawi, here me come!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guten tag!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me watching mainstage on channel [v] rite now n theyre showing oasis. yay! stand by me is on. me luv dat song! tapi my sis jahat. she sed noel n liam remind her of werewolves. haha. kelakar jugak sebenanye. loads been happening since i last posted a, erm, post. actually, dats not true. theres juz 1 big thing happening, which is equals to loadsa things happening. ayah finally lemme go to langkawi. muchas gracias to mum for pujuk2 ayah. coz i sure as hell know dat my sulking technique wasnt gonna change his mind. i coulda sulked da whole cuti n i dun think he would say yes. so gurls, haiya bina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lookin 4ward 2 dis trip. tak penah go far wiv friends on a trip yang tak di-organize oleh sum kind of education institution. furthest i've been on one of these trips pun is...actually, neva really been on a fun trip type thing even dgn skool pun. camping trips ade la but those dun count. i'm really sad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been watching little video snippets of arsenal players the past few weeks. my faves so far r freddie's, cesc's n senderos's. my sis likes taking da mick of freddie. b4 it was 'rambut die dah sikit'. this is my big sis btw. da one yg s'pose 2 be 22 n all grown up. then my lil sis stayed up n watch da cup final n at the end ade interview wiv freddie. i admit la fred dozen hav da best voice tapi tak payah la take da mick. so my lil  sis n my big sis both r makin fun of suara die yg high pitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one thing i dun get, y do basketball players have skinny legs? y cant they have nice legs like football players?? n anotha thing i dun get. how come we laugh at ppl wen they fall. i mean, if it happens in front of us tak la tapi kalau tgk cerita like max x ke, americas funniest wotsisname. mesti ade ppl jatuh n mesti laugh. i think deep down we're like really evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neways, dats it 4 now. i have to go up otherwise ayah marah sbb tido lambat. which is anotha thing i dun get. y do i have to go to sleep early? but wot parents say goes so i'm off. hasta luego.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khairun 'why is da sky blue' baharuddin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-111945822439310233?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/111945822439310233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=111945822439310233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111945822439310233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111945822439310233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/06/langkawi-here-me-come.html' title='langkawi, here me come!!'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-111921437793039148</id><published>2005-06-19T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:28.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nite of surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;w'sup homeys!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last post was in da wee hours of saturday morning. see how semangat i am! in actual truth, i have nothing else to do. haha. dad's day today. happy dad's day ayah! watching da greece japan match rite now. actually, not so much watching as it is listening. imagine how cool it'll be if i cud watch da tv n surf da net at da same tym. i think da only way dat cud happen is if ur left brain works independently of da right brain so dat da brain cud process 2 different things at once.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nehow. match finished, race started. japan won by 1. funny race dis. its indianapolis 2day. very odd. only 6 cars started da race. and da commentator is semangat n all bcoz dis has definitely neva happened b4. apparently they found some faults in them michelin tyres. all da ppl who came 2 watch r annoyed coz da tix r like expensive n i doubt they came juz 2 c 6 cars race. (fast forward a few hours)... well, schumacher won. but then again it wasnt much of competition wiv 6 cars. haha. watching mexico take on brazil in da confederations cup. believe it or not, mexico is leading by 1. hahahaha. a night of surprises. me like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nehow, tadi tengok cerita pendekar bujang lapok. even afta da god knows how many times i watch, still gelak mcm 1st time tgk. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cikgu: pak abu, cuba baca yang ini.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pak abu: alif, ya, mim, buaya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lmao. hahahahahaha. u juz dont get films like dat nemore. lol. i've got tears in my eyes juz thinking abt it. hilarious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol. enuff la tuh. haha. at da moment, i'm crazy abt 2 songs. numero uno, me like dat song 'i could not ask for more' by edwin mccaine. luvly song la. sangat sweet. and numero dos, me like dis song called hazard by richard marx. its an old song, true, but still sgt best. check 'em out if u will. till then, hasta luego.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khairun 'kha, ya, ra, alif, lam, nun, sin, alif, hamzah, kirun' baharuddin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-111921437793039148?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/111921437793039148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=111921437793039148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111921437793039148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111921437793039148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/06/nite-of-surprises.html' title='nite of surprises'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-111902717013172185</id><published>2005-06-18T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:28.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"short shem" haha....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;buenos dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;its a fine fine day innit?? actually, i wouldnt know, its past midnight n its dark outside. but even if it were raining kucing dan anjing (doesnt really work wen u translate kan??) outside, i tak kisah pun, sbb xm dah abes!!! yay!! now i can look foward 2 about 2 and a bit weeks of bersuka-ria. muahahaha! tak nak buat nething 2 do wiv learning pun. tak nak pegang pen n tak nak usik buku. unless buku cerita la. n unless i have 2 write down bende yang macam groceries list ke. yang tu takpe. neways, had dynamix xm dis morning. sangat *hrmph* (neanderthal language meaning tak best, mostly used to show disapproval). didnt sleep da whole of da previous nite. strive!!! i wanted 2 stay up, but not sampai tak tido. i guess da 2 cups of black coffee was a mistake. imagine, sampai finish xm pun (around 12 noon), i was still hyped up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;lets do a roundup of dis "short shem" shall we?. took oop n dynamix. got 2 great lecturers, bro sultan n dr ito. oop final project went better than expected. we mustve been very convincing. lets see, wot else? had a love affair wiv squash. tapi sangat short-lived. da same wiv jogging juge. i think next sem we wanna try synchronized swimming, bole una?? thats it kot. da short sem is too short 4 nething 2 take place properly i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;on a more serious note, robin van persie (arsenal player yg share my bday, hahaha) was taken in2 custody on suspicion of rape. pelik sangat. that makes not one, but 2 arsenal players charged wiv dat kind of, erm, charge. the other one is graham stack da reserve goalie on loan. i surely hope its not him. dats not gonna look good on his record innit? youth world cup pun is going on rite now. my fave centreback phillipe senderos telah dilantik (ayat bm phewit!) menjadi kapten pasukan switzerland. fabregas pun is representing spain. tapi i dunno wots happened 2 da rest coz i havent been following football due to exams. not even da confederations cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;dats it fer now. expect daily updates now dat its cuti. wot else can i possibly do? oh yeah, boleh main game apple n hangaroo sepuas hati, which is probably wot i'll do afta. cant sleep la. porque?? no se. nvm la. cuba jaya. nite all. hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;khairun 'insomniac' baharuddin    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-111902717013172185?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/111902717013172185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=111902717013172185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111902717013172185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111902717013172185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/06/short-shem-haha.html' title='&quot;short shem&quot; haha....'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-111829946392960674</id><published>2005-06-09T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:27.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hazardous region</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;heya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;in gpcl rite now. waiting 4 faiz 2 finish up lab report so we cud go 2 finance n hand over da fee slip thigamagig. slept rather late last nite. n all bcoz of dat darned oop final project. manage 2 get da damn robot 2 move now, afta no less than 5 pain staking hours. its cute la. tapi da whole image kinda flickers (berkelipan according to dis 1 book). nehow, i was juz glad 2 see da thing move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;me n fahan r planning 2 go 2 langkawi during cuti, which isnt far off dah. havent been since i was like 4. mula2 nak pegi singapore but afta thinking balik, maybe langkawi is better. it'll be cool la kot. tak penah go on holiday all on my oddy knocky (look up da term in 'a clockwork orange' by anthony burgess). mesti seronok. last cuti da lads (namely anis, remon, pres, zarul n funan) went 2 melaka all on their own n they looked like they had such good fun. nak try jugak pegi without parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;neways, gtg, faiz is done. hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;khairun 'cant be bothered 2 think up a middle name' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-111829946392960674?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/111829946392960674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=111829946392960674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111829946392960674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111829946392960674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/06/hazardous-region.html' title='hazardous region'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-111819850665274454</id><published>2005-06-08T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:27.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;barely a few hours afta my last post/entry, i'm putting another 1 up. i posted up 2 rants yesterday n i deleted da 2nd of last nite (if u c wot i mean). those of u unfortunate enuff to have read da 2nd of last nyts entry, ignore it. it was complete and utter nonsense. so, wipe it off ur memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hasta luego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;khairun 'amnesiac' baharuddin  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-111819850665274454?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/111819850665274454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=111819850665274454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111819850665274454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111819850665274454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/06/yo-barely-few-hours-afta-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-111816467405174693</id><published>2005-06-08T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:26.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>expect da unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;wazzzuuuupp....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;at home rite now. n u wont believe wot i'm doin. despite earlier prejudice, i am now plopped on a sofa in front of da telly watching diary akademi fantasia (momentary pause to let u all finish laughing). i'm not really a fan of reality tv but dis stuff is funny. but i guess everything depends on wot u see as humour. if u reckon a bunch of youths mucking about is funny, then AF is for u la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;before i started watching AF, i was watching seconds from disaster. da disaster dis week is a dam bursting sumwhere in italy. wiped out an entire village. sad to see. but i was kinda watching on n of so i cant really tell u y it happened. n even b4 dat, i was watching air crash investigation. dis week's investigation isnt really a crash coz da co-pilot managed 2 land da plane safely. but wot went on in da air was terrifying. da windshield (could it be called a windshield??) tercabut n then da pilot got sucked out. but not completely coz his kaki was tersangkut at first, then one of da stweards came in n grabbed hold of him. then another steward came n grabbed hold of da 1st steward. every1 was convinced dat he's dead but he managed 2 survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;red sed 2 me dat i rant a lot abt football. my defence? i have none. i do rant a lot abt football. but only bcoz i think abt it constantly. maybe i'll rant abt it less now dat its off season. speaking of football tho, dis is old news, but dat whole cole chelsea thing, ash got fined 100 thou, mourinho got fined 200 thou n chelsea got fined 300 thou. or sumthin like dat. but seriously tho, i dun think it made much of a dent in ne1's balance account. but then again, i'm not in the fa. i hope this whole thing doesnt make ash leave da club. coz if he does, he'll be da, erm, wots da term ye, he'll be da meanest footballer ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i think dats it 4 now. i gtg sleep or do sumthin useful. but if u count sleep as sumthin useful, then i'd be doing both (if dat makes ne sense at all). neways, stay outta trouble boys n gurls. hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;khairun 'eat football, sleep football, drink coca cola' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-111816467405174693?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/111816467405174693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=111816467405174693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111816467405174693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111816467405174693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/06/expect-da-unexpected.html' title='expect da unexpected'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-111803587972135449</id><published>2005-06-06T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:25.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GPCL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;assalamualaikum dan salam sejahtera (its only da 4th post n i'm running out of opening lines),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;lemme see, in GPCL rite now. me like saying dat. GPCL. lunchtime n there's loadsa ppl here doing loadsa different stuff (obviously). had da last lesson of OOP dis morning. cant say i'm not sad. i'll miss dr. ito n all his strange antics. his 'polymorisms' n his 'good, but not so good, i'll give u a 7, not very convincing'. all in all he's been ok la. learnt loads from him, despite da lack of understanding. imagine if he didnt have all those endearing way of saying things, i wouldnt for da life of me remember dat 'polymorism must have inheritance'. altho i doubt dat he reads dis, here goes neway, thanx a lot sir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;sentiments aside, i finally manage 2 sort out da link thingamabobs n da archives. muchas gracias to una fer putting up wiv me asking her loadsa questions on how to do dis n dat n asking to borrow her template every 5 blinking seconds. since i'm bloody IT illiterate (i'm allowed to curse on my own blog rite?), i dunno wot was wrong n how da hell i fixed it. i juz no dat it worked, woteva it was dat i tweaked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i reckon i should go now. my bed is waiting. slept late last nite, woke up early dis morning. not a good combination. now if u'll excuse me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;khairun '24-hour nap' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-111803587972135449?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/111803587972135449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=111803587972135449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111803587972135449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111803587972135449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/06/gpcl.html' title='GPCL...'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-111709633260938634</id><published>2005-06-06T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>da saga continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hola chicas y chicos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;erm, its been a while since my last entry. no excuse really. juz plain lazy. muahahaha (evil maniacal laughter). nehow, da short sem is nearly done. which means exams are juz round da bend. and its a pretty dangerous bend too, wot with oop and dynamix around it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;to face this highly dangerous bend, i have prepared myself by playing squash. n it seems like i'm not d only 1 who has adapted this approach. una, nad n sayza also went ahead and played squash. senseless fun really. too bad we discovered da fun a lil bit late in da sem. otherwise expect a little squash tournament in a town near u. on a more serious note, we will stop a few days before exams start, so dont u worryworts out there erm, worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;since my last post thingamabob, lots happened. for example, liverpool won da champs league (yep, massive surprise). entertaining match i heard. watched bits of da repeat coz i was in uni dat nite. milan lead by 3 and then liverpool evened up da scores n it went in2 extra time. n liverpool won. kinda sad really, they didnt even make it in2 da top 4 in da premiership. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;erm, wot else, star wars came out!! yep, da last of da saga. i went 2 see last wednesday n i luved it, save for da cheezy lines (anni, u're breaking my heart!!). perhaps da 2nd time i watch it i oughta bring ear plugs. it was an emotional film tho. nearly cried when lord vader went n killed every1 in da jedi temple. 'twas a sad day for jedis across da galaxy. fancy myself a jedi too. hahaha. my big sis wants 2 be a sith lord. suits me fine except i'm gona have to kick her sith butt using my super cool lightsabre. so everything is NOT dandy in a galaxy far far away as anakin loses just abt every limb attached to his body, padme dies of heartbreak n yoda into exile he went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;speaking of films, went 2 see house of wax. senseless killings. typical teen horror kill kill die die flick. enjoyed da kill kill bits tho. very interesting. even made me flinch (n da gurls behind me scream). i had a revelation during da movie tho. chad michael murray is HOT!!! i didnt see wot da fuss was abt before wen una n faiz fancied him loads but afta watching house of wax, i see clearly wot da fuss was abt! macho macho man!! 4 those who still havent quite grasped wot da fuss is abt, go 2 una's blog n u'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;rite then, i think dats it 4 now. sweden already kicked sum malteser butts six nil in da world cup qualifier n i already watched il divo perform on parkinson. guess all dats left 2 do now are sum ironing and lipat baju for 2moro. nite all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;khairun 'help me obi-wan kenobi, u r my only hope' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;later...erm, da darned link thingamagigs dont work so hold tight while i try n figure out y on earth its not working. in da meantime, u wana look at other ppl's blogs, google them la. or go to friendster, dat always helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;khairun 'computer illiterate' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-111709633260938634?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/111709633260938634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=111709633260938634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111709633260938634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111709633260938634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/06/da-saga-continues.html' title='da saga continues'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-111687214357347615</id><published>2005-05-24T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep = good</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;howdy friends n neighbours!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;its ur resident pyro here. (duh, who else?). I'm sitting here at home in front of da telly at half 1 in da morning watching sumthin i've already seen on hallmark wen i know full well dat i have to wake up early 2moro coz i have class at 9. its hard to pull away tho. hallmark's showing 'life on liberty street' wiv ethan embry in it (currently my fave actor), so naturally i juz had to watch. whoever sez dat watching sumthin when u already know da ending is no fun obviously doesnt have a fave actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so i've finally finished celebrating arsenal's cup final triumph over man utd. and now da inevitable. after wednesday's (or thursday morning depending on where u r) champs league final, there goes da end of da season. and i'm left wiv a gaping hole in my already empty life (drama queen??). wot will i look forward 2 during da week now? n wot will i do on saturday n sunday nites? now i dun have a reason to fight wiv my lil sis over television rights ("angah dah cakap i'm watching arsenal dulu lagi la!! Bukannye diorang tak repeat AF tu"). no football = almost no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;oh well, i better save some of my whining for later. Theres a long way to go till the end of august and i dun wanna run out of complaints juz yet. juz wondring, has nebody else noticed da rise in population of gigantamous moths around? saw loads in an around all da engine blocks. its a complete nightmare. imagine this 'The invasion of the Mutant Moths' (eeekk!!!). i wont be able to sleep 4 a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Before i finish ranting, i juz wanna mention dat my best friend clare hingley is going 2 cardiff to watch her team in claret n blue (dats west ham 4 those of u who dun really watch football) play preston north end in da play-off final. Big match with loads at stake (promotion is considered 'loads'). its cool coz she's only goin wiv her mum. i wish i cud go watch arsenal play at da millenium stadium (or better, at highbury) wiv my mum. neva gonna happen!! a gurl can dream tho. so best of luck 2 clarey-plairey and da hammers for monday's game. hope 2 see u in da premiership nxt season coz frankly, west ham r 2 suave for 1st division.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok then. dats it for now. more as it develops. hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;khairun 'i'm not a retard!' baharuddin   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-111687214357347615?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/111687214357347615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=111687214357347615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111687214357347615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111687214357347615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleep-good.html' title='sleep = good'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13075411.post-111678450753574211</id><published>2005-05-23T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:33:24.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st (and hopefully not last) entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Heya boys and girls....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like the title says, its da very 1st entry (woohoo!!). Been thinkin abt bloggin for a while now but never really happened (until 2day dat is). So before i start ranting, lets make 1 thing clear, i am not, repeat AM NOT an arsonist (although i do so luv Arsenal). Being a pyrophile doesnt automatically make me an arsonist does it now?? of course not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now dat we got dat outta da way, on with da ranting. I'm writing this a day after da FA CUP final, in which, as most of you might've heard, Arsenal won. Woohoo!!! The match last nite has got 2 be one of da best cup finals i've ever seen. it was 0-0 throughout da whole of da 90 minutes, and it remained dat way through da whole of da extra time. and then comes da good bit, penalty shootout. i knew it was gonna be a tight match but who woulda thought it would be decided on penalties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So basically da match started with a bang (obviously, given all da hype leading up to da final). The big question on all gooners' mind was whether campbell was playing or will senderos be starting (well, it was on my mind neway). the answer is, my fave centreback, Senderos was starting, and rightfully so too, he's been absolutely outstanding. fabregas started ahead of freddie ljungberg and reyes got paired up front with da maestro, Dennis Bergkamp. Obviously, King Henry didnt start, as so clearly revealed by Wenger. dunno what Sir Alex was on about trying to prepare as if henry was playing. I do wonder what goes on in his head sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Honestly, Arsenal didnt play as well as i'd like them to. And to my absolute horror, man utd created so many chances dat i was starting to prepare myself to lose dis match. Arsenal didnt look threatening and roy carrol didnt have much to do. But super Lehmann really did impress last nite with some of da saves he made. So on and on it went, united putting me in2 cardiac arrest every so often. Then late in da 2nd half ljungberg came on, wearing his brand-spanking new puma celerator boots and things started to look up a little. And after waiting for ages and ages on da sideline, da referee finally let van persie come on. But with all those changes, da match was still tied 0-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;After some more nail biting minutes, da 90 minutes plus injury time was up and the game was to go into extra time. And after another 30 minutes of extra time, no1 managed to score. altho towards the end of da extra time, reyes got sent off for his 2nd bookable offence which was a silly challenge on ronaldo and so the cup winner was to be decided on penalty shootout. up comes van nistelrooy and converted da penalty and lauren did so too. it was even stevens. to cut da story short, super lehmann saved da penalty from da ever so ginger scholes whilst arsenal converted all 5 superbly, da last 1 being at da hands, or rather, feet, of captain fantastique, and so arsenal are the FA CUP WINNERS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;For me, the delirium of winning the fa cup lasted da whole nite and carried on for da most part of da next day. sure people would say dat it was luck (especially those who arent arsenal fans) and i kinda have to admit dat it was a bit, but dats da whole point of football innit? Oh yeah, lemme juz pay tribute 2 one of my fave brazilians, Edu (i only have 2 fave brazilians, guess who da other 1 is). He'll be leaving us in da summer (sob) and i wish him well wherever he chooses to go. sigh. i'll miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;well then, dats abt it 4 da 1st eva rant of a pyrophile. Stay outta trouble boys n gurls. Remember, fire burns. hasta luego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;khairun 'pyro' baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13075411-111678450753574211?l=pyrophile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/feeds/111678450753574211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13075411&amp;postID=111678450753574211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111678450753574211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13075411/posts/default/111678450753574211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pyrophile.blogspot.com/2005/05/1st-and-hopefully-not-last-entry.html' title='1st (and hopefully not last) entry'/><author><name>kiren baharuddin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610541498775748285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rUSSvarEp08/SyuJ5u7-leI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQ9Zb4zXx7s/S220/P7072274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
