<?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-213680986501476363</id><updated>2011-12-26T09:02:29.204+08:00</updated><category term='Malaya'/><category term='Sketches'/><category term='Classic'/><category term='Agony'/><category term='Bubbles'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Metaphor'/><category term='Bedtime Stories'/><category term='Broken Records'/><category term='Short'/><title type='text'>Kuntil Midon</title><subtitle type='html'>Book Two, Chapter 7 : Is This The End For A New Beginning?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-6217715485735642948</id><published>2011-12-26T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:02:29.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Have a little faith.</title><content type='html'>Dear God, Help me. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-6217715485735642948?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/6217715485735642948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-little-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6217715485735642948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6217715485735642948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-little-faith.html' title='Have a little faith.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7255499125295549947</id><published>2011-12-11T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:12:41.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Prejudice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prejudice&lt;/b&gt; is making a judgment or assumption about someone or something before  having enough knowledge to be able to do so with guaranteed accuracy, or  "judging a book by its cover".&lt;/blockquote&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prejudice"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while folks. I think that I'm gonna stop blogging since I have become far more busy than ever. But I can't. You know, I am a man who can clearly gather my thought straight. All the bad thought before this, all the rant, the whining, the unsatisfied things I left it inside this blog. Since I stopped blogging, my life has become upside down. I can no longer think clearly, I speak before I think, and I had become a bloody prejudice person. And the thing that made sway that way is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank god I have never fallen in love during my studies. It is like Heaven or Hell things when you involve yourself with love. I think that I'm ready, but then again, who is ready when it comes to love. Only experiences that can make you grow stronger. Have faith. But the bloody thing called faith is not something that everyone is blessed with. I'm trying to think positive, but I just can't. Why is that? When did I have become this low?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sometimes wonder where did my special speech go. It went like these, "Jangan risau lah. Semuanya akan okay nanti". Well, it did work for the exam, but it never work for love. To trust someone is like to put the tip of a sword directly to the heart. You know you could always ask the significant other but there is some factor called pride is involve in this game. You tried to be cool and not to show that you care too much. But you just can't. There is a always a 'What if'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that women loves to be care by someone. But sometimes I'm afraid she will suffocate if I show that I care too much. And sometimes I'm afraid that I'm gonna be left with broken heart. Is this normal to you? Is it? Being a human, you tend to listen to what others gonna says. Then you will judge without asking or investigate, then come the prejudice question and the fight will start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Manly tears. it sound kind of macho in certain ways. But trust me. It is not.  Maybe it is easier if you had a switch to your heart. When you wanna leave someone, you just turn off the switch and everything goes blank to right before you know her. Every event with her is a blur. How I wish I could do that. Because this has become too much for me. I'm afraid to let go and I'm also afraid to be left alone. How suck is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw that other guy are cool with their love one. And someone did said that drama is just for kids. How I wish a have a 'hati kering'. Go to hell with everything. I'm on my own now. I once said to myself that I would never ever trust someone. Not even in the tiniest bit of trust. But when love happen, you just can't help to say that you trust her completely. How stupid is that. In the end, you just can't put your trust in her. Is this the end? Should I stop before I got hurt even more? Should I become a jackass and ask her everything? Is she being straight with me or just play with me? So just she could filled the void in her heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demmit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7255499125295549947?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7255499125295549947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/12/prejudice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7255499125295549947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7255499125295549947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/12/prejudice.html' title='Prejudice.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-723554913755512364</id><published>2011-11-07T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:26:03.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedtime Stories'/><title type='text'>Others life beside yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, to get involve in someone else life is kind of a big deal. Once you get to know someone, you will tend to get close to them, get to know people around them, and of course, you will also get to know their personality. Once you're attach to them, it is kind of hard to let them be by themselves. I dont know where this sense of attachment came from. And it's killing me now. You just cant forget someone easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, I know very well that I'm going into the depth of hell when I started to get to know her. I know well of the consequences. But still I'm willing to jump into the fire. Burning myself night in, night out. It has been quite a while and honestly I never got tired of her. I know that I foolishly give all my heart to her. But then she seems to have issues with relationship. And for the first time of my life, I felt heart broken. No matter how though a guy is, they always shed a tears for the one that they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it is hard for her to make a decision. Every single I told myself not to push her for an answer. But I always couldn't help myself. I always find a way to go deep into her heart in hope that I could found her majestic heart. But it seems her heart is full of unfamiliar thorn that pretty much scarred her mind. Paranoid and trauma of past experience made her unwilling to accept me. Or is it me that she is unsatisfied with? It is a single puzzle that I can't solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her behavior towards me, It seems all positive. She even carry along the only present that I gave her. You know, someone couldn't bother to bring them everywhere if they doesn't love you. But the 'best friends' status really hurt my feelings. Everyday I act all positive and casual in front of her. But in fact, I'm afraid of losing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has come to my attention that she still seeking for the best person to make her life partner. And at this point, the uneasiness is chopping my heart like crazy. Am in the KIV status? what is she waiting for? It has been month you know. Although she had explain her current difficult status which I choose to believe, still I'm unsatisfied with her answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Crying because of me, always replied my texting, bring anywhere my present for her. What is she thinking exactly? I know she doesn't chase after me. Even when she said 'rindu' or 'sayang', I always felt she not saying that with all her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What boggles my mind the most, is when she said I'm the one that understand her the most. It almost made me cried just to hear it. I swear a lot in my mind at that time. What exactly does she meant? And she always said that if only she had been given the chance to get to know me well or being serious with each other, she will wholeheartedly agreed to it.. I know very well that she had commitment issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being with her is really fun. I always feel happy when we both go out together. But the fact that she hate commitment really breaks my heart. I always want to give up. But I just don't have the heart to do it. For the first time in my life, I dare to get close to the girl I love and this is how it turns to be. The world is damn unfair. Full of drama.&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/213680986501476363-723554913755512364?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/723554913755512364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/11/others-life-beside-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/723554913755512364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/723554913755512364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/11/others-life-beside-yours.html' title='Others life beside yours.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-2926140569952288704</id><published>2011-07-12T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T02:39:41.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Choices.</title><content type='html'>2.01 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm 25 and I'm still figuring out what to do with my life. Until this very second, I'm not sure if the decision I made is good or bad. Up to this, I just go with the flow. Racking my brain every single day and end up sleeping on the floor. Imagining things that is not going to happen. Increasing my waist size. And wasting my time doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, my life is a mess but I love myself. I have too much things inside my mind that I really dont give a fuck about what is happening in my beloved country. Years ago, I maybe proud calling myself a good countrymen but nowadays, Im just another loser who done nothing to his country besides complaining how unfair life is treating me. Me myself are at lost of what to do with my life, and I simply can't be bother to take side and debating on a bigger matter concerning our country. I have to admit, I know nothing. It is really not my place to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, about my life. Tomorrow im gonna go back to my old school, started living there once again. And I hope I can make it better this time. Me 5 year before are totally different from myself today. And I would like to prove it. Although I'm still unsure, it is better than not to do anything. I even cant make up my mind, so I made someone else decide it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, it feels a bit uncool. A bit dorky, so immature. I can decide things for myself but I choose not to. Why? because honestly I can't see myself doing anything for myself. I don't have any ambitions besides to get rich and travel the world. Very Mat Jenin. But all is not loss. I still had my game face and if keep believing, I can do almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A sane mind and positive thinking is what kept me going these days. And it also made me go undecided. Sometimes I wish I was a bit like Murdock from the A-team. Insane, not thinking, and awesome. Well, whatever it is. I'm going through with this. It already been decided and I have made my mind also. There is no turning back. Game face! here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so sleepy now. When I feel sleepy and still awake, I will think too much until a mountain of agony was built inside my head. What a nice way to end a day. Good Nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.38 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-2926140569952288704?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/2926140569952288704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/07/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2926140569952288704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2926140569952288704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/07/choices.html' title='Choices.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-4910243934693805461</id><published>2011-06-22T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T03:22:55.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Records'/><title type='text'>Kosong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a lot of things that I disagree, I didn't like, I'm not satisfy. I do feel complaint about it. But I'm more like to keep it to myself or just a short talk of teh o ais. You know, everything in this world is bullshit. Not everything but some, i think mostly. To picketing about it is stupid too. Waste energy, waste time, not funny. Stand for something or you will fall for anything. Hah, stand for something with a picket sign is definitely not gonna work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought i'm out of my mind. Thinking of wicked things all the time. Sometimes I do have half a mind to whack somebody. It is just my common sense come in my way. common sense with a lot of fear. In other word, a sissy coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what. Why it is so hard to get a job that we want? What is wrong at being choosy? Did we need to accept any jobs that come our way just because we are fresh graduate? hell no. I refuse to be a lame cow who follow anything that moves. Why must every HR dude must be an ass every time they interview someone? To test us? really? or you just vent all your deepest anger towards us? kamon lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Money. I face a lot of deficit since my car broke down last week. I thought I could survive without work until next month. But no. Fuck it. But to rant about it in facebook is kind of annoying. Even when I do it I found myself annoyed. Or I just like to pissed of anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facebook. Lately I noticed a lot of people trying to uptown themselves like they are some sort of high class or something. Some serious all work politician wannabe, some stupid emo bimbo who watched 90210(is this the right code?) beverly hills or one tree hill or something to that matter. They are emoing like every said things by men is a lie. kemon la. And for the guys who talks in Malay are considered low class and rempits. Lu pun makan belacan kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the politician wannabe. All serius kinda dude. Serius a poyo who cant take a joke. Please loosen up a bit. No one will call you tak matang if you acted like kids once in a while. Damn it. If I comment in a joke manner. They would ignore me. Or sometimes I try to being serious, still no response. Why? because we social outcast are not living according to their standard. Tak matang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing, it soon come to my attention that people with money are like they are living on cloud nine with silver lining serve in silver platter. Just because you had more money than me right now doesnt mean you are allegedly to look down on me. Or be less friendlier with me. It does bring me back to a gathering that I stupidly attended to. I felt like an idiot attend that gathering. Of course some are nice, but mostly are not. I dont know, maybe it is just me. But people sometimes doesn't take me seriously. Fuck them to for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more thing. I am no longer to bother accepting any friends from my old school who I never known or remember your existence anymore. The one that I never talked to is the worse. Why? just to add more friends just to look fancy? or you wanna rub somethings in my face just to prove your point that you hated me? OK lah not hate, just unconsciously berlagak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've come to term that friends will no longer be friends if you dont contact them anymore. that is fact. Even you're the bestest friends in the world once. But with time, you will come to drift apart. Please accept that. No one can handle being friends forever okay? It is called being nice. If being nice is ignored as well, well go fuck yourself. BFFF? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My life. I always dream of doing something insignificant to my country. To the world or for the human races especially. To much watching movies I guess. Fantasize the beyond my ability. At least I am too damn aware of any scam. I dont move a single muscle when I saw any bogus boogeymen trying to contact me by the internet. For me, contacting across world wide web is full of sham. Ditto on internet hook ups. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I feel that 90's is the best year ever. No complex pressure. Everything is easy. The internet is at minimum used. Handphone is for the able, not for fancy tard. Did you realize that your status depends on what car did you drive and what phone did you used? People are judgemental. Every last one of them. If they cant see your car, they judge your phone first. Or maybe your clothes. This son of bitches had no style and he is fat to boot. Fat is not handsome I tell you. And being penniless just made it worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know I could easily get uncomfortable eating at fancy restaurant. But I guess among my not so many friends, just one who willing to invite me eating at a fancy restaurant regardless my poor sense of style. Seriously. I am not asking for you to invite me there. Just mamak is okay by me. But when I've been invited to such an alien place for me, I'm thankful. I will never forget your kindness until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to change my life. No more buts. A soon as I score a job, I only devote myself to work. A workaholics. Planning on getting and making every cent that I could. I am tired of acting being okay all the time. Deep inside I'm just miserable as any miserable dude out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All my melodramatic trouble will end as soon as I wake up. Maybe because it is late night. Sort of fuck up my mind. I will a nice person once again tommorrow. Good night. Cheerio!&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/213680986501476363-4910243934693805461?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/4910243934693805461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/06/kosong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4910243934693805461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4910243934693805461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/06/kosong.html' title='Kosong.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-830891101255526450</id><published>2011-04-20T21:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:32:10.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Morale Down.</title><content type='html'>"Dunia ini tak adil!" - Badak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dulu aku gelak saja. Sekarang dah kena baru lah merasa. Bila ada saja rasa kena jentik ulu hati tu, satu badan ketar tak bersebab. Tapi bila gua dapat tahu lampu tak hijau, straight gua masuk Morale Down Zone. Hisap rokok pandang langit sorang-sorang. Rasa cool kejap walaupun melepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badi mana gua kena ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi fikir-fikir balik, gua tak rugi mana. Yang tu pun gua consider dekat beratus kali. Banyak benar yang fail dalam kamus gua. Macam gua tak tahu dia cucuk angin saja. Gua pun memang jenis suka melayan. Tapi serius gua tak patut teruskan. Melayan tak apa. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Betul lah apa yang adik gua cakap. Dia sound gua direct punya. Ni semua sebab gua cakap satu hari nanti gua nak belikan BPR gua kasut brand Itali. Lepas tu pula ada chicks yang buat suara manja dalam TV. Adik gua komen negatif, gua suka saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adik gua warning gua awal-awal, jangan cari orang yang berhaluan Itali macam tu. Dan beberapa komen menyampah yang lain. Gua fikir tak jadi hal kot. Hati masing-masing siapa yang tahu buruk baik. Tapi bila gua dah jumpa sendiri, baru gua fikir balik apa adik gua cakap. Memang ada yang tak kena. Gua dengar cakap orang lain pun kata tak suka. Jelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bagi gua yang 24/7 delusional ni, memang gua nampak okay saja. Terbang-terbang bunga kiri kanan. Tapi reality hurts. Benda yang kau suka semua nampak indah pasal kau dah pakai goggles yang tapis semua negativity. Cara nak sedarkan diri adalah dengan mendengar pandangan orang. A whole lot more of negativity. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tipu lah kalau lu tak pernah jadi judgemental. Manusia ni sikit tak berkenan saja dah menggeletek. Jangan bohong. Dan, dari apa yang gua judge sendiri, banyak fail dari yang okay. Nevermind, as long as she's single, I could give it a try. Besides, peer pressure maa. Member yang selalu layan kisah delusional gua memang suka paksa gua try. At least try. Tu yang penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila gua dah tahu lampu tak hijau, gua ikat bendera putih siap-siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian cerita letop dari saya. Oyasuminasai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-830891101255526450?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/830891101255526450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/04/morale-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/830891101255526450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/830891101255526450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/04/morale-down.html' title='Morale Down.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-811439453451299392</id><published>2011-03-29T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T00:41:26.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Reason.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I wrote anything here. I guess I just lost the reason to write or I am just plain tired of writing blogs. Eventhough it is just my personal rambles, somehow it did satisfied me deep inside. I did try to write a few time but keep deleting it in the end. Im no creative, my life is mundane and my English is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be creative sometimes, but it sucks. I did tried writing poems. It sucks.  When i read it back, it had no soul. Im souless engineer to be. While engineer require a certain level of creativity, I just dont have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow up, I left my favourite past time, drawing. I have giving up on inventing things. My imagination no longer run wild. I've been introduce to much limitations as an engineer. Everything is indeed impossible. When I was a kid, I had this book of invention. I sketch it and wonder how it will turn out to be. I even made a comic for god sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a grown up is painful doesn't it? Responsibility, maturity, love, compassion, all that bullshit we had to deal with every day. I dont know. Maybe because of this darkness and boredom around me made me whining about life and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-811439453451299392?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/811439453451299392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/03/reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/811439453451299392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/811439453451299392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/03/reason.html' title='Reason.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7511106531858113772</id><published>2011-01-29T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:15:58.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedtime Stories'/><title type='text'>Esok OT bhai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esok gua OT. Bangla cuti pergi joli pun apa gua kisah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ni selesa sikit la gua bekerja. Bos gua pun angin baik. Entah macam mana jadi kamcing gua tak tau tapi apa yang gua tau, kerja mesti kasi ikhlas, tugas disuruh jangan lupa buat. Gua rasa dah macam pekerja contoh bila asyik kena puji. Riang juga lah ulu hati bila kena puji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya, gua hari-hari pasang taktik. Gua tau gua bukan kaki ampu mulut. Canang sana sini. Gua nak buka cerita pun tak reti. Apa yang gua buat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Muka tekun, muka senyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mimik muka kena praktis. Tapi sebab gua jenis tak banyak cakap, gua memang ada bakat natural buat mimik muka. Masa kerja, gua buat muka tekun. Kalau tak boleh buat, gua panggil member gua. Tak boleh juga gua panggil bos. Tapi tu kena usha line dulu lah. Jangan main redah tanya saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila orang lain melawak. Kalau gua rasa lawak dia basi, gua senyum saja. Tak pun keh keh hujung tekak. Bila orang gua tak suka buat jelingan merenyam, gua buat tak nampak. Pergi mampus sama lu. Kalau lawa tak apa la der. Ini.... ah, malas gua cerita. Bukan masalah gua memilih lawa ke tidak, ni masalah lu dah tua bhai. Nak cari anak ikan agak-agak lah. Gua rock der. Penting maruah dari wang ringgit. Tak senonoh sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Kalau tak ada kerja, buat-buat ada kerja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bukan soal lu nak kipas bos ke apa. Ini soal lu nak jaga hubungan lu dengan bos lu je. Gua tak suka cari musuh. Tapi kalau gua betul, memang gua tegakkan kebenaran gua. Nak takut apa kalau lu betul? Janji lu buat kerja ikhlas, semua tak ada masalah bagi gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Kalau salah otak mau cepat cover line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau gua terbuat salah, gua akan cari reason untuk cover line. Kalau bos tak nampak, gua betulkan seberapa segera. Kalau kantoi, gua buat muka seposen. Kalau kena marah jangan melawan dan angguk saja. Paling kurang pun gua moral down sampai balik saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Elak dari bertembung dengan upper boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upper Boss ni kadang-kadang suka up budak-budak praktikal walaupun benda kecil. Ada sekali gua kena puji dengan upper boss, boss gua dan senior yang lain terpaksa tepuk tangan pada gua. Member gua yang susah payah tunduk bawah conveyor sampai baju kotor pun tak kena puji. Tugas gua catat readings dan report abnormalities pada boss. Gua rasa gua kena puji sebab gua speaking der. Gua kalau cemas kena present, memang gua lupa cakap melayu. Bukan gua nak buat lawak Sharifah Amani, tapi sebab gua dah kebas kena present speaking english masa dekat U dulu. Tapi serius gua rasa lain macam hari tu. Sejak kes hari tu, Gua seboleh-boleh nak elak dari bercakap dengan upper boss gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Jangan rehat selagi boss tak rehat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua bukan kisah sangat nak pergi kantin rehat der. Member-member gua je suka pressure gua ajak rehat. Ikutkan satu hari tak jejak kantin pun tak kisah. Asal gua dapat smoke dan bantai air watercooler sesuka hati gua dah cukup. Lepas gua settle satu kerja saja, gua akan keluar senyap-senyap hisap rokok. Gua tak ajak member pun. Time kerja gua suka buat perangai solo. Itu yang member gua kadang-kadang terasa hati sama gua. Tapi gua kalau time kerja, kalau boleh gua nak space gua sendiri. Kalau masa nak hisap rokok pun kalau boleh gua tak mau berbual pasal dalam kepala otak gua akan sibuk rangkul strategi seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sial! Dah pukul satu. Gua nak baring sambil berangan kejap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7511106531858113772?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7511106531858113772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/01/esok-ot-bhai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7511106531858113772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7511106531858113772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/01/esok-ot-bhai.html' title='Esok OT bhai.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-896471512286144285</id><published>2011-01-26T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T02:10:22.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Annoying Tunes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua hari-hari masuk kerja saja kena tadah lagu senam jepun. Muak lah shial. Sesetengah orang buat pekak saja. Kepala gua selalu main muzik, kalau gua termenung pun bunyi muzik kat kepala, sekali sampai kilang, dengar pula lagu tu, habis lari theme song dalam kepala gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, celaka. Dah pukul dua. Gua nak baring pandang siling kejap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-896471512286144285?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/896471512286144285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/01/annoying-tunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/896471512286144285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/896471512286144285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/01/annoying-tunes.html' title='Annoying Tunes.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-4703106687080630939</id><published>2011-01-25T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:49:04.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedtime Stories'/><title type='text'>The Last Chapter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah lama gua tak update blog gua ni. Asyik sibuk sama duniawi, siberwi gua dah tak layan mana. Kadang ada teringin mau update. Ye lah, biar pun rage penuh di dada, tapi bila balik kerja, penat, malas rasa nak perangat kepala. Hari-hari duduk simpan dalam dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni la pengalaman first gua kerja. Sebelum ni kerja McD tak kira. Gua kerja sebulan, gua rasa tak boleh pergi, gua chow je. Kerja ni ada betul sikit landasannya. Tapi kali ni, rock ke tak rock, gua tadah jer. tak boleh nak ikut kepala gua suka-suka nak chow. Praktikal bhai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni gua MC. bangun tidur terus gerak klinik ambil MC. Time belajar dulu, bangun je buka facebook, stalk manusia lebih kurang, text member ajak minum. Sekarang dah tak macam dulu. Memang kuat lah terkenang-kenang zaman dulu sekarang ni. Kumat kamit sorang-sorang pun selalu. Dah macam orang tak waras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua tak tahu lah macamana gua nak nilai praktikal gua ni. Apa bagus nya gua tak tahu. Yang gua tahu, gua kena buat benda sama tiap-tiap pagi. Lepas tu troubleshoot mana boleh sana sini. Paling gua sakit sekarang, nak fikir projek. Hangus kepala gua cari idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula-mula dulu semangat lah. Sekarang dah suam-suam kuku. Ada idea tu ada lah sikit. Tapi kepala gua fikir, idea gua sampah. Tu belum orang lain fikir lagi tu. Konfem taraf najis. Gua ingat nak settle kan proposal projek gua hari ni, tapi bangun pun dah tengahari, ambil MC, cari barang keperluan, lepak minum, tengok drama Melayu, layan facebook, makan nasi, dah masuk malam. Update blog pula tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fedap betul nak kerja esok. Redah saja lah gua fikir. Gua tak ada pun tak ada siapa nak hirau. Maybe umpat gua lebih kurang, lepas tu sambung kerja balik. Ni gua berbelah bahagi. Nak ke tak nak buat proposal ni. Karang kalau terbelah dua proposal ni terjun masuk tong sampah, menyirap pula rasa. Dilema betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaki gua pula, dah tak rupa kaki orang dah. Kalau nak kata gedabak tu memang dah biasa. Tapi sekarang dah terkupas sana sini. Hari-hari sarung boot ketat. Kental betul kaki gua. Tapi hati gua je tak kental. Tak berapa nak kering. Taman sangat. Dah macam wonderland. Kena kutuk sikit je dah berdesing gegendang telinga gua. Ingat gua ni bodoh alang kelabu asap ke apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kata, lumrah lah semua tu. Tapi entah lah. Gua rasa macam celaka jugak la sistem macam tu. Tak adil. Tekanan emosi. Rasa nak buat revolusi tempat kerja pula. Minda orang tua sekarang tak boleh pakai. Tapi akhirnya, kata-kata orang tua juga yang betul. Itu yang gua tak gemar bila dah terkena batang hidung sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah. Gua nak tidur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-4703106687080630939?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/4703106687080630939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4703106687080630939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4703106687080630939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-chapter.html' title='The Last Chapter.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1974307041943479093</id><published>2010-11-07T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:48:28.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><title type='text'>[Misery] Exam and FYP.</title><content type='html'>Please put me out of my misery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;- I am in misery, there ain't no other who can comfort me. - Maroon 5, Misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-1974307041943479093?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1974307041943479093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/11/misery-exam-and-fyp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1974307041943479093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1974307041943479093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/11/misery-exam-and-fyp.html' title='[Misery] Exam and FYP.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1348719518493628487</id><published>2010-10-29T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T04:32:21.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Run away.</title><content type='html'>A few more week to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-1348719518493628487?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1348719518493628487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/10/run-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1348719518493628487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1348719518493628487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/10/run-away.html' title='Run away.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1864847621093936922</id><published>2010-09-28T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:26:02.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Tension.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku pun tak tahu la nak kata apa lagi. Semester terakhir ni macam-macam bala datang. Aku mengaku, mostly semuanya salah aku yang teramat leka. Tapi kali ni macam dah tak ada jalan penyelesaiannya. Lepas satu-satu masalah datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soal rokok tak payah cerita lah. Paru-paru aku dah se akan jalan tar yang diturap on daily basis nak mengenangkan pressure yang aku kena hadapi hari-hari. Kadang-kadang ajak member minum. Luah perasaan semua. Lega cuma sementara, macam baru lepas bangun tidur lega nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku tahu member aku semuanya nak tolong aku, tapi macam mana pun kita dekat dunia ni, masalah sendiri kita mesti kena settle sendiri. Pressure beb. Aku langsung tak bajet pressure dia teruk macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang aku ada masa dalam 4 ke 5 minggu sebelum habis semester. Dalam jangka masa ni, aku kalau boleh tak nak langsung berganjak dari kerja-kerja yang patut aku lakukan. Memang lah kalau nak dicerita kan 'Que sera sera' boleh, apa nak jadi pun jadi lah. Tapi dalam proses nak menjadi tu yang sakit nya tak tertanggung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini bukan masalah putus cinta bro. Ini masalah study gua je. Bagi gua masalah putus cinta tu tak lah besar mana buat masa sekarang. Gua sangat concern dengan masa depan gua. Gua cemas dengan masa yang gua ada. Banyak lagi benda gua nak kejar lepas bergelar graduan nanti. Bukan seronok pun beb jadi student ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ye lah, duit loan dapat tiap-tiap bulan pun berpada lah dengan pressure nya. Orang yang dah bekerja semua bilang kerja lagi tension. Tapi aku bukan lah nak membandingkan pressure nya. Buat masa sekarang itu lah dia pressure yang gua kena hadapi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entah lah. Fikir siang malam masalah gua ni pun tak guna. Sekarang, apa yang penting, gua kena on 'game face' gua untuk selama 4-5 minggu ni. Gua tahu gua sucks, gua tahu gua tak genius, tapi untuk tahun ke 24 gua bergelar manusia, khalifah di muka bumi ini, tak sekali pun gua cuba melarikan diri dari masalah. Semua gua telan. Jangan risau my friend, we're gonna make it. I'm pretty damn sure. It is not a matter of late or early, it just that you reach your goals by any means necessary. Come on bro! You can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fucking do it... Pleasee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-1864847621093936922?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1864847621093936922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/09/tension.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1864847621093936922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1864847621093936922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/09/tension.html' title='Tension.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1351875594922391117</id><published>2010-09-01T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:07:07.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Pemalas!</title><content type='html'>Gua malas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-1351875594922391117?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1351875594922391117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/09/pemalas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1351875594922391117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1351875594922391117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/09/pemalas.html' title='Pemalas!'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3439923416702847443</id><published>2010-08-19T03:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T04:36:58.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedtime Stories'/><title type='text'>Mimpi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;3.20 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua terjaga dari tidur. Macam biasa, kalau mimpi BPR, gua akan duduk termenung sambil hisap rokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mimpi kali ni agak aneh, pelik, teruk dan gua tak tahu apa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;connection&lt;/span&gt; nya. Ya, gua suka buat tanggapan sendiri terhadap mimpi walaupun gua tahu semuanya hanya permainan tidur. Ceritanya begini;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Situasi berlaku di kawasan rumah lama di Danau Kota. Keadaannya sama seperti gua tinggalkan dulu. Tiada kacau bilau, tiada hiruk pikuk. Gua tak pasti umur gua berapa kerana saiz badan gua kerap bertukar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan BPR  gua dan sorang lagi makwe pun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enterframe&lt;/span&gt;. Naik kereta kebal. Besar bagak tinggi rumah. Perasaan gua: gua rasa macam kawan lama masa kecik. Orang lain sekeliling macam tak ambil pusing pasal dua budak perempuan datang bawa kereta kebal. Cukup&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Inception&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua pun datang tegur dua budak perempuan tu. Dan macam gua cakap tadi, saiz badan gua dan mereka turut berubah. Dah tak budak dah. Saiz badan gua katang macam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt;. Ni gua tipu. Gua pun berbual dengan makwe sorang lagi. Dialog gua dah lupa. BPR tengah sibuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;setting&lt;/span&gt; kereta kebal dekat atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entah macam mana gua boleh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt; makwe ni balik rumah. BPR pula menyusul kemudian. Gua macam tak ambil pusing lagi pasal BPR. Situasi membawa gua ke lorong perumahan. Makwe tu ajak gua lalu jalan belakang. Gua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insist&lt;/span&gt; lalu jalan depan pasal jalan belakang rumah penuh kotor dengan macam-macam objek yang gua tak nak cerita. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gore&lt;/span&gt; waktu siang yang biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Makwe tu berkeras nak ikut jalan belakang. Gua turutkan saja. Dan gua pun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt; makwe tu menempuh jalan-jalan yang sukar. Sampai masuk satu rumah terbiar dan ikut dia panjat dalam loteng atap rumah. Sekali lagi fizikal badan gua berubah. Entah macam mana gua boleh muat masuk loteng gua pun tak tahu. Mungkin gua ada bakat jadi arkitek &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inception&lt;/span&gt;. Lepas ni gua apply dekat&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JobSreet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Panjat punya panjat, gua pun sampai dekat rumah makwe tu. Rumah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; dia. FYI, kawasan rumah kat Danau Kota tu kawasan rumah teres. Jadi sebagai arkitek mimpi, gua automatik boleh ejas yang loteng atap rumah tu ada&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; connection&lt;/span&gt; sepanjang teresnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Makwe tu bilang sama gua suruh gua duduk senyap-senyap. Nanti nenek dia nampak, nenek dia bising. Dia pun keluar dari bilik dan lupa tutup pintu. Gua biarkan saja pintu terbuka. Entah macam mana adik perempuan gua pun ada dalam bilik tu. Sambil tengok cermin, adik gua cakap tu member dia. Langsung tak ada sebarang respon negatif yang gua dah masuk rumah orang secara haram dan tambahan pula bilik perempuan. Perasaan gua: biasa-biasa saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entah macam mana situasi gua bertukar lagi. Saiz badan normal, gua sedang pakai kain pelikat tanpa pakai baju dan sedang pegang gitar. Dan yang paling aneh gua boleh&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; strumming&lt;/span&gt; gitar tu dengan baik. Lagaknya seperti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;. Perasaan gua: Oh, elok pula tuning gitar ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sedang leka strumming, nenek makwe tu lintas depan bilik. Muka dia antara perasan tak perasan saja gua di situ. Dia lintas, masuk bilik sebelah dan terus keluar balik sambil pegang pisau dan daun pandan. Apa kes ambil daun pandan dekat dalam bilik tingkat dua? Gua rasa  gua memang arkitek &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inception&lt;/span&gt; yang artistik. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas saja nenek tu turun ke bawah, gua dapat dengar suara nenek tu membebel. Membebel pada makwe tu dan ibunya gua rasa. Bunyi macam marah pasal ada budak lelaki dalam bilik. Gua la tu. Hati gua jadi tak tenang. Rasa bersalah. Adik gua masih lagi tenang tengok cermin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana pergi BPR gua?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-3439923416702847443?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3439923416702847443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/08/mimpi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3439923416702847443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3439923416702847443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/08/mimpi.html' title='Mimpi.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-2193876388682340365</id><published>2010-07-27T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:24:19.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedtime Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><title type='text'>Merah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua sedang leka kunyah cucur di satu sudut kedai. Gua konfius dengan cucur yang gua beli dari pasar malam tadi. Adakah ini cucur badak, cucur udang, atau semata-mata cucur kodok sahaja. Sedang leka mendeduksi makanan sendiri, datang seorang lelaki misteri duduk semeja di sudut gelap. Gua samar-samar akan wajahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Aku tahu kau ada masalah." Bilang lelaki misteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Siapa yang tak ada." Jawab gua spontan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lelaki misteri tersebut capai kotak Winston gua. Dia dirikan kotak tersebut. Kemudian dia dirikan pula lighter cricket gua. Hati gua tersentak. Tapi gua masih belum cemas. Gua fikir lelaki ini buta tuli menembak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Merah." Lelaki misteri senyum sinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit." Gua dah tak dapat sembunyi cemas gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lelaki misteri tersebut menghulurkan sepucuk Colt .45. Sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Nah, jalan penyelesaian. Hapuskan memori kau." Lelaki misteri semakin serius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati gua dari berdebar bertukar jadi marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Kau tak ada hak nak campur urusan aku. Memori ini aku tak akan hapuskan." Balas gua tegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Kenapa tidak? Kau nak kekal sebagai lelaki gagal sampai bila?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Aku tahu aku gagal, aku bacul. Tapi aku tak mahu hapuskan memori ini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAMMM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lelaki misteri menghempas tangannya di meja. Mata aku terpaku pada jam tangan nya. Jam retak berjenama Milane. Aku semakin gusar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Kau mesti hapuskan! Atau hati kau tak akan terbuka sampai bila-bila!" Jerkah lelaki misteri seraya mengeluarkan kepala nya dari bayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A...a.. aku?" Terperanjat beruk aku, hampir terjatuh dari kerusi sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ya, aku adalah kau. Alter-ego kau sendiri." Jawab lelaki misteri sambil menyalakan rokok Winston aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tangan aku menggeletar mencapai pistol di atas meja. Aku off kan safety nya. Jari telunjuk bersedia pada picu. Muncung pistol dihala pada kepala sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ini yang kau mahukan bukan?!! Lupakan segalanya?! Bunuh diri??!!" Mata gua berair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Yaaa. Dan supaya kau tak mati tertanya-tanya, aku akan beritahu kau satu lagi perkara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"APAAA???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini cucur badak." Jawab lelaki misteri sambil menyuap cucur ke mulut sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FUCK. Hati gua tersentap. Marah. Sangat marah. Pantas gua hala pistol pada lelaki misteri dan tanpa fikir dua kali.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POOOOWWW!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua tiup kepala pistol seraya berkata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daging badak jual kat pasar gelap, bukan pasar malam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bodoh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Dream. Send me a sign. Turn back the clock. Give me some time. I need to break out." -Ryan Star, Brand New Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-2193876388682340365?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/2193876388682340365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/07/merah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2193876388682340365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2193876388682340365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/07/merah.html' title='Merah.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-4303077522759528423</id><published>2010-07-26T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:47:14.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Negative Attitude and Concealed Feelings.</title><content type='html'>Makes a perfect hypocrite. I wonder if it is natural by nature or just being a plain coward? These past few days, I just learned a thing about microexpression. Because it is a micro, it is almost impossible to notice without years of practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, we occasionally did detect if someone was lying. It is that we wasn't that sure and was afraid if the other would suddenly snap when being accused. Or maybe we just being polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support any romantic proposal. I love romantic movies. I know how to be romantic. But it never occur to me to try to be one. Because for one thing, that I know for sure, people tend to get tired. And after that every to fade to black. It is called commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw many girls fb's status, and some from blogs. It seems that they were living above the cloud nine and they loves it. I love to be surprise like this, I love to be pamper that way. When will they learn that there is no men like that? Once in their pants, poof, gone. Goodbye red roses here come occasionally white tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't fair to women if men being an unromantic son of a bitch their whole life. Maybe once in while it is okay, but men tends to forget. Just remind no hint and stop smothering. Men are hypocrite by nature with ego on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the end, just to prove when someone is lying you need to be a tougher jackass. Vicious eye contact, throw a few hand gesture, clear voice, quick on words, and most importantly, believe you're right even when you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a fierce conversation, we often throwing junks when we're out of facts. Then create a new believable fact. Preferable one with explainable chaining reaction, support by some true obvious facts. It is called speculate. Or gossip. It is just for the win sake. Nothing is more sweet that winnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horray, only one more chapter for a new book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-4303077522759528423?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/4303077522759528423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/07/negative-attitude-and-concealed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4303077522759528423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4303077522759528423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/07/negative-attitude-and-concealed.html' title='Negative Attitude and Concealed Feelings.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-5404260293942034768</id><published>2010-07-04T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T05:42:21.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Billionaire.</title><content type='html'>Good riddance Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a nice game between Germany and Argentina. Salute to Argies players for showing a good fighting spirit until the end. And it is a wise decision to cheer on Germany tonight since I did enjoy the the frustrating faces on Argies fans. As the Argies scored their first goal, the crowds at mapley were cheering like hell just to know it was an offside. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, as I came back from mapley with a happy evil face, the billionaire song was play on the radio. The song keep playing in my mind and I just can't help it to You Tubed for it. And for a while it got me thinking. A cross reference thinking to an episode of Leverage. It has already becoming a habit for me to cross reference for everything that was on my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was something that tickles my mind from watching 'The Reunion Job' episode (Leverage, season 3, 2nd episode). You see, the rich mogul called Doucherman is a real life douchebag. He feel that he has a need to show off his success to his alumni fellows. He thought that it was satisfying to rub it on their faces. Well it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me be frank with you, I was a John Doe in every school I went. Primary and secondary, there was a few people who still remember me. And I always avoid every chance I had for a reunion. At first, I thought I will join the reunion when at least I can afford my own car. But then, it got me thinking again. Why should I? What I got to say to them? There is only a few tiny bits of memories of them left inside my head. No, I better be stay anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for my life in university, things were the other way around. From MMU to MFI, people do recognize me somehow. Even once in a while when I did visited Malacca, there was a few passerby who recognize me. Even the nyonya from mini mart still recognize me after a few years of my absentees. Then again, it did flatter me in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the Billionaire music video (Travie McCoy ft. Bruno Mars), Travie portray as a cool billionaire who shows an act of random kindness to any passerby. Then it struck me again, maybe if one day I did becoming a billionaire, I would do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One death is a tragedy, a thousand deaths is a statistic. Well, the same  holds true for acts of charity. - Sophie Deveraux, Leverage.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, instead of build a school, clinic or whatsoever, it is better to help people individually. Instead of donating a big check and make it to the front cover of newspaper, it is better to give a new car to your own relatives or friends and make it into their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I ever make it as a billionaire, Everyday I wish to wake up in different city and different country. Start with from an urban town like Tokyo, London, Manhattan, Paris to a rural town like Hokkaido, Hampshire, Dublin, Dordogne or wherever that has a serene surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first plan is to shop anything that is shoppable. Clothes, gizmos, perfumes, or maybe some random Viking lamp. I will record my journey. Not 24/7. Just a little sneak peek of some location and some random ramblings without any further embarrassment that will mark me as a typical tourist. And at the end of the day I will write a journal that will be publish into this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will choose a few items to take with me and mail the rest back to Malaysia along with some souvenir to family and friends. And of course, a key chain for my keepsake. You see, even now I have tons of key chain on my bag. Even though I already lost some of them, I will not give up. After all, I am a man of habit. I'll make sure to buy two of them. One to put on my back pack and the other one I will mail it back to Malaysia. Heh. Just in case I lost my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After tired with shopping and some uptown activities, I will visit any rural area. Maybe rent a country home in Dublin. Walk through bed of flowers and endless road. Drink a cup of coffee in the morning. Visit any museum. Do some history research. Or maybe go fishing in Hokkaido. Visit the their fish market. Visit some farm. Like apple farm in Manchester. My parents used to visit there when I was still a baby. Maybe one day, if the farm still exist, I will visit there. I still got the address though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, you know, if one is a billionaire, I doubt he or she is a nobody. As for me, as I travel for different countries, I might as well visit some technology companies, maybe if I am lucky, I can pick up few things. Or maybe I will be inspire or discover something new. Invent or improve something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or maybe sample some fruits or vegetables. Learn the thing that is necessary for them to grow. I always wonder how did they grow the Matsutake Mushroom. Or learn a few anglers trick. Catch some big fish and print the body on a big paper. You know, the one that the Japanese did and they frame it after that. Most likely can be seen inside a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, for what its worth, I had loooong treacherous way to make it as a billionaire. I maybe will start earning my own money when I am 25. I have to pay both of my student loans. And maybe after this, house loan, car loan. Life is a debt you know and I just don't like this kind of debt. And for godsake! Robert Kiyosaki's book still doesn't make any sense. At all! Or maybe I'm too dense with business jargon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it." - Travie McCoy ft. Bruno Mars, Billionaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-5404260293942034768?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/5404260293942034768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/07/billionaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5404260293942034768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5404260293942034768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/07/billionaire.html' title='Billionaire.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-786685673662245244</id><published>2010-06-16T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:49:21.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Gua Nak Bela Rambut Balik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua dah rimas rambut pendek. Gua nak simpan balik rambut panjang bagi orang lain pula rimas. Gua sorang saja rimas mana boleh. Dari teori ilmu alam gua, gua rasa dalam nak dekat raya nanti rambut gua panjang balik. Dan gua tau makcik - makcik gua, sepupu sepapat gua semua rimas tengok gua masa raya. Hahaha. Memang gua suka orang rimas tengok gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bela rambut balik ye. Orang perak cakap 'bela' ni maksud dia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;repair.&lt;/span&gt; Uncle Seekers kata 'bela' ni memiliki. Gua kata 'bela' ni biarkan saja. Setahun sekali lah gua pakai &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hair conditioner&lt;/span&gt;. Tengok mood metroseksual gua. Jantan tipikal biasa lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua dah sebulan merancang nak pergi tampal kasut gua. Tapak dah terkoyak. Dan juga dah sampai masa untuk aku potong kaki seluar. First time pakai seluar mahal bhai. sayang nak potong. Tapi dah genap dua tahun aku pakai seluar ni. Aku rasa dah sampai masa nak kena potong kaki seluar dia. hari-hari sapu jalanraya. Balik rumah mesti bawa balik batu dua tiga biji punya dekat kaki seluar. Konfem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam masa sebulan gua rancang nak buat dua benda tu, sudah nya mesti gua tak jadi buat. Macam macam alasan emosi yang tak diterima akal orang lain. Atau dalam bahasa saintifiknya, malas! Cakap orang suruh rajin memang senang, bila dah kena batang hidung sendiri benda simple macam ni pun tak boleh buat. Drive 10 minit pergi Warta pun payah. Jumlah masa berurusan dalam satu jam saja, jawab periksa satu paper 3 jam straight sampai kebas punggung berasap kepala boleh pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bercakap pasal jawab periksa ni pula. Gua akan rasa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; saja tiap kali keluar dewan periksa. Hembusan rokok paling best dan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rare&lt;/span&gt; adalah selepas jawab periksa. Lagi-lagi kalau langit cerah awan berarak, mentari menyinar. Rasa macam baru lepas perang. Rasa hero tak terkata. Kalau masa tu rambut panjang, kena pula tiupan angin, memang rasa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;superhero plus plus&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadi gua belek gambar-gambar. Ada satu caption tulis '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young and hopeless&lt;/span&gt;'. Gua rasa gua pegang title tu sekarang. Gua betul-betul tak nampak mana hala tuju gua sekarang. Kerja apa gua nak buat? Kereta apa gua nak pakai? Rumah mana gua nak beli? Dan yang penting sekali, tulang rusuk mana yang padan sama gua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tulang rusuk. Gua rasa gua pernah ada conversation ilmiah pasal ni masa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first year&lt;/span&gt; gua dekat MMU. Macam mana yang lelaki kekurangan satu tulang rusuk yang perlu diberi kepada perempuan. Asal nya rasa macam tu lah lebih kurang cerita dia dan entah macam mana gua yang sangat naif masa tu boleh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suggest&lt;/span&gt; yang teman hidup kita, itu lah tulang rusuk yang kita hilang selama ni. Dan tak semena mena member gua dapat idea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pick up line&lt;/span&gt; baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia pernah gua atau tidak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pick up line &lt;/span&gt;tu aku tak tau. Tapi yang pasti gua tak pernah guna. Dan gua ada perasan lagu drama cerita melayu petang Maghrib ada sebut tulang rusuk. Gua tak dapat tangkap ayat dia. Pasal dia nyanyi laju dan gua malas nak ambil port secara serius. Cuma setiap kali gua dengar, detik berseloroh beberapa tahun yang lepas buat gua jauh termenung. Saat paling gembira dan bebas dalam hidup gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sampai bila nak jadi '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young and hopeless'&lt;/span&gt;? Sampai jadi '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old and hopeless&lt;/span&gt;' kah? Tidak. Gua rasa tempoh '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young and hopeless&lt;/span&gt;' gua akan berakhir tahun ni. Itu hari gua balik solat jumaat, sedang gua leka jalan menonong, datang sorang mamat jalan seiring dengan gua. Elok saja gua nak kasi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flying kick&lt;/span&gt; secara kasar, rupa-rupanya mamat ni pernah kelas sama gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? Dah kerja ke? Kerja mana? Sony?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tunggang langgang jadi soalan gua. Tak sengaja ter-retorikal. Dah terang-terang dia pakai vest Sony. Dia bilang dia tengah intra. Hati gua jauh menusuk yang dia macam segan saja kalau kerja tetap sekali pun di Sony. Tapi memang gua dah tahu dia intra. Gua saja buat spekulasi busuk. Hahaha... Gua tanya lagi soalan retorikal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amacam paper &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; sem? Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mamat tu tergelak. Muka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; lahanat. Memang gua nampak lah kebebasan di raut wajahnya. Gua memang pandai baca orang. Itu lah cikgu gua cakap dulu, orang Amerika suka baca buku, orang kita suka baca orang. Gua memang orang kita yang sejati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pernah tengok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Up in the air&lt;/span&gt;'? Ada sekali George Clooney cakap, Kenapa budak-budak suka pada atlet? Pasal dia orang kejar cita-cita dia orang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bullshit!&lt;/span&gt; siapa yang tulis skrip tu? Gua tak pernah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;admire&lt;/span&gt; mana-mana atlet langsung. Ada sekali gua pernah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;admire &lt;/span&gt;Hakuto dan Minami. Gua nak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;join special forces&lt;/span&gt; tentang raksasa ganas. Dengan harapan gua akan dipilih sebagai t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he next&lt;/span&gt; Ultraman. Lepas gua tau raksasa memang tak wujud dekat jepun, gua dah tak pernah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;admire &lt;/span&gt;siapa-siapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cakap pasal cerita tu, Lu orang cuba tengok kerjaya George Clooney. Gua rasa kerjaya macam brader tu memang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; sampai lah satu masa yang minah Twilight ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decide to go 'Glocal'&lt;/span&gt;. Apa neraka? merampus lah brader Clooney, gua sendiri tengok pun palat. Ada pula nak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt; orang guna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;video conference&lt;/span&gt;. Gua palat bukan nya nak cerita kesan psikologikal nya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fire &lt;/span&gt;orang guna cara tu, Tapi sebab &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; untuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;travel on air&lt;/span&gt; secara percuma kena tarik! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt; siapa tak bengang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secara jujurnya apa yang minah twilight tu cakap, yang guys have to piss everywhere to mark their spot like dogs was anotherr bullshit. Memang brader Clooney tu cakap dia nak kejar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milage on air&lt;/span&gt; tu. Tapi gua rasa tak semestinya sebab tu, dia nak benda tu jadi memori kebebasan dia. Ish, gua rasa gua paham lu la brader Clooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, esok gua nak pergi tampal kasut dan jahit seluar. Tapi seluar gua tak basuh lagi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-786685673662245244?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/786685673662245244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/06/gua-nak-bela-rambut-balik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/786685673662245244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/786685673662245244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/06/gua-nak-bela-rambut-balik.html' title='Gua Nak Bela Rambut Balik!'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-9152097141478296255</id><published>2010-06-15T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:59:49.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Plans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plans... plans... i gotta make some plans. You know, gotta get my feet on the fair ground. I'm tired of living like these. I literally don't have anything to do. I know I got tons of work to do but I just can't make up my mind to do them. Every single day, I woke up, staring at the ceiling for 5 minutes, close back my eyes and there I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been doing a lot talking to the wall lately. You know, you never got verbally abuse by talking to the wall. It's pathetic. I'm loathing myself for doing that sometimes. What a loser. But in some ways, I found it extremely satisfied. Well not extremely, just a bit. Having a wall as your best secret keeper wasn't exactly any sane human will do. It suck. It does. Then again walls do have eyes. Yeah, I'm a fan of spies flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dual personalities, between superheroes and spies. I'm more prefer spies than superheroes. I mean come on, who can actually fly? What I like about spies life is that you got to be anyone you want to be. Given that you have to keep that secret from your families and love one. And also your life is at stake. No problemo. Sure the big picture is you have to give up your life. But yeah, why not. We serve for our country. We died as a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, I'm not concurrently personified on how suave James Bond can be. I mean he got English accent. Man, I told you that is a big foul play. Like playing football without a goalkeeper. Then again, all spies has a good look, which I know I'm not gonna done so well even if I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well then again, I've these things called honesty. I know girls like honesty, big time! But hey, you know, tell me who doestn't lie in this world? I know I am as straight as an arrow. I am honest most of the time. But I'm a big fan of keeping secret and I am sure I am good at digging them also. Yeah, there is not so much secret about me. At all. Except from this blog, that I have no idea who ever read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, I purposely left the blog title as Kuntil Midon. Which who ever wanna pick a bone with me can google from that name and found this blog. I mean Kuntil Midon was not such a big secret for those who ever know me. And for all I know, as a spy, keeping stuff on the world wide web is a big no. Which also got me thinking why do some flick even bother to left all their information inside their laptop and never bother to turn it off and cut off the internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, if it was me, i'll do it old school. Papers and files. And tapes. Unless the hacker is also a thief, there is no way they can steal my information. So they can't never get a dirt on you. Because you know, emotion is such big failure for being a spy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Crap. Actually, the reason why I wrote these was to straighten up myself. So that I will start doing my FYP with a clear head tomorrow. But all I end up with is all this gibberish talk about being a spy. Boys will be boys. Hah, I wish that wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Be a man!" - Russell Peters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-9152097141478296255?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/9152097141478296255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/06/plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/9152097141478296255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/9152097141478296255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/06/plans.html' title='Plans.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1674143817986568539</id><published>2010-05-29T13:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:57:13.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Muda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejak aku lahir ke dunia, dari saat aku melepaskan genggaman tangan aku, aku sudah mula bersedia sahut cabaran dunia. Bibit audio pertama yang diluahkan, tapak tatih yang dilangkah, bukannya ciri seorang manusia yang gagal. Makan, tidur, makan, tidur sampailah aku mula punya keinginan sendiri. Tak langsung mencerminkan evolusi yang tak sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kenapa aku selalu tak bertenaga. Kenapa hati aku tak pernah tenang. Aku tak pernah gembira. Ketawa aku spastik. Nada 'haha' dari hujung bibir aku tak pernah sampai ke telinga sendiri. Tak kira berapa kuat aku ketawa, aku masih tak dengar bunyinya. Samar pun tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku tak faham. Apa aku lakukan selama ini ikhlas atau tidak. Tak kira apa pun. Aku tak rasa aku ikhlas. Plastik. Aku sentiasa ada niat tersembunyi. Orang tak tahu, aku penuh berahsia. Itu sebabnya aku pilih untuk tidak bersuara. Tak cukup ikhlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Penumbuk aku masih teruna. Dan aku harap dia akan terus teruna sampai hari aku berhenti bernafas. Aku tak dapat kawal marah aku. Bukan marah pada sesiapa, marah pada diri sendiri. Marah yang berselubung di jiwa buat aku tak kenal siapa aku sebenarnya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Berurusan dengan manusia lebih menyeramkan dari berurusan dengan hantu. Aku selalu persetankan ideologi orang lain. Mungkin kerana itu aku lahirnya rasa takut dalam hati. Walaupun jauh beribu batu aku lari, hati aku tetap tak tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Banyak benda nak dipersoalkan. Kenapa hujan turun? Kenapa burung dapat terbang? Kenapa Oksigen perlu untuk pembakaran lengkap? Kenapa Voltan berkadar songsang dengan rintangan? Kenapa perlu ada rasa cinta? Kenapa tidak boleh hidup berseorangan? Kenapa perlu bernafas? Aku lemas sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahukah kamu, dari struktur otak manusia saja kita boleh selesaikan pelbagai masalah di dunia? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artificial Neural Network&lt;/span&gt; contoh terdekat. Aku kagum. Lagi banyak aku tahu lagi banyak aku berfikir. Walaupun aku bukanlah dari bidang psikologi, cuma garapan sendiri dari ilmu kejuruteraan, cukup buat aku gementar. Tahukah kamu macamana nak tukar bateri kereta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku ingat aku ini &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simple minded&lt;/span&gt;, nampaknya aku hanya bermimpi di siang hari. Aku cuma bersembunyi tutup mata, tutup teling&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a. Kemas mana pun aku tutup, anak mata tetap melirik, gegendang tetap mencari frekuensi. Tapi apakan daya, tangan aku lumpuh. Tak, aku memang sengaja buat-buat lumpuh. Celaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignorance is Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;' kepala lutut abah kau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-1674143817986568539?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1674143817986568539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/05/muda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1674143817986568539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1674143817986568539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/05/muda.html' title='Muda.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-664628829621932951</id><published>2010-03-23T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T02:01:28.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Project #1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/S6ewYiYMi6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/9-L3cetr0r0/s1600-h/Ex32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/S6ewYiYMi6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/9-L3cetr0r0/s320/Ex32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451519809546914722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, gua dah berasap satu kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angin satu badan.&lt;br /&gt;Mata merah menyala.&lt;br /&gt;Payah betul nak research projek baru.&lt;br /&gt;Dari tadi gua smoke tak berhenti.&lt;br /&gt;Teraba-raba cari solution ideal.&lt;br /&gt;Paru-paru gua dah padat dengan nikotin.&lt;br /&gt;Gua dah mati akal.&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi idea yang gua ada?&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ni punya task tak complete lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Masak gua macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;Ni yang buat gua bara sama Pak Cik Einstein.&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/213680986501476363-664628829621932951?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/664628829621932951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/03/project-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/664628829621932951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/664628829621932951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/03/project-1.html' title='Project #1.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/S6ewYiYMi6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/9-L3cetr0r0/s72-c/Ex32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-958216814468346395</id><published>2010-03-22T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:26:05.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Cerita Member Gua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gua dah tak banyak cerita ceria sekarang. Jadi gua ingat gua nak cerita member gua punya cerita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dulu waktu aku pergi KFC sama member-member aku, adalah sorang member aku ni. Mamat lah kita kasi nama. Dia ni baru first time pergi makan dekat KFC rasanya. Jadi kita orang masing-masing beraturlah untuk order makanan. Yang si Mamat ni pula, dia asyik terkebil-kebil sambil mendongak kepala membaca menu. Bimbang macam mana nak order makanan dekat akak cashier tu nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kemudian bila tiba giliran Mamat, akak cashier tersebut terus menunjuk ke arah menu yang terpampang di atas kaunter sambil mengajukan soalan standard mereka kepada customer. Hati Mamat lega seketika kerana soalan akak cashier itu  tadi berbentuk objektif. Dia hanya perlu memilih salah satu daripada set yang tersedia. Dengan nada sedikit cemas Mamat berkata;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Set A..... satu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baiklah cik, satu set A. Cik nak yang original atau spicy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak semena-mena hatinya terasa sedikit tersentap dengan soalan akak cashier tersebut. Lantas dengan nada marah dia berkata;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ORIGINAL LAAA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terkebil-kebil akak cashier tersebut kerana volume suara Mamat tiba-tiba berubah amplitud. Tetapi sebagai seorang pekerja yang berdedikasi, dia tetap melayan permintaan costumernya dengan baik. Selepas selesai transaksi pembayaran, Mamat pun beredar ke meja makan dengan muka yang mencuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semasa makan di meja, Mamat terperasan yang rasa ayam KFC nya lain daripada selalu. Langsung ke laut rasanya. Dan struktur serta warna ayam juga berbeza dari member-membernya yang lain. Lantas dicubitnya ayam dipinggan membernya. Yang ini baru betul ayam KFC, bentak hati Mamat. Mamat jadi tak puas hati bercampur dengki. Dan Mamat pun terus memberontak buat kali kedua;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mana boleh macam ni! apa pasal ayam aku tak PEDAS??!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-958216814468346395?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/958216814468346395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/03/cerita-member-gua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/958216814468346395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/958216814468346395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/03/cerita-member-gua.html' title='Cerita Member Gua.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-2011887439673818744</id><published>2010-03-16T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T04:20:31.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Lesu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pukul 3.49 pagi. Gua baru sudah bedal nasi putih sama ikan kukus. Sekarang gua tengah smoke sambil menaip. Lain macam gua bergurau dengan perut gua hari ni. Ikan kukus bhai! Siapa berani tolak tepi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malam ni lesu-lesu otot lengan gua masih tak hilang lagi. Nak angkat segelas teh o panas pun gigil lagi. Ini semua punca dari Kecik yang ajak gua main Nintendo Wii semalam. Boleh tahan bersukan juga lah main Wii ni. Gua sebagai olahragawan amatur memang banyak menunjukkan sikap kesukanan yang tinggi dan sudahnya habis basah kuyup satu badan mandi peluh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak kepak tangan kebelakang pun pedih sekarang. Tak campur gua batuk-batuk lagi. Belen demam kura-kura minggu lepas. Gua dah cuba kurangkan hisap rokok. Tapi tak jadi juga. Gelisah dia lain macam. Macam orang putus cinta lah lebih kurang agaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari adalah dalam sepuluh biji gula-gula Hacks gua kunyah. Batuk gua tak hilang juga. Minggu sudah gua dah telan ubat batuk sebotol. Haram jadah tak lut langsung. Kebal sungguh virus batuk ni. Bila kena air cond saja mula lah gua nak berkohok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orang lain demam minta simpati dalam fesbuk. Banyak assignment sampai tak cukup tidur pun nak minta simpati dalam fesbuk juga. Yang banyak lagho tak baca buku esok nak kuiz pun nak tulis dalam fesbuk juga. Perangai macam karipap angin. Nampak enak di luar tapi rupanya cuma angin semata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua tak ada lah nak merungut banyak dalam fesbuk tu. Tak rokes langsung merungut-rungut. Nak merungut pun pergi lah lepak mapley order teh tarik segelas, lepas tu merungut lah kau sampai dua tiga jam. Tak ada mapley tu nak usha tajam pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagi satu gua ada perasan, orang kita juga lah. Wah, bukan main speaking london lagi dalam fesbuk. Sesama sendiri pun nak speaking london. Itu gua tak kisah lagi. Mungkin dia dah biasa cakap london sama family dia. Ni masalahnya yang gua kenal ni. Gua sendiri tau dia orang ni berterabur bila speaking london. Gua dengar pun gua gelak dalam hati, jaga hati member punya pasal. Tapi dalam fesbuk lu bukan main lagi speaking. Cakap Melayu sudah. Apa nak malu. Tak ada rupa orang bodoh punya kalau cakap Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Yang kurik itu kendi, Yang merah itu saga, Yang bak itu budi, Yang indah itu bahasa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-2011887439673818744?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/2011887439673818744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2011887439673818744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2011887439673818744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesu.html' title='Lesu.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1433671226685463148</id><published>2010-03-02T03:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T03:37:25.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>BPR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/S4wT7o1PT6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B1t8Zmx0pPg/s1600-h/Image168.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/S4wT7o1PT6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B1t8Zmx0pPg/s320/Image168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443747964878016418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jauh aku berlari&lt;br /&gt;Nafas tersekat-sekat&lt;br /&gt;bahana asap nikotina&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuba tak endah&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kuntum tetap mekar&lt;br /&gt;Nak dituju ilmu tak cukup&lt;br /&gt;Kencangnya hati&lt;br /&gt;Tak siapa yang tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa hati makin gelisah&lt;br /&gt;Gelisah itu menyakitkan&lt;br /&gt;Hilang pertimbangan&lt;br /&gt;Goyah akal fikiran&lt;br /&gt;Tercabar jiwa pahlawan&lt;br /&gt;Musuh seribu tak gentar&lt;br /&gt;Bunga sekuntum geletar&lt;br /&gt;Masih waras lagikah jiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana langkah patut disusun&lt;br /&gt;Ke kiri merah padam&lt;br /&gt;Ke kanan hitam legam&lt;br /&gt;Luruskah langkah diri&lt;br /&gt;Suka berpijak bumi fantasi&lt;br /&gt;semalaman mimpikan bulan&lt;br /&gt;terlupa diri pungguk di hutan&lt;br /&gt;Semua khalayan semata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepantas lintasan kelibat&lt;br /&gt;Pantas lagi mata melirik&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tenung matanya&lt;br /&gt;Kelak mabuk tak terpandu&lt;br /&gt;Makan tak kenyang&lt;br /&gt;Mandi tak basah&lt;br /&gt;Merokok tak berasap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana nak lupa&lt;br /&gt;Seribu tahun takkan mungkin&lt;br /&gt;Jika hati masih tak bulat&lt;br /&gt;Sakitnya terus begini&lt;br /&gt;Manisnya luka menghiris&lt;br /&gt;Pedih yang tidak berdarah&lt;br /&gt;Ibarat melakar langit&lt;br /&gt;Lakarannya cuma ilusi&lt;br /&gt;Melayangkan imiginasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kuntil Midon&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/213680986501476363-1433671226685463148?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1433671226685463148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/03/bpr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1433671226685463148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1433671226685463148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/03/bpr.html' title='BPR.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/S4wT7o1PT6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/B1t8Zmx0pPg/s72-c/Image168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-4873489581725198859</id><published>2010-03-01T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:49:08.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><title type='text'>Paku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam-macam jenis paku ada dalam dunia ni. Datang dalam pelbagai saiz dan rupa. Tetapi matlamat nya tetap satu, untuk dibenamkan. Sebagai seorang pemegang hammer amatur, aku berasa sangsi dengan segelintir paku yang susah untuk dibenam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Medium perlu dipaku untuk kekemasan dan keutuhan objektif yang dirangkul. Dalam situasi cemas untuk mengejar cita-cita, paku memang suka buat hal. Langsung tak boleh lebih kurang. Macam celaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kadang-kadang bila diketuk, dia menyenget ke kiri. Tak apalah, kita ketuk ke kanan pula. Terlebih ketuk, langsung condong ke kanan. Medium pakuan makin resah, hammer tak efisyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada pula paku yang langsung tak terbenam. Bukan paku lembut atau medium terlalu keras. Tapi kerana paku terlalu megah. Mentang-mentang harga sekilo RM10, hammer murahan kedai Dua Ringgit diperkotak katikan. Tak ada toleransi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada juga paku yang senang diketuk. Tapi lepas dua tiga hari, medium pakuan jadi resah gelisah. Tak senang duduk. Kena ganti paku baru kah? Kau jangan macam-macam. Aku beli kau sekilo RM5 dekat kedai Ah Seng. Pegang medium tu kuat-kuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Gua kucar-kacir." -Kuntil Midon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-4873489581725198859?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/4873489581725198859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/03/paku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4873489581725198859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4873489581725198859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/03/paku.html' title='Paku.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-9119600927123418154</id><published>2010-02-17T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:55:42.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedtime Stories'/><title type='text'>Sakit Perut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua lepak sama member lepas test itu hari. Lama tak lepak minum. Hari-hari pun duduk mengadap nota. Tak juga pandai. Gua dan member gua masing-masing tarik nafas lega. Satu azab dah lepas walaupun keputusannya langsung tidak memberansangkan. Leka bersembang kosong, tak sedar jam sudah masuk dua pagi. Masing-masing beransur dengan alasan sakit perut. Gua pun sama. Mula-mula rasa sakit dia sedang-sedang, dah masuk kereta baru rasa pulasan nya membara. Lantas gua pun terus perasan gua ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Takumi Fujiwara&lt;/span&gt;, raja bukit Akina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Tahun 1997.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau lu sendiri yang bawa kereta, lu boleh bajet tahap sesak lu macam mana. Apa jadi kalau lu naik bas sekolah? Gua ada satu prinsip yang gua tanam sejak dari bangku sekolah dulu. Gua tak akan melepas hajat di tandas awam, lagi-lagi tandas sekolah. Gua rasa bukan gua sorang saja ada prinsip begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loceng balik sekolah pagi berdering. Gua yang sentiasa efisyen soal balik memang dah kemas beg awal-awal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Route&lt;/span&gt; keluar sekolah gua pun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;. Biasalah orang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tactical&lt;/span&gt;. Sampai luar sekolah saja, perkara wajib yang mesti gua buat, beli ais pop asam boi. Lepas beli, gua keluarkan baju sambil minum ais pop tepi longkang. Baru nampak gengster depan budak-budak sekolah petang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas gua selesai kunyah asam boi, perut gua mula buat hal. Celaka, sakit perut masa rehat tadi datang balik. Kali ni lebih kronik dari yang sebelum. Segala ikhtihar gua yang gua tahu semua gua dah cuba. Pulas jari, tekan perut, jampi serapah yang member gua ajar, semua tak jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bas sekolah Uncle Rajnikan dah sampai. Kali ni gua tak dapat nak rebut tempat belakang, keadaan tak mengizinkan. Gua duduk depan sekali, kerusi sebelah pintu.  Hilang gengster gua hari ni. Gua pikir kalau gua lepas angin, suasana dia tak kritikal macam duduk belakang sebab ada ruang pengudaraan yang baik dari pintu bas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bas sekolah dulu taiko, mana main tutup-tutup pintu. Kalau jatuh gasak lu la. Tapi selalu budak sekolah menengah yang nampak gengster saja boleh diri depan pintu. Lagi-lagi kalau dia pandai bodek Uncle Rajnikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Azab kalau tahan sakit perut. Memang tak boleh gambarkan tapi lu sendiri mau ingat sakitnya macam mana. Sepanjang jalan gua buat kira-kira, satu stop berapa lama. Tiap kali Uncle berhenti nak kutip budak sekolah lain, gua jeling panas dekat budak-budak suruh naik cepat. Tapi gua rasa dia orang buat bodoh saja pasal ada lagi yang sempat patah balik beli aiskrim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muka gua pucat, bibir gua kering, perut gua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vibrate&lt;/span&gt; tak tentu hala. Dendam kesumat dah lama dipendam, akhirnya tiba jua gua di Danau Kota. Gua suruh Uncle drop gua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short-cut&lt;/span&gt;. Gua bilang gua ada krisis sama kucing gua. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Short-cut&lt;/span&gt; pun tak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short-cut&lt;/span&gt; mana, gua kena berlari sampai ke rumah. Jam dah gua tanggal masuk kocek, baju gua buka tinggal singlet macam pelarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sampai depan pagar rumah gua sepak angin kaki kiri. Melambung kasut sekolah gua kena dinding. Kemudian sepak kaki kanan dan terus cari kunci rumah dalam kasut. Sampai saja ke toilet, perasaannya sungguh cemerlang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Tahun 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pukul 2.15 pagi. Rekod pecut baru gua dari Bandar baru sampai Bandar lama. Pagar depan rumah tak berkunci. Sampai saja depan pintu grill rumah, gua seluk kocek. Impian gua musnah, gua tertinggal kunci rumah dalam bilik. Kepala gua tersandar di dinding sambil berbantalkan lengan. Gua dial nombor abah gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abah, kecemasan. Pintu berkunci."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Penantian satu penyiksaan, dalam kebuntuan sebuah kesampaian." - Febians, Penantian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-9119600927123418154?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/9119600927123418154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/02/sakit-perut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/9119600927123418154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/9119600927123418154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/02/sakit-perut.html' title='Sakit Perut.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-555256213438771359</id><published>2010-02-07T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:32:03.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Semester Enam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Masa gua mula-mula masuk MMU,&lt;br /&gt;Ramai orang suka bilang sama gua,&lt;br /&gt;semester hujung macam neraka,&lt;br /&gt;Gua senyum saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sampai 3 semester,&lt;br /&gt;Gua dah guling tikar,&lt;br /&gt;Dah terhantuk,&lt;br /&gt;Baru terngadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua masuk pula MFI,&lt;br /&gt;Hati gua cemas,&lt;br /&gt;tapi gua dapat skor,&lt;br /&gt;Gua senyum saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua rasa sini kacang,&lt;br /&gt;Tengok nota pejam mata,&lt;br /&gt;Pergi lecture pejam mata,&lt;br /&gt;Dua kali gua dapat anugerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester enam,&lt;br /&gt;Apa neraka?&lt;br /&gt;Minggu pertama janggal,&lt;br /&gt;Minggu dua berterabur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok minggu lima,&lt;br /&gt;Kerja bertingkat,&lt;br /&gt;Gua tak reti susun,&lt;br /&gt;Capai saja mana dapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua rasa gua dah lain,&lt;br /&gt;Gua lupa kawan,&lt;br /&gt;Gua penting diri,&lt;br /&gt;Gua bikin orang kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga tahun lamanya,&lt;br /&gt;Gua bina respek,&lt;br /&gt;Gua bina sahabat,&lt;br /&gt;Sampai masa gua guna semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua tak suka main catur,&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gua suka bercatur,&lt;br /&gt;Siapa nak gua susun,&lt;br /&gt;Gua pis raja yang lemah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi nak gua kata,&lt;br /&gt;Gua bukan genius,&lt;br /&gt;Gua tak dapat tolong,&lt;br /&gt;Gua minta maaf.&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/213680986501476363-555256213438771359?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/555256213438771359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/02/semester-enam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/555256213438771359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/555256213438771359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/02/semester-enam.html' title='Semester Enam.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3150161533059670971</id><published>2010-01-29T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:52:11.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Kucar Kacir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gua tengah serabut sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last minute&lt;/span&gt; baru nak cari &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supervisor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proposal&lt;/span&gt; pun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prepare&lt;/span&gt; lebih kurang.&lt;br /&gt;Mesti kena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; dulu, baru kena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reject&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gua dah mati kutu.&lt;br /&gt;Perut siapa gua nak sepak ni?&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/213680986501476363-3150161533059670971?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3150161533059670971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/01/kucar-kacir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3150161533059670971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3150161533059670971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/01/kucar-kacir.html' title='Kucar Kacir.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3644948734232316389</id><published>2010-01-29T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:55:56.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Tak Teratur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku kalau ada masalah ke, jatuh basikal ke, makan nasi ke, pekena teh ke, mimpi ke, semua aku tulis dekat sini. Dekat sini juga aku campak aura negatif yang ada supaya aku boleh kekalkan 'game face' aku. Aku kadang-kadang dapat rasa orang pandang aku macam tak ada masalah. Siapa yang tak pernah ada masalah. Semua orang ada. Semua orang pernah. Jatuh basikal, makan nasi, pekena teh, mimpi, semua orang mesti pernah punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku tak tahu lah. Hati sendiri pun aku tak tahu ini kan pula aku nak tahu hati orang lain. Ya, aku memang suka baca orang. Tapi tak selalu apa yang aku baca tu tepat. Aku yakin saja lebih. Buat apa pun semua aku yakin sekarang ni. Potong kereta aku yakin, bikin program aku yakin, reka litar aku yakin, jawab soalan dekat depan secara solo pun aku yakin, bidas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lecturer&lt;/span&gt; pun aku yakin, makin nasi lauk apa hari ni tak payah cerita lah aku punya yakin tahap mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yakin macam mana pun aku, masih ada satu benda lagi yang aku tak yakin. Benda ni juga buat pendirian aku goyah tiap kali. Memang bukan mudah untuk 'beginner'. Usia dah makin ditelan zaman pun masih 'beginner'. Budak sekarang darjah enam pun dah berani pilih &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;option&lt;/span&gt; 'veteran'. Macam celaka. Kalaulah aku boleh nampak sebarang signal untuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proceed&lt;/span&gt;, dah lama aku &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proceed&lt;/span&gt;. Masalah nya satu desibel desir pun aku tak dapat tangkap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jam pun dah pukul 4 pagi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proposal&lt;/span&gt; pun dari tadi aku tangguh. Esok nak kena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt;. Pejam mata la aku &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt; esok kalau macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Gua memang suka letop." - Kuntil Midon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-3644948734232316389?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3644948734232316389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/01/tak-teratur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3644948734232316389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3644948734232316389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/01/tak-teratur.html' title='Tak Teratur.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-33194795849398197</id><published>2010-01-23T01:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:42:23.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><title type='text'>Wind's Play Rewind (Bravado).</title><content type='html'>Human are fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I born as one, I certainly know how we operates. But I've been classified as a male in which has a different bravado than female. Nevertheless, my own bravado as a human male seems to act poorly after being associate with dreadful yet flattery feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which is unexpected, I failed gloriously. The wind chills down my spine. My respiration system became unstable. Eventhough I never lost my consciousness and not once in my life did I ever lose one, thus how I wish that I can just collapse for that moment. T'was it is not me who collapsed but my little friend, Mr Bravado. Thus I conclude myself to be intolerant for sweet lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weather was calm. As foretold by the big tree. T'was I tend to devour the silence. Though I am least expected for the incoming storm, I've decided to break the silence. For as much as I am willing to speak my word, though it seems a big acorn were struck down my throat. Unwilling to stop, I shamelessly misspelled my intention. So, it was not mine who own the silence but a group of Siren with their sovereign voices. Eventhough my dire attempt was became awful there was indeed a silver lining. I have earn a small recognition that could be smear by the heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eventhough the rain has badly stain my presence, I aim to launch an unforgettable moment by which I am yet to define my upcoming method. Honestly, the last method that I used was a total disaster since the plan were go by the seconds. It is not carefully planned and as I said earlier, I merely just want to test the wind's play. Regardless the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"How could this be done, by such a smiling sweetheart." - The Kooks, Naive.&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/213680986501476363-33194795849398197?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/33194795849398197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/01/winds-play-rewind-bravado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/33194795849398197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/33194795849398197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/01/winds-play-rewind-bravado.html' title='Wind&apos;s Play Rewind (Bravado).'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1332503146509349711</id><published>2010-01-20T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:47:45.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Records'/><title type='text'>Maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe is uncertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe is coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe is loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe is procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe is hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I am.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-1332503146509349711?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1332503146509349711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1332503146509349711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1332503146509349711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe.html' title='Maybe.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-5791411372557419594</id><published>2010-01-20T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:53:18.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Tiba-tiba Gua Rasa Nak Menaip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah lama juga gua tinggal blog gua. Gua kira ada la dekat sebulan. Pasal dalam sebulan ni gua memang tak ada masalah langsung dan kalau gua ada masalah pun gua settle kan dengan cara main game atau pun tidur. Ah, tadi gua rasa macam ada benda nak cerita. Sekarang tiba-tiba gua rasa blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh ya, cikgu gua itu hari ada bilang sama gua. blur tu maksud nya fuzzy. Fuzzy seperti dalam istilah 'Fuzzy Logic'. Cikgu gua memang hebat. Nampak gaya macam segala benda yang melibatkan Artificial Intelligence semua dia tahu. Tapi dia hebat macam mana pun memang tak boleh transfer dekat student dia kalau student dia sangat kurang pandai. Gua tak kata bodoh. Kurang pandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh ya, gua tak rename lagi title blog gua. Sekarang dah Chapter 6. Dan gua rasa gua dah ada tajuk sesuai untuk hidup gua semester ni. Cakap pula pasal semester ni, gua rasa semester yang paling gua gembira tapi paling tertekan. Yang mana gembira dan tertekan tersebut bercampur baur perasaan nya. Gua rasa gua suka tapi dalam masa yang sama gua rasa tak suka juga. Ah, pedulikan. Gua memang suka tak endah perasaaan gua. Gua tak suka benda rumit yang tiada jawapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semester ni, gua rasa nak push semua budak kelas gua, gua nak bikin kelas gua happening dan tak ada istilah berkabilah. Gua tak kisah nak photostat notes untuk dia orang. Gua tak kisah kena call cikgu suruh masuk kelas. Gua tak kisah lah nak berkorban apa saja demi budak kelas gua. Tapi kepada Pejal sama Kecik, BPR gua bukan budak kelas gua. Jadi dia bukan masalah gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lu orang pernah dengar, yang memberi adalah lebih baik daripada yang menerima? Itu ayat yang lu orang selalu dengar. Pada gua ayat dia ada lagi yang tertinggal. Ayat lengkap dia bunyi macam ni, yang memberi adalah lebih baik daripada yang menerima kerana yang memberi akan menerima lebih baik lagi. Gua pikir, dalam dunia ni, tak ada orang yang buat satu benda tu percuma. Saja-saja nak lepas angin. Mesti ada agenda tersembunyi. Sama macam gua juga, tapi apa yang gua harapkan adalah lebih kompleks daripada yang lu orang duga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak semestinya yang kita beri tu akan balas jasa kita, mungkin akan balas juga dengan cara lain. Satu contoh yang ketara, akhir semester lepas gua mula berkecimpungan dalam arena budak skema semangat. Gua tak nafikan jadi budak skema yang semangat memang bukan kerja mudah. Segala aspek dan strategi lu kena susun. Lu kena pandai cakap, lu kena pandai bagi orang terhutang budi sama lu, lu kena pandai mengurus, lu kena tepati janji, lu kena berkomunikasi dengan semua budak lu, lu kena kasi cikgu lu seronok, lu kena kasi cikgu lu kenal lu, banyak lagi lah, gua malas cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua bukan apa sebenarnya, benda yang paling gua tak gemar masa sekolah dulu, pegang pangkat. Selain dari jadi balaci cikgu lu, akhir tahun lu dapat sijil. Buat apa? Lu ingat sijil pengawas darjah enam lu boleh kasi lu duit beribu ke? Tapi satu malam tu buat gua semangat nak buat benda ni semua. Gua jadi hyper. Gua jadi gaban. Gua dapat rasa dia punya seronok handle manusia. Semua gua dapat tackle. Apa gua cakap semua setuju. Gua dah rasa macam menara propaganda. Gua buat semua ni supaya gua jadi alert dan juga sebagai persediaan bila gua dah kerja esok. Gua kena jadi tegas supaya orang tak berani nak pijak kepala gua. Kalau kata lah terkena sekali pun, gua harap gua tau macam mana nak elak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua ada banyak benda lagi nak tulis, tapi hati gua berat ke lain. Lain hari gua sambung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Tastes so good make a grown man cry." - Warrant, Cherry Pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-5791411372557419594?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/5791411372557419594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiba-tiba-gua-rasa-nak-menaip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5791411372557419594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5791411372557419594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiba-tiba-gua-rasa-nak-menaip.html' title='Tiba-tiba Gua Rasa Nak Menaip.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3677982987956276984</id><published>2009-12-12T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:02:54.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Haha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Elok sikit dah ropa ha, dah potong rambut. Kalau tak dulu rambut panjang dengan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cap&lt;/span&gt; nya dah macam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crook&lt;/span&gt;. Tau tak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crook&lt;/span&gt;?" - Abah gua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Komen ringkas dari abah gua lepas gua potong rambut. Gua diam saja. Gua tengok cermin. Macam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crook&lt;/span&gt; ke? Ada apa-apa kemungkinan yang gua ni ada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;criminal traits&lt;/span&gt; ke? Gua jadi keliru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baru-baru ada member sekolah lama gua upload gambar kelas dekat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Gambar 13 tahun lepas. Ramai juga lah yang gua jumpa balik. Muka masing-masing dah berubah. Adalah tertumpah sikit rupa lama. Gua cuba add member-member lama gua. Gua nak tegur, gua segan. Gua tunggu dia orang tegur pula memang lagi baik lagi gua tunggu bas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nampaknya taakulan gua selama ini dah jadi nyata. Gua suspek member-member lama gua semua takut tengok gambar gua. Nak tegur pun risau. Apakah? Gua redha saja. Dia orang tak kenal gua lagi barang kali. Kalau orang yang kenal gua, semua tak takut tegur gua. Bahan gua lagi ada. Betul lah kata orang tua, 'tak kenal maka tak cinta'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi tak semua yang tak kenal gua. Ada dua tiga kerat saja yang tegur gua pasal gua dah pernah jumpa sebelum ni. Member gua ada bilang dulu. Suruh gua tukar cara gua bertutur. Kasi kemas dan bersopan. Gua pun tak tahu macam mana nak tukar lagi pasal gua dah lama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expose&lt;/span&gt; dengan suasana haruk pikuk dunia. Lainlah kalau gua hidup dalam kelompok orang-orang yang berperangai sopan saja semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa macam nak lukis atas lantai pakai jari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"You're holding the rope and I'm taking the fall. 'Cause I'm a loser." - 3 Doors Down, Loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-3677982987956276984?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3677982987956276984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3677982987956276984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3677982987956276984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha.html' title='Haha...'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7766395995530059761</id><published>2009-12-09T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:04:34.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Tak Hatrick.</title><content type='html'>Nampak nya semester lepas ni, aku tak berjaya nak buat hatrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adat dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bola itu bulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ini macam roda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi nak dikata, terima sajalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau macamana sekali pun, aku tetap bersyukur. Sekurang-kurangnya tak ada C atau pun yang kena mengulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Begitu berharga kehidupan ini, bagi mereka yang tahu menghargai." - Shiela Majid, Hitam Putih Kehidupan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7766395995530059761?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7766395995530059761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/12/tak-hatrick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7766395995530059761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7766395995530059761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/12/tak-hatrick.html' title='Tak Hatrick.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-6896839522638458867</id><published>2009-12-07T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:13:30.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>What Day Is Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/Sx0Bcdk08aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BZYKmTOfalM/s1600-h/Image265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/Sx0Bcdk08aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BZYKmTOfalM/s320/Image265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412483915656262050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its been awhile since my last post. I was too preoccupied with my new long awaited desktop. The specs for this computer is average but quite satisfying if you ask me. Plus the graphic cards is awesome and the monitor is god-like (kata pejal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I come to agreed on that because at first I thought this monitor is too huge and it took me several days to adjust to its nature. I mean, when you used to surf internet.. take facebook for example. For a normal monitor the whole interface are from left to right and justified. But for a monitor this big, the whole interface just appear in the middle of the screen. There's lots of unused space for viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still in agony for trying to figure out on how to optimize the using of space for this monitor. I'm not much of a multitasker but it still doesn't feel right. As for the games I played, how should I say this, bloody awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eh, dah pukul 6?" - Kuntil Midon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-6896839522638458867?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/6896839522638458867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-day-is-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6896839522638458867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6896839522638458867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-day-is-today.html' title='What Day Is Today?'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/Sx0Bcdk08aI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BZYKmTOfalM/s72-c/Image265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7742457357938073243</id><published>2009-11-20T06:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:11:44.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Sleepy Sunrise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.20 AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still wide awake. Not a single thought in my brain that could make me going to sleep. But I believe if I put my head on the pillow, in just mere 5 seconds I can fall asleep. You know what, this is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh shit! Now I just remember. I've just missed the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyril Takayama&lt;/span&gt; magic show on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AXN&lt;/span&gt;. WTF! Oh no. I hope there's a rerun later on today. God, I'm waiting for that show since last week when I was pretty much busy with my exam papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, my road tax is officially dead. Need some money for renewal but the money are also for my new computer. Cool, I have money problem now. I know I should save up a little for the next year project but a computer is a must. A fast one. Engineer's software aren't getting any lighter these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, I aim to buy the computer this weekend. I hope so. If I happen not to jeopardize any of this house political issues I might just get one. And I plan to take some games from my friends. If there is any. Or else maybe I just have to download it by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talk about computer games. I haven't follow it since the year 2005. I hope the installation technology wasn't change any different from that day. Back in 2005, just right in time, I've learned to install games by using a virtual drive. I guess games nowadays are to be install in same way because the size of game today was gigantic. 16 gigabytes? That was too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.44 AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The skies already brighten up a bit. The temperature is cold. The air is fresh. You know, this time around human are more sensitive than ever. So I would to reflect on my past behavior toward others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realize that I've been a total jerk this year. A schmuck. I never care about other people feelings. What I want to say, I just say it. You know, sometimes it is good to say what we want to say. It is a way to express our feelings. But in some kind of twisted way, it is bad to just speak up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, guys are much likely to joke around but there is a limit for jokes. We talk harsh to others just to show our rough manly side but sometimes I know there is someone out there were hurt by my words. The truth is ugly. Because of it's ugliness, people most certainly don't want to hear it. I don't know. Maybe I just go with the flow and apologize if somehow I come to realize that I just hurt somebody feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.56 AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sky is clear now. I think I should go to bed. But first I need to do my morning prayer. It is kind of late already. I should change to a much better person as day goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning, Planet Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"All this 'Men are from Venus' crap is a waste of your time and money." - Mike Chadway, The Ugly Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7742457357938073243?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7742457357938073243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleepy-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7742457357938073243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7742457357938073243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleepy-sunrise.html' title='Sleepy Sunrise.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-6897231377368214327</id><published>2009-11-19T04:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:54:21.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Projek Akhir Tahun Depan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam celaka dia punya hebat. Setakat modal dua ringgit memang tak jalan. paling koman pun seribu ringgit dia punya ongkos. Macam haram. Masing-masing nak buat robot. Dalam masa gua kagum, gua juga terasa jaki yang amat sangat tengok projek dia orang. Idea basic gua boleh tangkap tapi isi dalam masih misteri bagi gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam-macam robot hebat ada tapi robot yang paling hebat ialah robot pengesan manusia dalam bangunan runtuh. Dia punya sebelah tayar saja gua dengar dah cecah RM1000. Tambah kucar kacir lagi tayar tu tak jual dekat Malaysia. Kena tempah dari oversea. Cilakak lu mat! Mana lu dapat idea nak buat robot tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua sekarang tengah mengatur Master Plan dalam kepala otak gua. Apa yang gua nak buat untuk projek gua. Sapa gua nak angkat jadi supervisor. Sapa gua nak contact untuk dapat supply barang. Buku mana guanak selak nak dapat info. Gua nak buat yang ada wayar atau wayar tiada. Kucar kacir otak gua. Mana mau cari idea untuk projek yang legend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagi gua dengar ada yang buat monitoring system guna SMS. ON pakai SMS, OFF pakai SMS, check status pakai SMS. Gua syak mesti dia implement 3310 dalam box dia. Wiring lebih kurang lepas tu jalan. Tapi yang gua misteri nya, mana hala signal dia guna nak hantar SMS dari box ke handphone? Apa dia coding balik ke program dalam 3310 dia? Misteri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagi ada yang buat Robot Arm. Gua nampak macam cikai saja. Kontrol pakai joystick, kepit bola, letak atas paip PVC. Tapi gua pernah dengar, yang kira-kira untuk pergerakan robot arm tu dewa punya panjang. Menitis air mata nak ulang balik kalau silap kira. Tu belum gua kira aspek dari sudut darjah kecondongan lagi. Walaupun gua tau ada filmstrip bentuk bulat untuk kira robot arm, tapi gua masih tak dapat bayang rupa betul dia macam mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh ya. Material dia orang pakai bukan nya cikai brader. Semua projek gua boleh kata dibentuk menarik. Macam keluar kilang. Tak ada cacat cela. Bukan cairkan plastic pakai solder tapi di acu betul-betul. Masak gua masak semester depan nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua setakat ni masih belum dapat komputer lagi. Nak buat research pun payah. Sudah pula tu, road tax kereta gua pula mati esok. Duit lagi bhai. Dunia ni asyik-asyik cerita pasal duit. Ada duit semua jalan. Tak ada duit kita jalan kaki. Cis, gua dah berazam, kali ni punya projek gua nak pulun habis habisan. Gerenti tak letop punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Gua ingat nak buat robot kucing warna biru yang takut tikus." - Kuntil Midon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-6897231377368214327?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/6897231377368214327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/projek-akhir-tahun-depan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6897231377368214327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6897231377368214327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/projek-akhir-tahun-depan.html' title='Projek Akhir Tahun Depan.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1962415053239849287</id><published>2009-11-18T06:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T05:21:56.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Records'/><title type='text'>Retired Salaryman Blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SwMje7LM8XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DMqohok65Pk/s1600/Image262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SwMje7LM8XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DMqohok65Pk/s320/Image262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405202991962452338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Problems knocking on my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sit I smile I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What to do How to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I start to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First is done come second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stand I swear I yell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What to do How to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm working it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second's done and never stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I flee I lie I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What to do How to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Struggle to make it done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I'm free like a bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I eat I sleep I ponder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What to do How to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't sit still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sit me down shut me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see I heard I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What to do How to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entertain my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk to me now I'm bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sigh I feel I chuckle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What to do How to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I've come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This I've tried and now refuse." - The Strokes, You Live Only Once.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-1962415053239849287?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1962415053239849287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/retired-salaryman-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1962415053239849287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1962415053239849287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/retired-salaryman-blues.html' title='Retired Salaryman Blues.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SwMje7LM8XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DMqohok65Pk/s72-c/Image262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-5216604695311450908</id><published>2009-11-18T04:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T06:04:40.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Penghabis Beras (Retired Salaryman Blues).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hai, nama saya Midon. Untuk selama sebulan lebih ini, saya akan menjadi seorang penghabis beras yang berjaya sama ada secara lisan atau pun perbuatan. Sila beri tunjuk ajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuti dah bhai. Gua angkat masa dua tiga hari juga nak adjust sifat pemalas gua. Sekali lagi gua mengalami krisis salaryman Jepun yang sudah pencen. Untuk ke berapa kali pun gua tak tahu, gua malas kira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Krisis begini terjadi bila lu dihujani dengan kerja untuk beberapa bulan dan lu ambil serius seratus peratus pada kerja lu. Dalam kepala lu sudah tidak ada benda lain selain kerja, kerja, kerja. Masa lu tengah syahdu dalam bilik air pun lu fikir masalah kerja. Dan bila mana sampai saat lu direhatkan, lu jadi kucar kacir, sesat, kosong. Lu akan rasa segar bila bangun pagi, main fesbuk dua tiga round dan kemudian lu akan rasa kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejak gua habis periksa tempoh hari, gua cuba planning untuk mengisi masa lapang gua. Gua planning nak beli komputer, gua planning nak belajar gitar, gua planning nak tulis blog dan lain-lain plan yang belum gua rangkul. Setakat ni, gua berjaya master beberapa chord gitar macam C, G dan E. Komputer pula, gua masih dalam proses melobi pihak atas untuk mendapat separuh bajet. Dan sekarang, baru gua ada selara nak tulis blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malam gua habis periksa, gua sama member pergi karaoke. Masing-masing all-out pecah suara bengang terpendam selama satu semester. Dalam keriuhan rokes-rokes semua mensumbangkan lagu tempatan, gua pula bawa lagu Spring, kita ditakdirkan jatuh cinta. Saja test power. Ada alun juga lah gua nyanyi lagu slow rupanya. Haha. Gua tak nyanyi lagu inggeris hari tu, pasal lidah gua melayu gua asyik terlipat bila gua cakap inggeris sekarang ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esoknya malamnya gua ronda Putrajaya. Dah nak dekat dua tahun lebih gua menetap di Bangi, itu baru pertama kali gua sampai bandar Putrajaya. Kagum juga gua dengan rekaan artkitek untuk Putrajaya. Artistik Futuristik. Member gua ada cerita dia sesat sampai Putrajaya naik motor. Masa sampai Putrajaya, dia bilang rasa tak padan naik motor masuk Putrajaya. Rasa macam orang hulu. Gua yang masa tu bawa kereta gua sendiri pun rasa tak padan, ini kan pula naik motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari Ahad, lepas sorang sorang member gua pulang ke kampung. Gua dah mula rasakan Bangi ni makin sunyi. Dengan baki-baki member yang ada, gua cuba juga penuhkan jadual melepak gua. Siang tadi ada sesi persembahan budak-budak FYP semester terakhir. Seperti yang gua sangka, bunga angkasa gua juga ada. Tapi gua dah ambil keputusan untuk lupakan dia. Gua pun dah terang-terang letop saja lebih. Baik gua lupakan saja niat gua nak mengejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebagai seorang Penghabis Beras berjaya, keluar rumah waktu pagi memang langsung tak ada dalam kamus hidup gua buat masa ini. Gua datang waktu orang tengah sibuk makan tengah hari. Semua budak pun dah malas nak berdemonstrasi. Gua pula segan nak minta. Ah, bukan gempak sangat lu orang buat. Lu tengok gua punya FYP esok, kali ni memang gua tak letop, mustahil gua boleh gua letop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi kalau nak difikirkan sejarah demonstrasi gua, semuanya tak licin. Last minit mesti ada kacau bilau sana sini. Celaka. Planning A, Result C. Gua ingat, cuti ni gua nak muhasabah diri gua kenapa projek gua tak pernah menjadi. Mana silap gua sebenarnya. Kalau dari segi nak manage teammate gua memang tak ada hal. Semua budak gua dah masak perangai. Gua tau macamana nak tackle suruh buat kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua ingat pasal gua pernah dapat dekan, member gua yang lain taruh harapan tinggi sama gua. Kali ini, gua ingat gua nak sound member gua awal untuk sama-sama pecah kepala fikirkan solution. Gua perasan gua ni suka spoil teammate gua. Gua suka kasi tugas remeh sama diorang. Tugas macam typing tedious codes, buat report, pasang wayar, solder board. Semua kerja remeh yang teknikal. Gua cuma buat diagram skematik dan coding yang berselirat saja. Kerja berat mereka semua gua pantau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua rasa gua silap dekat situ. Gua gagal sebagai seorang Mastermind. Gua ingat kali ni, gua nak libatkan sekali teammate gua dalam hal-hal yang sukar. Gua takkan terima ayat 'tak tahu' lepas ni. Sebabnya pasal bila benda troubleshoot, gua seorang saja kucar kacir cari solution. Teammate gua yang tak tahu menahu cuma tunggu arahan gua saja. Tak boleh jadi, kali ni gua dah plan. Semester depan gua nak kasi basuh sama teammate gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduyai, dah cuti pun kepala gua fikir pasal kerja juga. Gua dah cecah limit gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Jangan ngoma mengikut nafsu, Kolak merano menyosa tersekso badan." - Hattan, Biso Bonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:-1;"&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/213680986501476363-5216604695311450908?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/5216604695311450908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/penghabis-beras-retired-salaryman-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5216604695311450908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5216604695311450908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/penghabis-beras-retired-salaryman-blues.html' title='Penghabis Beras (Retired Salaryman Blues).'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1328217025104783818</id><published>2009-11-11T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:44:25.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Cheerio Chapter Five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few more days before the end of this chapter and I sure think the caption for this chapter look a little bit cliche than the others. I was in agony for the entire semester thinking about it. But I couldn't change something I have already decided not to change. Now I seems to regret for not keeping track of all the chapter's title since I started writing blogs. Well, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am currently in the middle of the midst of examination. One more bloody paper to go. And two more for student's life chapter. Three more chapter before graduation and many more to come. I dare to say that nothing much has change since I left the first book. But I am positively sure that my future has change slightly. There is much more shades of light that I can see now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, this will be the almost ending of chapter five, and three more chapter before I officially ended this second book. Right after graduation I will start a new book. I am pretty sure my mind set will be different by then. And there is a lot of conflict going on. There must be some sort of blackmail or whatsoever. I certainly  will laugh my ass of as I read my past chapter as a student. Fighting over assignment? Classmates being an ass for not giving info? Lecturers with 1001 of problems? Malfunctioning training board? The top brass being a cheapskate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides all of that, there's a single most annoying things that I've yet to taste. I never mention any of it in the first book but it looks like the second one was pretty much flooded with it. When you've seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(500) days of summer&lt;/span&gt; you will understand. My whole stories was pretty much like the first 20 days for about 600 days of my time as I am really not much of a dancer who suddenly dancing with the crowd and there was no animated bird either. There was never a cyan feelings and now she's gone for good. What would become my ultimate drive for the next two semester? Nothing and I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I definitely know there's only two blokes in this world will be frustrated when they heard about this but I know and they know that there was never a single shed of hope for that one. Thanks for being supportive anyway. I'm such a good story teller wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next year, chapter six. Minus with the false love story, I guess there will more conflict than ever as FYP begin to start. And I heard it was ugly than the other student's conflict. A lot of argument and bitter face will be seen. I manage to handle it these past year, and I hope I can do it once again. As for this semester, there has been a conflict between my classmate and I had to be the middleman. But luckily they solve it themselves. What a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I really need to concentrate on my last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"No one ever said it would be this hard. Oh take me back to the start." - Coldplay, Scientist.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-1328217025104783818?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1328217025104783818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheerio-chapter-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1328217025104783818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1328217025104783818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheerio-chapter-5.html' title='Cheerio Chapter Five.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-5204326422060936477</id><published>2009-11-05T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:30:50.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Seronok Baca Nota.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malam semalam, gua sama member buat sedikit diskusi ilmiah sambil disaring cerita hindustan di saluran Zee. Amitha Bachan bai. Siap ada Rajnikan lagi. Sambil gua mengajar member gua ilmu garis lurus, sambil jeling cerita hindustan. Layan punya layan buat kerja, perut gua bikin satu lagu syahdu. Keroncong rasa jiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tanpa berlengah, gua mempelawa member gua pekena teh tarik sama mee goreng di mamak. Seorang pun tak menolak. Selesai melayan nafsu perut, gua mengucap sayonara sama member gua. Gua mahu menyambung pelajaran di rumah gua sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sampai di rumah, gua setting barang tulis sama nota gua atas katil. Gua salin kain pelikat dan basuh muka serta teguk air sejuk secawan dua. Gua landing atas katil. Posisi terbaik dan selesa. Gua selak nota. Baca lebih kurang, gua selak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua rasa malam ini adalah antara malam yang paling efektif bagi gua. Layan sungguh gua menterjemah bahasa inggeris kepada bahasa ibunda. Baca punya baca, tiba-tiba gua dengar bunyi henset gua. Gua buka mata luas-luas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celaka! Gua mimpi study rupanya. Macam haram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Jika mimpi dihapuskan, hancurlah lagu." - Innuendo, Nanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-5204326422060936477?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/5204326422060936477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/seronok-baca-nota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5204326422060936477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5204326422060936477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/seronok-baca-nota.html' title='Seronok Baca Nota.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-5493105765840210747</id><published>2009-11-05T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:03:39.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Teori Ke Bulan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pen dipusing, Pensel dipetik. Setiap bait perkataan dibaca makin kabur. Fikiran yang fokus bagai pakar motivasi makin melayang macam penagih Glasgow. Kepala makin kucar-kacir mencari yang mana satu X yang mana satu Y. Sudahnya iklan aiskrim kungfu di peti televisyen yang jadi persoalan. Tak boleh jadi, mana boleh jadi. Tarikh keramat makin tiba. Minda masih di takuk lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak overhaul minda? Kalau hati sudah keras macam batu, 10 hari 10 malam belum tentu lembut macam kapas. Sudah keras, hitam pula. Mana nak lari? Jarum masa bukan main cemburu, buat otak jadi tepu. Sempat lagikah hendak mempersoalkan logik semesta? Manusia tidak semudah itu menerima logik yang bias. Macam mana benci manusia sama graviti, macam itu lah juga mereka kena terima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marahkan kertas, cendol dihirup. Bukan cendol biasa tapi cendol jagung. Disaring sama keropok lekor, nafsu langsung lena dibuai mimpi. Sedap macam mana pun cendol, akhirnya habis juga. Formula litar masih berterabur. Skema kehidupan menentu segala. Mata yang berat jangan ditentang, bantal yang empuk jangan ditolak. Karang nanti berdengkur deras mesin basuh, jangan salahkan dunia ini tidak adil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Malam Planet Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Berpegang pada hakikat, waktu yang bakal menjawab." - Visa, Dalam Gerimis.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-5493105765840210747?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/5493105765840210747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/teori-ke-bulan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5493105765840210747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5493105765840210747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/11/teori-ke-bulan.html' title='Teori Ke Bulan.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7148683099499858872</id><published>2009-10-27T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:16:22.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Terkesima Melangit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mana nak tuju ni? Makin hari makin tersasar. Kejap belok kiri, kejap belok kanan. Apa hal? Kadang-kadang tarik gear gostan tersenyum sendiri. Kenapa perlu gostan lagi? Cukup lah dengan melankolik gostan tu. Setiap inci sudah tersemat di dada. Masaknya belum sudah berangan musim menuai. Apakah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mana tak beloknya. Hari ni agenda lain, esok dirasuk propaganda berbeza. Kucar kacir jadinya. Lupakah? Takkan sampai kena mencarut pada cermin baru sedar. Silau karang. Berbahas sendiri, biarkan mereka mengata. Persetankan. Apa nak dicara, mereka tak terlibat secara langsung mahu pun secara ulangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terduduk juga tiba-tiba. Terkesima melangit. Apa yang dikejar sebenarnya? Cukup longgarkah urat nak mengejar benda yang tak pasti? Jangankan tegang di tengah jalan, tersungkur sepak batu belum lagi dikira. Apa pun, berlari tetap berlari. Sudah penat berlari, berjalan pula ambil angin. Jangan merangkak! Konfiden mesti ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila mentari terjaga nanti, jangan lupa sikat rambut cukur janggut. Tampar manja pipi kiri kanan. Sedar sikit. Siapa kau. Raja mana? Raja Kapoor? Bukan raja mana, tapi raja diri. Duduk bermegah, jalan melangit. Mereka tak peduli, biar sendiri yang ambil peduli. Moga dapat berjalan empuk di atas kepulan awan yang selesa kelak. Kaki jangan menggigil, awan jangan bersepah. Baru terpancar sinar Laksamana Melayu sejati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Menjadi raksa, mengisi belikat punggungku." - M. Nasir, Mentera Semerah Padi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7148683099499858872?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7148683099499858872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/terkesima-melangit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7148683099499858872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7148683099499858872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/terkesima-melangit.html' title='Terkesima Melangit.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-8174028936116070143</id><published>2009-10-26T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:25:26.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Obnoxious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It really does make me wonder. Why does everyone desperately seeks for perfection? And in the end they would rather not said what they really seek was indeed a bloody perfection. Talking about love, it is very subjective. So subtle you can't make up any good answer. So whats with perfection? When nothing is perfect then you insist me on trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't bullshit me my dear. If I'm so naive, so what does that make you? The one who insist for a deniable perfection. We are human on earth, whether we realize it or not, were really hardly keep trying everyday. But I'm a realist. I wouldn't go for it if I'm sure it won't work. Oh dear, am I living in my comfort zone so that I should be left alone. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really hate these so called 'Alice'. Whining to every single dissatisfaction but wouldn't accept any people suggestion. She is right, she is absolute, she is a fucking genius. What is wrong with these people? They really can't accept the naked truth. Too much of fairy tales I guess. Finally the princess win and live happily ever after. Does she really think that was a happy ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not trying to be negative. But try to accept the truth. Your demand is too high it made my eyes went blind. And I rather will not stand by your words, so I interfere. Finally I did lost for words cause she a fucking genius with a tongue of a snake. Every single words kept piercing right into me. Before I become an uncivilized asshole, I raised my white flag. Maybe I will bother you again in your next whining. Be prepare, I will take no prisoner this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fool didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey." - Silverchair, The Man That Knew Too Much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/213680986501476363-8174028936116070143?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/8174028936116070143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/obnoxious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/8174028936116070143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/8174028936116070143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/obnoxious.html' title='Obnoxious.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-94168359302092980</id><published>2009-10-20T03:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:13:31.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><title type='text'>Blues O' Mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/StzITT-Jb0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/H7sdDO2Ahy0/s1600-h/Image109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/StzITT-Jb0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/H7sdDO2Ahy0/s320/Image109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394406687787020098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my greatest trouble of all,&lt;br /&gt;An unknown realm I've discovered,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in between a smile,&lt;br /&gt;I'm stutter lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;My heart suddenly dance,&lt;br /&gt;For every single rhythm,&lt;br /&gt;Beat of your silent sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along my beautiful view,&lt;br /&gt;For the step you made,&lt;br /&gt;So gracefully left behind,&lt;br /&gt;These linger images of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear deep inside me,&lt;br /&gt;My unspoken heavy words,&lt;br /&gt;It's never easy even you're here,&lt;br /&gt;Sat dearly by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I made a fool of myself,&lt;br /&gt;For letting you slip by my side,&lt;br /&gt;These unreached feelings are still,&lt;br /&gt;Floating so closed to me,&lt;br /&gt;So good I can almost taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn." - Natalie Imbruglia, Torn.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-94168359302092980?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/94168359302092980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/blues-o-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/94168359302092980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/94168359302092980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/blues-o-mine.html' title='Blues O&apos; Mine.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/StzITT-Jb0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/H7sdDO2Ahy0/s72-c/Image109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3671620807597011101</id><published>2009-10-13T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:44:52.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedtime Stories'/><title type='text'>Misteri Kotak Ajaib.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amaran: Kalau tak ada basic engineering jangan baca. Bahaya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dekat lab PLC (Programmable Logic Controller) gua, ada sebuah kotak yang cukup misteri. Nama kotak ni adalah 'Magic Box'. Menurut lecturer gua, kotak ni mampu menukar arus elektrik kepada bait-bait digital dengan bantuan PLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Satu hari, gua sama teammate gua nak try setup analog input guna magic box. Gua selak-selak kitab buruk gua dan tunjuk cara-cara sambungan kepada teammate gua. Teammate gua pun pasang seperti gambar rajah yang gua conteng pada kitab gua. Tiba-tiba teammate gua kompelin. Katanya tombol magic box tak berfungsi. Habis pulas pun meter dia tak naik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua rasa pelik. Tempoh hari masa lecturer gua buat demo jadi saja. Apa gua salah lukis ladder ke? ('Ladder Diagram' pula merupakan circuit diagram yang dilukis di komputer dan mampu membaca semua gerak geri PLC). Gua mula gusar. Tarikh dateline hampir tiba. Projek gua tak siap-siap juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Petua orang tua-tua, kalau peti tv gambar rosak, ketuk-ketuk sikit tepi dia nanti elok lah. Petua ni nyata mujarab sama monitor CRT gua dan gua guna cara yang sama juga pada magic box tersebut. Gua berdehem dan ketuk lebih kurang. Sekali lagi gua cuba pulas tombol dia. Meter dia tak naik juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua cabut semua wayar dan gua belek-belek magic box tu. Macam orait saja magic box ni. Gua cuba goncang. Ada bunyi biji-biji. Ni mesti ada resistor ke, kapasitor ke yg tercabut ni. Gua bilang sama teammate gua, gua tak sedap hati tengok magic box ni. Gua suruh diorang tukar lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas tukar lain, teammate gua sambung balik macam tadi. Tak jalan juga. Gua naik hairan. Kemudian gua mengambil keputusan untuk memeriksa sambungan pada PLC yang teammate gua bikin. Semua betul, semua macam dalam gambar. Untuk mengelak malu, gua curi-curi tengok suis utama pada meja. Lampu menyala, nasib baik. Check punya check, akhirnya misteri terbongkar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Aduyai... Kau salah sambung lah ni. Orang sambung kat 24DC bukan 24AC! Patut ah tak jalan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Hahaha... Mana aku nak tau... dah kau tulis sambung dekat 24 je kat dalam buku tu...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"So I look in your direction, but you pay me no attention, do you?" -Coldplay, Shiver.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-3671620807597011101?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3671620807597011101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/misteri-kotak-ajaib.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3671620807597011101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3671620807597011101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/misteri-kotak-ajaib.html' title='Misteri Kotak Ajaib.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3739041899341204622</id><published>2009-10-13T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:52:17.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Ongkos Minyak Darab Dua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/StNscUf-teI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pMQNEFvbjto/s1600-h/Image116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/StNscUf-teI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pMQNEFvbjto/s320/Image116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391772412687594978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gua ingat gua nak cipta enjin pakai air sirap lepas grad nanti.&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/213680986501476363-3739041899341204622?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3739041899341204622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/ongkos-minyak-darab-dua.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3739041899341204622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3739041899341204622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/ongkos-minyak-darab-dua.html' title='Ongkos Minyak Darab Dua.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/StNscUf-teI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pMQNEFvbjto/s72-c/Image116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-8540138350103508158</id><published>2009-10-05T02:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T03:30:55.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Bloody Arsesignment.</title><content type='html'>It is already a few weeks before finals. This remaining weeks is full of assignments and projects. My procrastination habit was still part of me. And she still out of my sight. I guess I should keep my options open since maybe she wasn't meant for me. Instead of waiting for her, I might as well wait for bus, at least they arrive as they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to my classmate of open house at Gombak. KL huh, there never once in my lifetime the road to KL wasn't busy as hell. It took me almost one hour an a half to reach there. The traffic was congested so was my lung. Countless smoke. The journey yesterday seriously testing my ability to use brakes. And thanks to that I realized that I need to change my brake pad as the sound of screeching becoming more unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SsjsqclktGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1VHf9oqNgzQ/s1600-h/Image099.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SsjsqclktGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1VHf9oqNgzQ/s320/Image099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388817168121246818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you know what the hell is this? This is what us (engineer) called PLC. True engineer's stuff. Involving with countless port and countless wire. And tons of instructions list need to be implement. One of my project was involve with this shit. I have no idea how invented it and was too lazy to Google for it. Ignorant is bliss. Who knows that maybe my great gramps invented this. It might cause an uproar in the family because we didn't inherit any single penny from his richness. Haha. As this machine evolve, many dudes try to come up with variety set of cartridge just to make your life as a student more miserable. Well, its not like I need to memorize all the cartridge function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing is, my computer sucks! I had a hard time trying to install program in this computer. And eventually I end up using my friends or the lab's computer. You know, if the price of an item, an important item is above one thousand, I never got to use them first hand. Like the car and the computer. Not to whine but at least I'm lucky to have those. And when you used to a slow computer, you will once develop a lag symptoms. When you use a much faster computer, the rate of mouse clicking was abnormal. I mean when you click an icon, you tend to wait for a few second even when the program was already load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm miserable. Even when I'm content, I'm miserable. Or even when I ate rice, I'm miserable too. My life was unorganized. The proof was my notebook. Not the fucking laptop you nerd freak! The actual notebook. Minus the arts, I stuff every subject I learn in that one single notebook. I even reused it for next semester if there is more that half pages being left unused. My hair is miserable too. Even a hair salon failed to solve my hair mystery. My attire, my clothes. Even when I'm wearing an expensive wrist watch and use an expensive wallet plus drive a sedan car, I still look like a hobo and everything around me looks extremely cheap. I once told my friend the cost of my watch was RM80. They instantly believe it. Well, RM80 is a reasonable price for a wrist watch. I know I still got the kicks to cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/Ssj0V8MY9cI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7glg_451VQE/s1600-h/Image104.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/Ssj0V8MY9cI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7glg_451VQE/s320/Image104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388825611921323458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the watch that I mistakenly broke last month. And I used it about two week before I bought a new one. In those two week period, countless people have been asking about the watch. And I guess some people did wonder what is wrong with me by wearing a broken watch. I know because when they're staring at me, there are staring hard. Huh, people really can't deal with weirdness, that is why alien do exist. And that is why I once want to become an MIB's agent.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. I, lets kick some alien ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse, chop another line like a coda with a curse." - Third Eye Blind, Semi-Charmed Life.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-8540138350103508158?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/8540138350103508158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/bloody-arsesignment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/8540138350103508158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/8540138350103508158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/bloody-arsesignment.html' title='Bloody Arsesignment.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SsjsqclktGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1VHf9oqNgzQ/s72-c/Image099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-806255206695233298</id><published>2009-10-03T05:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T07:18:40.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Decayed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This very significant day is just like any other day except it was branded as mine by my folks. And I'm quite content about it. But since when I started to see logic in life, I begin to wonder, shouldn't these very day belong to our mother who suffered the most hardship to bring us to this world? And partly belongs to our dad for worrying like a mad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm.. What have I accomplished so far? None. I will not say it is too late but nothing is too early these days. I am still up for the chase. It is like chasing something mythical which is maybe someday will come to exist. But there is one chasing mission that I failed miserably this year and I think that will never ever happen. And so I thought maybe the subject put an invisible cloak which made the subject hard to detect these days. Nevermind that, I am a man of my word. I will never chicken out when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, this year certainly is a bit different. I'm not used to so many wishes from others but suddenly I got a few. Well not a lot but at least people do take notice of me for something I had done in the past. And that is what technology is for. Instead of gifts, wishes is good enough for me. I am dude, all my good friends are dude, so just keep things simple. Haha. But I still feel a wee bit unhappy. I got my family, and I got a lot of good friends but I still don't have a special one. Well, I will not judge myself for being picky. You lot should have known that I would choose the best for myself for my faith is too expensive for today modern age. Hey, I carried out this legacy, and I know better than anyone. The only problem is to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know 7 more years until the D-day is quite a long time. Given by 5 years of freedom to choose on the ocean. And enough about that. I probably should focus on my study first. I mean my assignment to be exact. There is no such thing as I care for my studies. We all learn in school just for the sake of society that needs a piece of embossed paper as an approval for our sanity. So, as for today I'm polish my goals. I will continue to chase for her and at the same time I will not abandon my future and I will change my habits when the time comes. For now I am what I am and I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is still my season of freedom. I can dress however I want. I can do whatever I want. I can go wherever I want. I can sleep whenever I want. And I can praise or loathe whoever I want before I need to put a huge barrier for the sake of my love. It is a bit clingy but that is how the commitment should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Excuse me while I tend to how I feel." - Metallica, Hero of The Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-806255206695233298?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/806255206695233298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/decayed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/806255206695233298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/806255206695233298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/10/decayed.html' title='Decayed.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7412993684234913937</id><published>2009-09-28T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:45:04.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SsDGpTyhqkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/x50oYiL5vhs/s1600-h/51VnawN%2BDTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SsDGpTyhqkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/x50oYiL5vhs/s320/51VnawN%2BDTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386523567324244546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku belek-belek playlist aku. Aku jumpa lagu B'z. Tajuk Beautiful Life. Try pasang seround. Dah pasang seround set infinite loop pula. Dengar sampai puas hati. Sambil-sambil dengar tu, aku teringat zaman aku sekolah dulu. Drama Beautiful Life ni, drama jepun yang first aku tengok. Nak tengok drama ni punya pasal, aku sanggup bangun pukul 12 malam. Masa tu kalau tak silap aku drama ni tayang dekat ntv7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebab ni first drama aku tengok. Maka ending nya masih belum boleh dikira stereotype. Dulu masa aku tengok episod last, malam tu terus tak boleh tidur. Frust habis dengan ending dia. Tapi kemudian bila aku tengok balik masa aku dekat MMU, baru aku faham rupanya apa yang drama ni nak cuba sampaikan. Lepas habis marathon drama ni,  terus menung hisap rokok sambil pandang langit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau orang tanya apa cita-cita aku, jawapan standard nak puaskan hati orang adalah 'engineer'. Tapi sebenarnya cita-cita aku bermusim. Lepas tengok drama ni dulu, aku terus rasa nak jadi 'hair stylist' atau dengan bahasa mudahnya, tukang gunting rambut. Bunyi macam maple gunting rambut pula. Selain daripada berniat nak jumpa makwe cute berkerusi roda, aku sebenarnya tertarik dengan gaya rekaan rambut yang dia orang reka. Berseni habis. Pernahlah juga aku cuba sketch bentuk rambut dulu. Tapi jenis rambut paling susah nak reka ialah rambut lelaki macho. Rambut perempuan senang, ada sentuhan listrik sikit dah jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Satu benda lagi yang aku minat dalam cerita ni, motor Takuya. Motor Yamaha jenis apa aku pun tak ingat tapi sejak tu aku minat motor gaya macam tu. Nak cerita tak reti tapi kalau nampak aku tau lah aku suka. Aku ingat nanti kalau ada rezeki aku nak angkat motor jenis tu juga. Kalau dapat yang dah barai pun aku tak kisah. Boleh aku belajar bikin motor kasi elok. Salah satu dari golden dream aku juga tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku ni kadang-kadang agak peka juga dengan struktur ayat. Lagi-lagi masa tengok cerita. Aku dapat tangkap mana ayat-ayat menarik yang sesuai di buat quotation. Orang lain tengok sekali lalu mungkin tak rasa apa. Tapi aku dapat rasa penulis skrip tu puas dengan ayat yang dia reka. Ayat yang aku ingat masa Takuya cakap pada makwe tu bunyinya lebih kurang macam ni;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa agaknya rupa langit dari kerusi roda awak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas cakap dia terus cangkung dan tengok langit sama makwe tersebut. Terbaik. Pendek dan artistik. Kalau nak kira dari psychologicalnya pula, orang kurang upaya selalunya tak suka pada simpati, tapi konteks ayat dia penuh direct, tak pura-pura dan dalam masa yang sama cuba nak mengenali hati makwe tersebut dengan lebih mendalam. Ades, gua start jiwang pula. Nampak sangat lama tak karok. Apa-apa pun drama ni memang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"kimi no kimochi shiru made" - B'z, Beautiful Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto dikopi dari &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beautiful-Life-Japanese-Drama-DVD/dp/B000R3DIY0"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7412993684234913937?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7412993684234913937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7412993684234913937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7412993684234913937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-life.html' title='Beautiful Life.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SsDGpTyhqkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/x50oYiL5vhs/s72-c/51VnawN%2BDTL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-260104087217984208</id><published>2009-09-27T01:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:16:13.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><title type='text'>Pantomime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babak Satu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orang ramai bersila atas lantai. Macam ada kenduri. Aku rasa panas badan. Tak selesa. Aku lari ke depan pintu ambil angin. Nyaman betul angin malam. Dia datang duduk di sebelah. Aku pandang dia. Aku ambil kaca matanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babak Dua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku sedang pandu kereta. Tapi bukan kereta aku. Sterengnya tak cukup 'season'. Dia ada di sebelah. Aku rasa seperti nak ke kedai dobi. Aku pandang dia. Dia senyum saja. Aku 'tap' bingkai kaca matanya dengan ibu jari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babak Tiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keliling aku seperti kawasan sekolah. Menengah atau rendah aku tak pasti. Tapi bukan tadika. Aku nampak dia datang dari jauh. Berbaju kurung, bertag nama hitam dan berkaca mata. Aku cuba eja nama di tag namanya dari jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I drew a line for you." - Coldplay, Yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-260104087217984208?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/260104087217984208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/pantomime.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/260104087217984208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/260104087217984208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/pantomime.html' title='Pantomime.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-6554908877462386306</id><published>2009-09-19T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:52:26.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Ketupat, Lemang dan Nasi Himpit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dengan ini aku ingin mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya kepada sesiapa saja yang selalu singgah di sini. Aku ingin menyusun sepuluh jari memohon maaf jika selama aku menulis ini aku ada terkasar bahasa atau membuatkan kamu terasa hati, aku minta maaf. Semoga bergembiralah di hari raya ini dan jangan lupa belasah semua makanan-makanan raya yang wajib dimakan esok hari. Tunggu raya kedua memang silap besar. Sekian, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Batin.&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/213680986501476363-6554908877462386306?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/6554908877462386306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/ketupat-lemang-dan-nasi-himpit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6554908877462386306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6554908877462386306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/ketupat-lemang-dan-nasi-himpit.html' title='Ketupat, Lemang dan Nasi Himpit.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7274430404862660341</id><published>2009-09-18T06:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:03:25.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Records'/><title type='text'>Palat.</title><content type='html'>Tiba masa datang angin rajin,&lt;br /&gt;masa tu lah ada dinding penghalang,&lt;br /&gt;masa tu lah ada manusia pemalas,&lt;br /&gt;masa tu lah ada si perasan bagus,&lt;br /&gt;masa tu lah ada katil syaitan,&lt;br /&gt;masa tu lah ada rasa sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Aneka palat di pagi hari. Celaka. Gua nak lelap satu hari." - Kuntil Midon.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-7274430404862660341?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7274430404862660341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/palat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7274430404862660341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7274430404862660341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/palat.html' title='Palat.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-6408401649525180345</id><published>2009-09-17T02:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:26:45.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Iftar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iftar here, iftar there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Doing iftar at home tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Late for iftar tonight. *Crett.. crett.. fesbuking via mobile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua mati-mati ingat iftar ni sembahyang sunat yang gua tak tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik gugel ada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-6408401649525180345?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/6408401649525180345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/iftar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6408401649525180345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6408401649525180345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/iftar.html' title='Iftar.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-4582089348516387401</id><published>2009-09-16T02:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:41:44.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Berabuk Skipping Lon-don.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada satu hari tu, aku palat gila dengan sorang minah dalam fesbuk. Orang dah dua tiga komen cakap melayu, dia belasah cakap inggeris. Last sekali entah apa pasal dia sentap, dia kutuk semua orang dalam inggeris juga. Bukan main lagi skipping london dia tu. Apa dah tak reti nak cakap melayu ke apa? Serius gua tak kagum langsung lu cakap inggeris. Aku saja tak balas cakap inggeris, biar dia sedar sikit yang dia tu Melayu makan belacan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oleh kerana palat, aku pun post status begini, 'Gua tak respek langsung orang Melayu cakap inggeris sama gua'. Aku pun tak rasional juga post macam tu. Ada lah juga sorang mamat sentap tengok post aku. Siap balas dalam post status dia, 'I used to speaks english everyday. So if you're not satisfied, grow some balls and talk to me directly'. Lebih kurang macam tu la ayat dia. Aku tak ingat sangat tapi aku dapat bajet dia sentap dengan statement aku. Apa lagi, kalau aku tak reply post dia karang, tak ada 'balls' pulak aku kan. Jadi dengan konfiden nya reply balik post dia. Aku terangkan sebab aku post dan aku minta maaf kalau terasa. Dia tak reply balik. Ceh, suruh orang grow some balls sendiri tak ada balls nak reply balik. Baik gua tak payah minta maaf kalau macam tu. Lu tak reply tanda lu betul punya ignore sama gua. Paling kurang pun kalau lu reply tak puas hati sama gua, gua boleh terima lagi. Ini senyap. Suruh orang grow some balls, balls lu sendiri kecut. Pigi dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku bukan apa, aku cukup palat tengok anak bangsa sendiri tak hormat bahasa sendiri. Kalau orang berbahasa melayu dengan kau, kau jangan lah mengada-ngada nak cakap inggeris. Kadang-kadang kita ni sebenarnya segan nak cakap yang kita ni tak reti speaking, sendiri faham lah. Jangan nak berlagak sangat. Kalau orang macam gua ni lain lah, boleh la juga speaking sikit. Tapi gua sebenarnya gua lagi suka cakap melayu. Kalau dah keliling gua cakap inggeris takkan gua nak cakap melayu juga, ye tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ha, baru gua teringat dulu ada sorang makwe gua nak try sembang. Gua saja speaking. Tak jadi sembang mat. Kalau gua fikir-fikir balik, gua rasa macam celaka pun ada. kalau bahasa inggeris dia, douchebag. Sejak insiden itu hari gua dah tak berapa nak kagum sangat skipping london, walaupun gua tau kalau terer skipping london ni, konklusi dia adalah, 'chicks dig it!'. Betul gua tak tipu. Lu buka la fesbuk tu. Kalau ada mamat yang layan novel inggeris sepanjang hidup dia, dan bila dia post something dalam inggeris, tiga empat chicks akan tekan option 'like' dan kasi komen tak ada kena mengena dengan status atau tak reti macam mana nak reply balik ayat masyuk mamat berkenaan. Ah, sudahlah. At least if you can reflect back on his words or give something that level with his thought, you should be worth it to be called an educated women. Perempuan macam tu serius gua respek. Tak mengada-ngada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadi pun, gua ada selongkar kerja-kerja lama sepanjang aku belajar ni. Sedar-sedar dah dua tahun lebih aku belajar kat sini. Allhamdulillah la semua berjalan lancar. Aku pun dah serik dengan kegagalan lama. Sampai bila lagi kita nak hidup bawah roda. Kadang-kadang nak juga rasa duduk di atas. Selongkar punya selongkar, aku jumpa dua ketul slide presentation aku dulu. Satu slide professional communication, satu lagi slide technoprenuer. Dua-dua aku ada kasi present. Skipping London lah bai. Masa ni, aku rasa aku tengah semester tiga. Banyak budak kelas baru. Tak berapa nak rapat sangat masa ni. Baru kenal. Dua semester sebelum tu pun aku masih tak bercampur sangat. Hati masih dekat MMU lagi. Nak buat macam mana. Aku dapat rasa lah masa aku present tu macam budak kelas tumpu habis dekat aku. Cuak gila cakap lu. Apa pasal present budak lain lu orang boleh bantai tidur, time gua pula lu orang jaga? Sebab paling kukuh yang dapat gua fikir, dia orang tak boleh terima kutu macam gua boleh skipping london.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/Sq_n-0EQm_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eY4K2EdfMYA/s1600-h/metapor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/Sq_n-0EQm_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eY4K2EdfMYA/s320/metapor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381775146045447154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/Sq_oI0W4XxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Et15H-HDbAo/s1600-h/tekno.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/Sq_oI0W4XxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Et15H-HDbAo/s320/tekno.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381775317922242322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua sedar, kutu macam gua ni mana nak campur dengan budak high class. Tapi lepas present tu sampai sekarang gua rasa selesa berkawan dengan classmate gua. Semua pun kutu macam gua juga. Lu orang mesti pernah dengar, 'You never get a second chance to make a first impression'. Atau quote yang lebih kurang sama lah. Gua tahu semua benda tu, tapi gua saja suka serabai. Baju seluar semua bundle. Kasut season. Jam putus berseletep sekarang dah retak pula. Rambut panjang tak reti sikat. Gua bukan apa, gua fikir selagi gua tak berduit sendiri, gua tak akan belanja duit gua untuk barang-barang mahal semua ni. Kereta gua pun gua tak make-up. Nak tukar enjin Evo, nak masuk turbo jauh sekali. Duit gua mantain kereta tu bulan-bulan ada lah. Lain-lain gua perhabis dekat makan nasi sama rokok. Dan kadang- kadang karok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi nak buat macam mana kan? kalau orang mula-mula tu dah tengok lu macam kutu, orang takkan expect langsung yang lu ni 'civil'. Nasib baik badan gua tak kurus, kalau tak mesti orang dah cop gua mat dadah. Satu saja benda gua pegang dari dulu sampai sekarang, lu pandang serong sama gua sekarang, lagi dua tiga tahun lu tengok gua macam mana rupa. Masa tu kalau lu baru tiba-tiba nak buat baik sama gua, lu silap besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Apa dulu kau tak pergi sekolah ka? Kau tak boleh eja ini ha? Sheriff lah." - Sheriff Labi, Labu Labi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/213680986501476363-4582089348516387401?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/4582089348516387401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/berabuk-skipping-lon-don.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4582089348516387401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4582089348516387401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/berabuk-skipping-lon-don.html' title='Berabuk Skipping Lon-don.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/Sq_n-0EQm_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eY4K2EdfMYA/s72-c/metapor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-581796790251921847</id><published>2009-09-15T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:26:41.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Records'/><title type='text'>Bila Aku Boleh Kembara Satu Dunia?</title><content type='html'>Aku dah bosan dengan suasana harian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-581796790251921847?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/581796790251921847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/bila-aku-boleh-kembara-satu-dunia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/581796790251921847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/581796790251921847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/bila-aku-boleh-kembara-satu-dunia.html' title='Bila Aku Boleh Kembara Satu Dunia?'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3122241808228837454</id><published>2009-09-14T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:31:23.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Jaga-jaga Kain Cik Salmah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Note: Watak gua sebagai Sarip Dol yang sedang berbicara sama tayar basikal sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish, mana pula Cik Salmah ni? Ini sudah pukul berapa ni? Tak nak pergi kerja ke? Aku pun ada kerja lain juga, tapi tak jalan kerja aku kalau tak mengorat Cik Salmah tiap pagi. Ah, sudahlah. Bunyi loceng basikalnya pun tak ada, inikan pula orangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Eh, pedulikan lah! Kita kasi pecah lah!" Sarjan Pendek, Ali Baba Bujang Lapok.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-3122241808228837454?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3122241808228837454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/jaga-jaga-kain-cik-salmah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3122241808228837454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3122241808228837454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/jaga-jaga-kain-cik-salmah.html' title='Jaga-jaga Kain Cik Salmah!'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-6567439605584688718</id><published>2009-09-11T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:17:13.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><title type='text'>Notis Untuk Keturunan Ke-4.</title><content type='html'>Kepada waris aku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila hantar secepat mungkin seekor robot kucing kaler biru pada aku.&lt;br /&gt;Sila isi poket dia dengan alat-alat berguna.&lt;br /&gt;Dan hantar dia ke mana-mana hari dalam tahun 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sila keluar dari laci meja ruang tamu dan bukan laci meja bilik aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Serius,&lt;br /&gt;Kuntil Midon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Hajimete kimi to shabetta.." - GAGAGA SP, Hajimete kimi to shabetta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-6567439605584688718?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/6567439605584688718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/notis-untuk-keturunan-ke-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6567439605584688718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6567439605584688718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/notis-untuk-keturunan-ke-4.html' title='Notis Untuk Keturunan Ke-4.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7523044561452708980</id><published>2009-09-11T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:58:50.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>A Molotov Cocktail's on the House!</title><content type='html'>Kenapa mahu bermuram durja kalau siang hari tak merokok?&lt;br /&gt;Masalah dalam dada semua boleh kasi settle punya.&lt;br /&gt;Buat apa nak pikir-pikir.&lt;br /&gt;Banyak benda lain lagi nak dipikir.&lt;br /&gt;Apa benda lain lagi nak dipikir?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tak ada masalah lain lagi nak dipikir.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dah malas nak berpikir sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Tidurkan saja malam ini sambil mimpikan matahari esok.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin hari makin suram jika datang guruh dan petir.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kita tak tahu ada pelangi yang menunggu.&lt;br /&gt;Dan gua tak ada kaitan sama syurga cinta.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I feed off the weakness with all my love." - Green Day, Peacemaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7523044561452708980?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7523044561452708980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/molotov-cocktails-on-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7523044561452708980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7523044561452708980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/molotov-cocktails-on-house.html' title='A Molotov Cocktail&apos;s on the House!'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1246665238427198418</id><published>2009-09-10T22:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:17:04.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Sebelum Saya Suka Lobak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari gua kelas separuh hari. Masa gua dalam kelas, baru gua punya talipon sudah kena block. Gua dah bajet benda ni akan berlaku. Tapi gua punya bajet 3 bulan lepas lah, masa gua selesai bayar bil tertunggak untuk 3 bulan sebelumnya. Tak apa, gua tenang. Habis saja kelas, gua terus gerak Kajang. Ada pos laju gua kena kutip. Abah gua bilang, kalau gua ada sign saman, jangan pergi ambil. Sebab gua pemandu berhemah, gua konfiden itu bukan surat saman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sampai saja di Kajang, gua parking mana patut dan bergegas ke pejabat pos. Gua menuju ke kaunter tingkap sambil hulur kertas pos laju. Sekali akak kaunter tu buka laci kabinet dia dan selak-selak surat yang ada. Celaka, kes sama semua ni. Aku ingat surat 10 tahun lepas pun ada. Lepas gua dapat surat, gua rasa serabai gila. Surat claim hutang lagi rupanya. Gua ada hutang besar sama Telekom yang gua dah lama lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sepanjang perjalanan gua pulang ke rumah, gua terbayang zaman gua hidup sebagai loser dulu. Walaupun gua rasa hidup gua dah kembali ke jalan asal, macam mana punya lurus pun jalan hidup gua, kadang-kadang gua akan tersadung juga. Sebelum gua balik rumah, gua singgah Celcom service center. Gua malas nak bayar online, karang jenuh kena menalipon operator dia kasi unblock gua punya line. Gua tunggu punya tunggu, sudahnya akak kaunter tu angkat satu papan notis. 'SERVER DOWN'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua hampir-hampir nak batal puasa hari ni.&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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SqkX1IYZ_gI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NyIwWv1cqT0/s1600-h/Image100.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SqkX1IYZ_gI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NyIwWv1cqT0/s320/Image100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379857431421124098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Langit tak selalu cerah.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-1246665238427198418?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1246665238427198418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/sebelum-saya-suka-lobak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1246665238427198418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1246665238427198418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/sebelum-saya-suka-lobak.html' title='Sebelum Saya Suka Lobak.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SqkX1IYZ_gI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NyIwWv1cqT0/s72-c/Image100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7017851716371329667</id><published>2009-09-09T04:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T04:11:47.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Serius.</title><content type='html'>Kali ni gua dah nekad!&lt;br /&gt;Betul-betul punya gua kasi jalan.&lt;br /&gt;Apa nak jadi, jadilah.&lt;br /&gt;Kurang-kurang gua mencuba.&lt;br /&gt;Gua serius nekad sepenuh jiwa....&lt;br /&gt;Mana papan? Mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haaaiipppp!!! Wachaaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Like a stormwind that will ring." - Scorpions - Wind of Change.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7017851716371329667?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7017851716371329667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/serius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7017851716371329667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7017851716371329667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/serius.html' title='Serius.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7407022772651421594</id><published>2009-09-05T07:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:33:13.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Records'/><title type='text'>The World.</title><content type='html'>#There is a world that I could never touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There is a world that I would never touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There is a world that I will never dream off before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There is a world that I am blind to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There is a world that I am fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There is a world that I am loathe for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There is a world that I found beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There is a world that I found peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There is a world that is full of mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There is a world that is impossible to Google for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There is a world that I know I could never reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#There is a world that I mistakenly step into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........The world full of mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........The world full of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........The world full of answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never better than before.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7407022772651421594?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7407022772651421594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7407022772651421594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7407022772651421594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/world.html' title='The World.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7701410804091119217</id><published>2009-09-04T05:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:41:01.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>3 Jam dan 5 Minit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selalu kalau aku menulis di sini, kadang-kadang ayat yang aku gubah, bagi aku, agak memuaskan hati aku. Setiap perkataan aku susun rapi. Kalau salah aku boleh tekan kekunci 'Backspace' saja. Setiap ayat yang aku tulis, kebanyakan nya aku baca balik. Tujuan aku bukan nak 'impress' sesiapa cuma aku mahu apa yang aku tulis itu terbaik. Aku tak kisah kalau orang tak baca blog aku. Aku tak pernah 'publish' pada sesiapa pun selain kawan rapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selalu bila kawan datang mengadu masalah, aku akan cuba sedaya mungkin buka telinga dan beri pendapat. Tiap kali jalannya, aku mesti karang ayat yang sesuai untuk mereka guna walaupun jauh di lubuk hati aku tahu tak mudah nak mengeluarkan kata-kata begitu. Hidup ini spontan. Tak ada masa nak menggubah ayat setiap kali berbicara. Tulis blog 3 jam tak sama dengan bercakap 5 minit. Aku bukannya tak sedar aku cakap salah, dah memang selalu aku tulis blog. Ayat yang lazim serta kompleksiti psikologinya semua aku dapat sambar. Tapi kalau berbicara selama 5 minit, memang betul tak ada masa nak fikir ayat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orang tua-tua pernah cakap, 'Kalau bercakap tu, fikir dahulu'. Aku rasa orang tua-tua tak perasan jurang waktu antara 3 jam dan 5 minit. Ya, aku tahu ada sesetengah orang cuma tulis saja apa yang terlintas di benak fikiran, tapi bukan aku. Lain halnya pula kalau aku berbicara, terkadang itu dah sejam berlalu baru aku terfikir apa yang aku cakap itu salah dan kalau nak diukur dari sudut psikologinya memang gagal. Macam kau langsung tak ada bakat jadi 'psychiatrist'. Bukan, kau langsung tak ada bakat jadi manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila dah salah cakap tu, seeloknya minta maaf. Tapi ada dinding besar rupanya antara aku dan minta maaf. Dinding yang diberi nama Ego. kau rasa kau lah betul, pantas kau bidas segala hujah yang logikal di kepala. Kau memang nampak yang benar saja. Gelap mata, gelap hati. Nak merungkai satu perbalahan memang sukar. Sebab makhluk yang kita berbalah bernama manusia. Punya kompleksi yang sama seperti kita. 'Berbicara dengan hantu lebih mudah dari berbicara dengan manusia'. Aku rasa ayat ini cukup tepat, kena pada sasaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku selalu ingatkan diri untuk sentiasa tegar dalam apa jua yang aku buat. Jangan takut dan percaya pada diri sendiri. Tapi tahukah kamu segagah manusia itu kadang kala menangis juga? Benda yang sangat 'delicate' ini memang sampai tua tak akan habis untuk dirungkai. Aku percaya yang mana bidang psikologi itu bukan satu bidang yang jelas. Atau dengan kata lain, samar-samar. Sebab itu aku pilih kejuruteraan. Logik dan punya jawapan. Tak perlu pelbagai hujah yang membelitkan kata dan menyesakkan fikiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku mula rasa yang aku ni cukup naif. Segala perkara yang aku sangka betul rupanya salah. Apa yang aku bayang semua tak serupa. Macam kanak-kanak yang seronok baca buku cerita khayalan tapi tak tahu perit getir hidup di dunia. Umur aku dah hampir 23. Orang riak lain mungkin cukup bangga yang diri sendiri sudah dewasa. Punya kerja sendiri, punya kereta sendiri. Macam yang selalu kita dengar, 'ada apa dengan nombor'. Nombor cuba satu khayalan rekaan manusia untuk sedapkan hati sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku dah bingung, macam mana patut aku 'behave' kelak. Macam mana patut aku berinteraksi dengan manusia. Mungkin sekarang baru aku sedar manusia boleh berubah. Tapi aku tak dapat lari dari istilah 'topeng' aku. Aku lebih selesa kalau tak pakai topeng. Rimas. Berubah mana pun manusia itu, aku masih percaya mereka bertopeng. Tapi aku dah mula rasa bertopeng itu satu keputusan bijak. Dalam hidup ini, kita saling bergantungan. Tak ada langsung istilah 'loneranger'. Dan oleh kerana manusia saling memerlukan, kita mungkin patut bertindak untuk tidak sentiasa mengikut kepala sendiri. Orang lain senang, kita pun senang. Kalau kita tak senang, orang lain nak ikutkah? Mungkin kita patut rasa yang dia tak sebijak kita. Bukan kerana dia lebih 'superior' tapi cuma dia tak reti nak hidup bertolak ansur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll just stay on the sideline.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm playing on the safe side.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mungkin dua ayat tersebut ada benarnya. Untuk diri kita selamat. Supaya kita sentiasa hidup dalam 'comfort zone' kita. Aku tak berani nak bicara 'adventure'. Adrenalin aku tak cukup kuat pagi ini. Aku tak pilih untuk lasak. Mungkin sebab itu hidup aku tak pernah berganjak. Tak pernah 'happening'. Semua kerana aku mahu hidup aman sampai tua. Entahlah, manusia. Aku tulis sampai esok pun mungkin aku tak akan jumpa jawapan yang sebenar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Life is a journey, a journey that you can never stop and once you meet a fork road, you only have a few split seconds to made your decision. It is a real time journey with no reset button." - Kuntil Midon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7701410804091119217?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7701410804091119217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-jam-dan-5-minit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7701410804091119217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7701410804091119217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-jam-dan-5-minit.html' title='3 Jam dan 5 Minit.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-4300771075321298467</id><published>2009-09-01T02:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T03:10:37.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Cong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Merujuk kepada kamus pejudi, Cong bermakna 'shuffle'. Gua tak tau pula nama melayu dia tapi gua rasa serabaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi mengikut kamus kaki lepak pula, Cong bermakna tipu. Contoh ayat dia, "Yang lu pergi cong brader tu apahal? nak mampus?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cong juga merupakan runut bunyi standard untuk Thomas dan rakan-rakan apabila mereka hendak memulakan perjalanan. Seingat gua, dulu masa gua kecik, gua ada satu keretapi nama Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cong juga merupakan nama classmate gua masa tingkatan dua. Cong Teng Cheong nama dia. Tapi tak sekali pun gua pernah nampak dia vandalisme harta benda sekolah. Baik budak ni, tak macam gua. Meja gua saja dah tukar kaler putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Menurut kuiz yang gua buat di fesbok, nama cina gua adalah Cong yang membawa maksud 'intelligent'. Gua dah syak lama dah, gua sejak dari dulu lagi memang dah Cong. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Debu tuju-tuju, menyesakkan ku." - Def-Gab-C, Ibu Kota Cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-4300771075321298467?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/4300771075321298467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/cong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4300771075321298467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4300771075321298467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/09/cong.html' title='Cong.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-5968061152961988685</id><published>2009-08-31T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T03:00:01.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Merdeka : Hero Malaya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpqrPYfTeOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oxRzyw_VepQ/s1600-h/malaysia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpqrPYfTeOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oxRzyw_VepQ/s320/malaysia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375797385980246242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero Malaya,&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih atas jasamu,&lt;br /&gt;Setiap keringatmu sangat dihargai,&lt;br /&gt;Tanpamu mungkin kami tiada,&lt;br /&gt;Kami yang bernama Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero Malaya,&lt;br /&gt;Tabahmu mungkin tak terbayang,&lt;br /&gt;Tegak kemashyuran demi bangsa,&lt;br /&gt;Keamanan kami ini milikmu,&lt;br /&gt;Kami yang bernama Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero Malaya,&lt;br /&gt;Semangatmu tak kenal erti kalah,&lt;br /&gt;Juang merdekamu demi kebebasan,&lt;br /&gt;Titisan air matamu kami sanjungi,&lt;br /&gt;Kami yang bernama Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero Malaya,&lt;br /&gt;peritmu tak dapat dirasa,&lt;br /&gt;Gagah bertempur siang dan malam,&lt;br /&gt;Perjuanganmu ini akan kami pertahankan,&lt;br /&gt;Kami yang bernama Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Mari kita seluruh warga negara, ramai-ramai menyambut hari merdeka, MERDEKA!" - Sudirman, 31 Ogos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;"&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/213680986501476363-5968061152961988685?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/5968061152961988685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/merdeka-hero-malaya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5968061152961988685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5968061152961988685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/merdeka-hero-malaya.html' title='Merdeka : Hero Malaya.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpqrPYfTeOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oxRzyw_VepQ/s72-c/malaysia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-6626567174199258423</id><published>2009-08-30T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:44:58.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Pantauan Gua Terhadap Kuih.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SppUO4qKLMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lNQ_qwfuQ1k/s1600-h/Image091.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SppUO4qKLMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lNQ_qwfuQ1k/s320/Image091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375701719924223170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bagi gua, perkara yang wajib tiap kali ke bazaar adalah murtabak dan kuih. Sepanjang seminggu berpuasa ni, gua ingat dah dua tiga bazaar gua redah. Semua okay, gua tak ada nak komplen. Tapi hari ini punya bazaar, gua rasa nak komplen sikit. Biasanya tiap kali gua beli kuih, gua akan cakap ayat yang sama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bagi kuih ni ha singgit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lalu akak atau brader yang berkenaan akan bungkus kuih tersebut untuk gua. Dan selalunya gua takkan sebut langsung nama kuih pasal gua dilahirkan di bumi ini hanya untuk mencekik, bukan kasi hapal nama kuih. Agak berkaler saja gua sapu. Tapi ini hari gua guna ayat yang sama juga, tapi gua akan dapat reply macam ni,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kuih satu 40 sen. Abang nak berapa biji?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua menung sekejap. Apahal kuih jual ikut biji? Setelah berkira-kira dengan poket seluar, gua setuju ambil bilangan standard, Tiga. Tapi part yang gua tak sedap hati pasal semua kuih muih feveret gua dah naik harga 20 sen. Hari ni gua pulang ke rumah dengan 3 jenis duit syiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Sudilah rasa kuihku, pilihlah yang mana satu." - Sharifah Aini, Suasana Hari Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-6626567174199258423?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/6626567174199258423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/pantauan-gua-terhadap-kuih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6626567174199258423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6626567174199258423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/pantauan-gua-terhadap-kuih.html' title='Pantauan Gua Terhadap Kuih.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SppUO4qKLMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lNQ_qwfuQ1k/s72-c/Image091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-2248877130501374922</id><published>2009-08-30T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:18:20.995+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Tale of Secrecy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Disclaimer: This is not about any government tale of secrecy. This is just my stupid babble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; As the facebook popularity soar, there is a new kind of thing that I found interesting. Tagging people in their face! Well, at first it was kind of fun to tag people's profile to a monkey face. And after a few series of serious tagging, I found out that our profile picture is a mess. A mess with monkey faces rather than ours. So, I stop tagging people face with ridiculous jpeg and instead of it, I think I want to start taking random picture and tag their faces in my profile. But, there is one problem with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we do candid, the result may vary. Sometimes you get a good shot and sometimes you got a bad one. The thing is, if we post and tag the bad one for the LOL, the tag will immediately got un-tag. Oh, what a bloody bastard! That ridiculous face is yours isn't? Well, if it is a real embarrassment, I would never post it in the first place but if it just you doing a blur, sleepy or ridiculous face, whats that to ashamed of? Well, I guess the reason are because of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Dude.. would you gimme some space? I'm trying to nailed that chick."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"No, my hair's a bit crooked and I don't fancy it. Not even one bit."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Are you crazy? If my mom sees these i'm done for!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;**..psstt... what are you thinking?  I dont wanna her to see that...**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Bollocks! I prefer to be discrete! Or else my identity will be compromise."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Who? Who? I didn't un-tag this! Not me... Not me...."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You never used Myspace haven't you? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Someone finds salvation in everyone, another only pain." - Audioslave, Be Yourself.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-2248877130501374922?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/2248877130501374922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/tale-of-secrecy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2248877130501374922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2248877130501374922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/tale-of-secrecy.html' title='Tale of Secrecy.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-4287439078743594646</id><published>2009-08-29T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:37:34.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>You,&lt;br /&gt;As the wind goes by,&lt;br /&gt;I can't hardly see,&lt;br /&gt;But as it passing by,&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;As the ground shake,&lt;br /&gt;I can't hardly stand still,&lt;br /&gt;But as it calm down,&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;As the sea goes violent,&lt;br /&gt;I can't hardly sleep,&lt;br /&gt;But as it become peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;As the thunder strike,&lt;br /&gt;I can't hardly listen,&lt;br /&gt;But as it pose silent,&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;If the brain ever lose memory,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't hardly remember,&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the eyes can see,&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"'Cause all that's left has gone away." - Jet, Look What You've Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-4287439078743594646?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/4287439078743594646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4287439078743594646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4287439078743594646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1232422088197975931</id><published>2009-08-28T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:30:11.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Ashtray.</title><content type='html'>Sepanjang karrier aku sebagai seorang perokok, macam-macam jenis ashtray dah aku tengok. Ada yang beli punya, ada yang 'crett' punya, ada yang DIY punya, ada ashtray kecemasan punya, ada yang alam sekitar punya dan ada yang baik punya. Berikut adalah senarai jenis ashtray yang aku pernah tengok:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ashtray beli punya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpfTZof1drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LpxFPVplw8E/s1600-h/Image088.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpfTZof1drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LpxFPVplw8E/s320/Image088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374997117611112114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ashtray yang beli punya ni selalunya lengkap dengan lekuk tempat nak 'rest' rokok. Ashtray jenis ni juga datang dengan pelbagai bentuk yang menarik. Selalunya hanya digunakan apabila member datang ke rumah saja. Sebab pertama, saja nak menunjuk ashtray 'rare'. Sebab kedua pula kerana jarang guna sebab ashtray jenis beli punya mudah untuk menerbangkan abu rokok bila terkena angin kipas. Dan sebab ketiga pula, ashtray beli mempunyai kapasiti yang yang terhad dan agak bermasalah kepada perokok malas kerana perlu membuang abu dan putungnya setiap dua tiga hari. Untuk gambar di atas pula, merupakan ashtray yang dihadiahkan oleh Kechik sewaktu beliau melancong ke New Zealand suatu ketika dulu. Aku suruh Kechik 'crett' saja ashtray hotel tapi tak sangka beliau beli pula. Terima kasih Kechik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ashtray 'crett' punya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Untuk ashtray jenis ni, selalunya akan mempunyai jenama-jenama tertentu seperti 'Hotel Equatorial' atau 'Heineken'. Ashtray jenis ini selalunya menjadi lambang kebanggaan kepada tuan punya kerana kehabatan beliau dalam arena men'crett'. Dan ashtray 'crett' punya juga dapat menceritakan serba sedikit tentang perihal tuan punya. Kalau ashtray cap hotel, mungkin dia pernah bekerja di hotel dan kalau ashtray cap todi, mungkin kerana beliau pernah bekerja di pub atau dia sangkakan yang dipegangnya itu henset kerana dia terlalu 'weng'. Rupa bentuk ashtray 'crett' ini sama dengan ashtray beli juga kerana sebelum ashtray ini di'crett' ashtray ini merupakan ashtray dibeli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kosa kata 'crett' membawa maksud curi, ehsan Kamus Dewan Rudit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ashtray DIY punya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpfghM8_riI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ltSCsDrT_WM/s1600-h/Image089.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpfghM8_riI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ltSCsDrT_WM/s320/Image089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375011541307338274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini memang jenis ashtray feveret student macam aku. Murah, tahan lama, kapasiti besar, perangkap abu, dan kreatif. Selain daripada tin minuman, ada satu lagi jenis ashtray DIY, guna botol air plastik saiz kecil. Oleh kerana radius petikan botol air sangat kecil, jadi botol tersebut dikerat dua dan kepala botol di masukkan ke dasar botol. Disamping radius petikan membesar, abu rokok juga dapat dikawal dengan rapi. Cuma kekurangan guna botol plastik ialah ia mempunyai takat lebur yang rendah dan menyebabkan botol itu berlubang-lubang. Tapi tin laici di atas ini memang 'legend'. Aku dah guna ashtray ni sejak dari aku quit MMU lagi. Segala pahit getir semua aku kongsi sama ashtray ni. Aku rasa dah hampir 3 tahun dah aku guna ashtray ni. Kapasiti ashtray ini untuk penuh adalah selama 2 minggu. Dan setiap 2 minggu sekali, mak cik kemas rumah aku akan kasi clear ashtray ni. Amat sesuai dengan gaya hidup aku yang pemalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ashtray kecemasan punya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/Spfjn2jSruI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LJ2tJvuoKzw/s1600-h/Image087.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/Spfjn2jSruI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LJ2tJvuoKzw/s320/Image087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375014954087919330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni jenis ashtray apabila menziarahi rumah member yang tak merokok. Atau pun ashtray member dah kena rembat menyebabkan member terpaksa memberi kotak rokok kosong untuk dibuat ashtray sementara. Struktur ashtray ni agak kukuh jika dibandingkan dengan ashtray botol plastik kerana kertas pembalut dalam kotak rokok ini sangat tahan bara apatah lagi nak tahan abu. Ashtray jenis ini mempunyai radius petikan yang kecil sedikit dari ashtray DIY kerana ashtray ini cuma mempunyai satu arah saja untuk melakukan aktiviti petikan abu. Akan tetapi ashtray begini lebih dianggap sampah hingga menyebabkan pengunaan ashtray ini agak kurang komersial dikalangan perokok tegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ashtray alam sekitar punya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni merupakan satu-satunya ashtray tanpa kos dan mempunyai radius petikan abu yang luas tahap dewa. Ashtray jenis ini selalu dipraktikkan di kawasan-kawasan seperti pagar universiti, stesen bas, kaki lima, tepi tingkap atau dimana saja tempat yang sesuai di planet bumi. Tapi ashtray jenis ini lebih popular digunakan di mapley-mapley kegemaran masing-masing. Walaupun mapley dah hulur ashtray beli punya dengan penuh sinikal, ashtray alam sekitar tetap menjadi pilihan kalbu perokok-perokok. Kekurangan bagi menggunakan ashtray alam sekitar ialah ia amat mencemarkan alam sekitar yang sudah dicemari dengan kepulan-kepulan asap rokok. Tapi aku selalu nampak pekerja mapley sapu sampah sebelum subuh. Setelah pekerja tersebut ditemubual lebih kurang, kajian menunjukkan 90% sampah yang disapu beliau adalah merupakan putung rokok. Beliau juga turut membuat lawak tak kelakar dimana katanya jika setiap putung rokok dijual dengan harga seringgit, cukup bulan beliau boleh balik kampung ke India naik jet peribadi. Tapi sekurang-kurangnya alam sekitar sekeliling mapley terjaga atas jasa beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ashtray baik punya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ashtray alam sekitar punya limitasi tersendiri. Dalam rumah bukan kawasan alam sekitar. Dengan kenyataan tersebut, maka terciptalah ashtray baik punya. Situasi ashtray baik punya sama dengan ashtray kecemasan dan tahap kekreatifan ashtray baik punya juga sama dengan ashtray DIY. Contoh terbaik untuk ashtray baik punya adalah pada lubang-lubang katil. Baik punya ashtray ni sampai kalau dah penuh, tak tahu nak buang macamana. Contoh terbaik yang lain untuk ashtray baik punya adalah dilubang gitar, dalam laci, dalam lubang besi almari kain dan macam-macam lagi. Pendek kata, selagi ada lubang, selagi itu ashtray baik punya boleh wujud. Tapi kalau lubang hidung member yang tengah lena diulit mimpi dibuat ashtray, memang nak minta penampar lah jawabnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update: kejadian tragis oleh ashtray DIY selepas entri di publish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpgFk0sKWAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jCxXjEcIHrQ/s1600-h/Image090.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpgFk0sKWAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jCxXjEcIHrQ/s320/Image090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375052285443987458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Watching the stars satisfies my soul." - Michael Learns To Rock, The Actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-1232422088197975931?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1232422088197975931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/ashtray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1232422088197975931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1232422088197975931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/ashtray.html' title='Ashtray.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpfTZof1drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LpxFPVplw8E/s72-c/Image088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7573423899871345496</id><published>2009-08-28T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:21:58.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Siri Bercakap Dengan Dinding.</title><content type='html'>Macam celaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku dah pesan berapa kali dah. Tak dibuat juga. Nak tunggu aku mengamuk macam king kong ke baru kau nak buat? Orang cakap elok-elok tak mau dengar. Takkan nak kena berkasar? Nanti aku cuka kau pun cuka. Dalam satu hari tu agaknya, apa lah yang sibuk sangat sampai dah dekat setahun benda ni tak di buat-buat? Benda kecil pun susah sangat ke nak kasi settle. Yang part kena bayarnya kau keluar lah duit kau. Sendiri pakai sendiri bayar lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi betullah apa orang kata, teman gelak senang dicari, teman sedih entah ke mana. Berat sangat ke kerja yang aku suruh. Kalau tak libatkan aku tak apa. Ni aku rasa sudahnya aku juga yang kena buat sendiri. Nak settle hutang pun karang silap haribulan duit aku juga. Kau betul buat aku kurang pahala puasa hari ni. Hati aku dah cukup panas ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorang-sorang tak boleh harap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7573423899871345496?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7573423899871345496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/siri-bercakap-dengan-dinding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7573423899871345496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7573423899871345496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/siri-bercakap-dengan-dinding.html' title='Siri Bercakap Dengan Dinding.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3094383107384793830</id><published>2009-08-27T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:29:50.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic'/><title type='text'>Hard Disk Pertama Saya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpY_JjY3T0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Vvi4DgOM4-k/s1600-h/Image085.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpY_JjY3T0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Vvi4DgOM4-k/s320/Image085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374552638664167234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kali pertama aku beli komputer secara 'indie', ini lah dia hard disk pertama yang diletakkan secara 'indie' ke dalam PC 'indie' aku. Pertama kali aku beli hard disk ni pada tahun 2005. Masa ni kira up-to-date juga lah PC aku. Dan sampai sekarang aku rasa, aku masih lagi belum membeli PC secara 'indie' buat kali kedua. Dan ya, bagi yang kenal komputer, ini adalah hard disk lapuk jenis IDE. Dan bagi yang tak reti komputer, ini ada satu alat berteknologi tinggi dari masa depan dan tak boleh 'direct contact' secara 'indie' sama kulit kerana radioaktifnya sangat 'indie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejak PC aku 'toast' secara rasminya 4 bulan lepas, aku cuma pakai PC lama yang ada dirumah yang lagi purba spesifikasinya. Dan setelah sudah diselenggara PC lama tu, aku cuba masukkan hard disk aku. Mujur hard disk aku masih lagi tidak 'toast'. Banyak kenangan dari tahun 2005 dalam hard disk ni. Memang rugi lah kalau aku buang macam tu saja. Contohnya gambar ni, epik dia punya lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///G:/C%20stuff/Pictures/15279372615312l.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpZDD-cKoFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/h4w_sSYo6Mg/s1600-h/15279372615312l.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpZDD-cKoFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/h4w_sSYo6Mg/s320/15279372615312l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374556940893069394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejak terciptanya kamera digital, dah tak ada dah aktiviti-aktiviti cuci foto. Jadi gambar yang ada pun dalam bentuk data saja. Kalau mesinnya rosak, maka rosak lah datanya. Tapi teknologi tak putus takat tu saja, ada benda nama internet. Kalau kau kasi 'up' gambar kau sama internet, mungkin sampai kau tua gambar kau tu ada lagi. Hard disk ni juga buat aku terkenangkan projek yang paling aku puas hati buat satu masa dulu. Tak salah aku, aku kasi nama Pistola kat nama projek aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpZFCl-QqvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vRjTRqCK0Vo/s1600-h/pistol+final.bmp"&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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpZFCl-QqvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vRjTRqCK0Vo/s320/pistol+final.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374559116168571634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boleh lah, ada rupa pistol juga. Aku pun puas hati buat. Kau tak puas hati tu kau punya pasal lah. Lagi satu hard disk ni banyak juga lagu-lagu lama. Lagu orang putih, melayu, indon, suma ada. Lagu Perancis pun ada tapi lagu Alizee sorang sajalah. Aku kasi pasang playlist lama, boleh kata tiap-tiap lagu tu ada kisah tersendiri. Dan ada juga lagu yang aku tak pernah dengar. Ye lah, aku dulu duduk EP. Apartment/hostel pasal sekuriti dia ketat cam celaka. Walaupun internet dia slow, tapi dia ada satu sistem network yang besar. Kira semua orang boleh kasi kongsi macam-macam. Tak kira lah cerita ke, lagu ke, apa ke. Yang lain aku tak mau cerita lah, sendiri mau ingat. Tu lah pasalnya aku ada lagu yang aku tak pernah dengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara lagu-lagu yang buat aku terkenang, macam lagu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Double Take - Mengapa Kasih. (Lagu masa aku main WOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dewa - Pupus. (Lagu feveret Nate tiap-tiap pagi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suede - Beautiful Ones. (Lagu feveret aku mulanya tapi Nate tangkap layan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HIM - Funeral of Hearts. (Aku teringat nasi lemak kedai cina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoobastank - The Reason. (Masa aku mula-mula masuk MMU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayumi Hamasaki - Trauma. (dari video gelak-gelak jadi full video, Pejal kasi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Move - Dogfight. (Aku kasi marathon initial D masa bulan puasa)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lefthanded - Ku di Halaman Rindu (Lagu masa aku menetap bawah tangga)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beatles - Let It Be. (Kaset Beatles aku masa guna Kelisa dulu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beberapa lagu RATM. (Lagu masa aku nak angkat lesen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beberapa lagu Garbage. (Lagu bosan masa cuti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beberapa lagu The Strokes. (Ni Pejal punya kerja juga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lagu MLTR pun beberapa juga. (Ni sendiri punya jiwa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dan ada satu folder nama boyband. (Ni aku dapat sama KA)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada lagi banyak tapi aku dah malas. Takkan kalau ada 500 lagu, semua 500 kena kasi senarai. Din Beramboi pun tak gila macam tu. Oh ya, aku teringat pula zaman kegemilangan Ujang dan Gila-gila dulu. Memang majalah feveret aku dulu tapi bukan sekarang. Sekarang semua majalah kartun macam dah hilang punca. Tak ada 'kick' macam kartun dulu. Seingat aku, dulu ada sekali aku gelak sampai jatuh kerusi baca cerita Tandoori Payat. Tu dululah, sekarang aku tak tau apa cerita dah. Dah lama tak membeli. Okay, sampai di sini saja sembang aku, aku saja nak cuba tulis blog tanpa merokok. Perit juga rasanya. Waktu berbuka dua jam lagi, aku nak keluar beli rokok kejap lepas tu layan tidur. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"All these words I don't just say  and nothing else matter."- Metallica, Nothing Else Matter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-3094383107384793830?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3094383107384793830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/hard-disk-pertama-saya.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3094383107384793830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3094383107384793830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/hard-disk-pertama-saya.html' title='Hard Disk Pertama Saya.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SpY_JjY3T0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Vvi4DgOM4-k/s72-c/Image085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-2786119942278397105</id><published>2009-08-27T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:56:57.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Voice Over Shite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sally finally received the letter which Jack wrote for her 40 years ago. She rub the dust on the envelope and opened the letter. As soon she began to read it, a 25 year old Jack started to reappear in her memory as she started to reminisce the way Jack used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;*Voice over of the letter begin.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This voice over shite definitely a genius metaphor fantasize by the director. I didn't know who started the trend but it is definitely great thing since it can created a cliche in film industries. Anyway, I started to think about this stuff because of a message that I received earlier this morning. I was half asleep and seems to fantasize about the way of the sender used to talk. As if he talks directly to me. And it suddenly started to creep me out...somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How about this, oh fellow young director, how about make a voice over scene in such an awkward situation? A simple one like these;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Midon felt that his butt is heavier than usual today. However, because of last night Midon got a motivational talk by his superior, today he rise with the new spirit of steels. Against all odds, Midon bravely started his car early in the morning just to fought for his cause. After about an hour journey to the rendezvous point, Midon received a long elaborate e-mail by his tactical leader. As Midon began to read the message, the image of his tactical leader appear clearly on Midon's head as if his leader tried to convey a secret tactical espionage message to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;*Voice over begin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"Attention to all troops, today meeting is canceled due to our rendezvous point is currently under a serious heavy attack by a group of suicidal architect. Apparently, we had orders to add a nice hot spa in our camp. BUT! I have a special tasks for all of you. There's a huge pile of report needed to be done in HQ. Please headed there pronto and finish it ASAP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Midon suddenly felt like a real bloody fart and begin to change his course to a nearby strip club instead of the headquarters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only dream of you, and you never knew." - Muse, Sing for Absolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-2786119942278397105?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/2786119942278397105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/voice-over-shite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2786119942278397105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2786119942278397105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/voice-over-shite.html' title='Voice Over Shite.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7431687795479434468</id><published>2009-08-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:38:50.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><title type='text'>Matematika Jiwa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Week 5 = 2 kali.&lt;br /&gt;Satu sem 14 week = purata 5 kali.&lt;br /&gt;Last chance = 3 kali beri atau terima.&lt;br /&gt;Konklusi = tiada guna berpatah arah." -Kuntil Midon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Tidak kusampai ke puncak sana." - Francessca Peters, Sekadar Di Pinggiran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7431687795479434468?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7431687795479434468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/matematika-jiwa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7431687795479434468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7431687795479434468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/matematika-jiwa.html' title='Matematika Jiwa.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-930990146869807275</id><published>2009-08-25T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T02:16:07.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic'/><title type='text'>Kisah Klasik MMU #5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua dulu pandai. Bijak sifir. Setakat sifir 12 tu pejam mata pun gua boleh baca. Tapi gua sampai sekarang lagi tak reti baca sifir sambil menari. Gua jeles dengan Siti Sifir. Entah dah umur berapa agaknya dia sekarang. Ah, cerita pasal Siti Sifir pula. Sebenarnya, kerana kepandaian gua, gua dapat masuk MMU dengan biasiswa Telekom. Fuh, bangga gila dapat biasiswa. Rasa tampan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebelum dinobatkan sebagai pemegang amanah biasiswa Telekom, gua dijemput ke satu kursus Telekom untuk diberi taklimat serba sedikit tentang biasiswa. Sujak pun ada. Sampai sana, gua tengok semua budak-budak pandai. Masa taklimat, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speaker&lt;/span&gt; tu tanya sama sorang mamat berapa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pointer&lt;/span&gt; dia. Dia kata 4 Flat. Yang lain ada 3.7, 3.8 pun ada. Hati gua berbisik celaka. Mujur gua duduk baris belakang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, gua lupa nak kerek satu benda. Kursus ni buat dekat A'Famosa Resort, Melaka. Amacam? Eksklusif tak? Masa untuk acara penyampaian amanat biasiswa, sekali lagi gua duduk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;table&lt;/span&gt; belakang. Kali ni dia buat cara &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banquet&lt;/span&gt;. Ala, yang meja susun banyak-banyak macam orang kahwin dekat hotel tu. Tujuan gua duduk belakang kali ni berbeza dari tadi. Sekarang pasal makanan dia letak satu meja besar di belakang gaya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buffet&lt;/span&gt;. Dah gua meja belakang, apa lagi, tangan gua capai saja la apa yang dapat. Sepanjang taklimat mulut gua menguyah. Habis taklimat pun gua kasi kunyah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sudah makan, semua beredar ke &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuttle&lt;/span&gt; untuk dihantar ke rumah masing-masing. Ya, gua duduk rumah dekat sana. Gua dengan Sujak dapat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;master bedroom&lt;/span&gt;. Siapa yang datang buat muka tak puas hati nak tumpang semua kena halau. Oh, berbalik kepada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuttle&lt;/span&gt; tadi. Kalau lu orang tak tau, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuttle&lt;/span&gt; ni macam bas tak ada tingkap. Yang macam dekat Zoo tu. Nak jadikan cerita, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuttle&lt;/span&gt; yang gua naik memang steady. Dia pecut lain macam. Gua apa kisah. Gua lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sambil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuttle&lt;/span&gt; tu bergerak, gua layan angin segar A'Famosa. Tenang gua rasa. Kawasan rumah pun nampak macam dah tak jauh dah. Sebelum masuk kawasan perumahan, ada satu pondok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guard&lt;/span&gt;. Palangnya di angkat separuh, muat-muat kereta nak lalu. Drebar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuttle&lt;/span&gt; gua tetap maintain kelajuan. Gua tak cemas, tapi gua keliru. Gua rasa mungkin dia saja nak buat brek kecemasan bagi makwe-makwe yang ada dalam shuttle kagum dengan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skill&lt;/span&gt; beliau memandu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuttle&lt;/span&gt;. Sekali............ PRANGGGG!!! Bumbung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuttle&lt;/span&gt; terkena palang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guard&lt;/span&gt; yang sedang bertugas terkejut beruk. Padan muka, siapa suruh tidur masa bertugas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi! lu buta ka tak nampak palang!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sound guard&lt;/span&gt; sambil kesat air liur di pipi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dah lu tak buka apa pasal!!" Drebar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuttle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; balik &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cover&lt;/span&gt; malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Takut sakit baik pergi mati." - Spider, Ngam Ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-930990146869807275?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/930990146869807275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/kisah-klasik-mmu-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/930990146869807275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/930990146869807275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/kisah-klasik-mmu-5.html' title='Kisah Klasik MMU #5.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-5198093723187457371</id><published>2009-08-23T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:07:02.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Atmosfera Ramadhan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada satu benda yang aku tak pernah buat dari dulu. Memberi ucapan klise seperti 'Selamat Berpuasa' dan yang seangkatan dengannya. Bila aku buka saja &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, Boleh kata semua 'facebookers' memberi ucapan yang lebih kurang sama dan disusuli dengan perbincangan hendak berbuka di mana. Aku tak suka. Aku rasa sebagai seorang lelaki, hal seperti menu berbuka langsung tak patut timbul. Benda senang, pergi mana-mana bazaar berdekatan, jalan dari mula sampai hujung pasar dan patah balik, terus start beli, esok tak perlu jalan sampai belakang sebab dah tahu apa yang nak dibedal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sepanjang pengalaman aku berpuasa untuk lebih kurang 15 tahun yang lepas, apabila tibanya bulan Ramadan, ada beberapa perubahan yang berlaku pada diri aku. Dan aku rasa lebih afdal lagi kalau aku senaraikan hal-hal berikut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Imbangan Badan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini ada benda pertama yang aku perasan tiap kali bulan puasa. Biasanya, aku akan letak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wallet, thumbdrive&lt;/span&gt; dan kunci kereta ber'keychain' di poket seluar kiri dan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handset&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lighter&lt;/span&gt; dan kotak rokok di poket seluar kanan. Jadi kiri kanan poket aku aku penuh setiap kali aku keluar rumah dan kerana kesempurnaan imbangan aku, aku jarang tertinggal semua barang penting seperti &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wallet&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handset&lt;/span&gt;. Masa bulan puasa pula, aku terpaksa meninggalkan set tembakau aku dan ini menyebabkan kocek kanan aku mempunyai banyak ruang kosong. Dan setiap kali aku berjalan, tangan kanan aku akan rasa kurang selesa kerana tak dapat merasa bucu kotak rokok. Dan setiap kali aku duduk pula, tangan kanan aku akan berkali-kali meraba poket kanan. Perasaannya seperti ada sesuatu yang tercicir dari kocek dan ia adalah sangat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Tidur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oleh kerana saiz badan aku yang sasa, tak bermakna aku suka tidur. Malah aku rasa purata aku tidur dalam sehari pada hari biasa adalah selama 5 jam. Dan aku tak layak menerima nama jolokan seperti Nobita atau Rudit kerana tidur bukan hobi aku. Tapi lain pula sepanjang bulan puasa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeping is my favorite past time&lt;/span&gt;. Ada can saja aku akan bedal tidur. Kalau bulan lain aku suka menguap dalam kelas, bulan puasa pula aku suka tidur dalam kelas. Ya, sikap dan perasaan aku sedikit radikal kalau aku tak makan tengahari. Tapi sebab berpuasa adalah tanggungjawab kita, maka kita kena bersabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Rokok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, ini adalah satu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;item&lt;/span&gt; yang ekonomikal masa bulan puasa. Kalau bulan lain aku akan belanja RM7.50 untuk sekotak Winston selama sehari, tapi masa bulan puasa aku akan belanja RM7.50 untuk sekotak Winston selama dua hari. Dengan kata lain, secara tidak langsung aku mendapat potongan harga 50% untuk sekotak rokok. Kelas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lecture&lt;/span&gt; masa bulan puasa memang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; bosan. Dan aku terpaksa harungi tanpa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smoke break&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi dalam masa yang sama ia menambahkan lagi kenikmatan rokok itu bila dibakar tatkala masuk waktu Maghrib nanti. Dia punya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legend.... wait for it.... dary!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Legendary!!&lt;/span&gt; heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Mapley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang ni pun ekonomikal juga. Masa bulan puasa, jemputan untuk acara lepak di mapley telah berkurangan sebanyak 80%.  Secara tidak langsung perbelanjaan seharian aku dan bilangan rokok yang dihisap dalam sehari juga berkurangan. Satu bulan tak minum teh 'o' ais dan makan roti kosong kari kambing mapley langsung tidak menjejaskan pendapatan sebulan tauke mapley dan pekerja - pekerja mapley yang setiap hari membanting tulang empat kerat juga dapat berehat dengan tenang pada bulan puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Study untuk Test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah satu perkara yang paling mencabar bagi aku. Kadar keupayaan aku boleh menghafal atau melakukan set kira-kira adalah bacaan satu topik/5 set kira-kira kepada sebatang rokok. Jadi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt; pada siang hari adalah agak mustahil. Dan menurut pada firasat aku, aku akan menghadapi lima &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;test&lt;/span&gt; sebelum raya dan dua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;test&lt;/span&gt; daripadanya mungkin akan dilakukan selepas waktu berbuka. Sampai sekarang aku masih tiada strategi yang sesuai untuk menghadapi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;test&lt;/span&gt; selepas waktu berbuka. Mengikut kajian sainstifik aku, otak dan perut tak boleh berkerja sama laju. Bayangkan, dengan kedaan perut yang sendat cuba untuk 'decarbonise' nasi lauk ayam serta murtabak dan pada masa yang sama otak yang tepu pula cuba meng'carbonise' setiap formula yang ada, aku rasa diri sendiri macam pusat kitar semula karbon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Epic failure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;6. Menulis blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai blogger, masa yang paling ngam bagi aku untuk menulis adalah selepas jam 12 malam. Masa ni idea mebuak-buak macam gunung berapi. Tapi kalau pada hari itu gunung berapi tak berapa nak aktif, kita boleh tidurkannya saja. Atau dengan bahasa yang lebih sesuainya, w&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e just can sleep it off&lt;/span&gt;. Masalah yang paling besar jika menulis semasa bulan puasa ada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time limit&lt;/span&gt;. Bayangkan, aku mula menulis selepas pukul 12 malam dan purata aku menulis adalah selama 3 jam untuk satu entri dan setiap kali habis menulis, aku memerlukan selama sejam untuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cooldown&lt;/span&gt; sebelum tidur. dengan ini, secara tidak langsung masa tidur aku juga akan berkurangan dan menyebabkan aku mengambil keputusan untuk curi tidur pada setiap masa yang terluang. Pada musim puasa tahun lepas, aku berjaya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discover&lt;/span&gt; satu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time range&lt;/span&gt; yang paling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; untuk menulis, selepas bersahur. Aku tak maksudkan isi entri yang bagus tapi perasaan semasa menulis, memang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt;. Dari kegelapan malam hingga ke sinaran pagi, aku tak boleh nak bayang dengan kata-kata, kau kena rasa sendiri. Tapi orang kata, setiap benda yang terbaik ada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;downside&lt;/span&gt; nya yang tersendiri. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Downside&lt;/span&gt; untuk menulis blog selepas bersahur adalah aku tak dapat meraikan kesiapan entri aku dengan sebatang rokok. Rasa macam makan nasi lauk ayam tak ada kuah, macam tu la agaknya aku rasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampaknya hidup aku ni paling banyak bergantung dengan rokok. Kronik rupanya masalah aku ni, tapi aku peduli apa, itu aku punya pasal. Okay, aku dah tak ada idea merepek lain lagi untuk ditulis. Jam pun dah pukul 3 pagi. Dah tiba masanya untuk aku &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cooldown&lt;/span&gt; dan melakukan tiduran yang paling lena dalam masa sejam sambil mendengar lagu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;. Adios dan selamat malam dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"How bout stopping eating when I'm full up." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Alanis Morissette, Thank You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-5198093723187457371?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/5198093723187457371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/atmosfera-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5198093723187457371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5198093723187457371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/atmosfera-ramadhan.html' title='Atmosfera Ramadhan.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-6738742946651767035</id><published>2009-08-17T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:36:30.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Bernafas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hidup. Satu perkara yang cukup abstrak. Selautan kata boleh didiskripsi tentang hidup tapi tiada satu pun yang dapat puaskan nafsu manusia. Kerana hidup, manusia gembira. Kerana hidup, manusia menangis. Hidup punya manipulasi yang besar pada manusia. Manusia gembira dapat hidup, tetapi tidak sesaat pun mereka sedar yang beruntungnya punya hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kenapa manusia lupa? Mereka tidak sedarkah beruntungnya mereka punya hidup? Jika kamu soal aku, aku sendiri ragu akan jawapannya kerana aku juga manusia. Manusia yang punya segala kekuatan di dunia tetapi lemah dalam menggunakannya. Gahnya manusia sehingga mampu bertapak kukuh di muka bumi berjuta tahun lamanya. Tetapi kenapa kuatnya manusia, tidak seorang pun mampu memiliki nyawa seribu tahun? Jauh sekali hidup kekal abadi. Adakah kerana manusia tidak kenal beruntung hidup atau mereka tidak sanggup hidup selamanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kamu manusia yang berkuasa, impikan hidup kekal abadi. Masakkah fikirmu itu? Punya kulit tegang selamanya tidak runsingkah kamu? Punya tenaga muda seratus tahun lamanya tidak jelakkah kamu? Manusia semua sepakat setuju, dahulu rasai masinnya garam, dahulu ilmu penuh di dada. Tapi manusia lupa, hidup kekal abadi tidak bermakna manusia itu sudah sempurna. Cacat itu kekal abadi pada insan bernama manusia dan kerana itu hidup kekal abadi adalah mustahil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kamu mungkin berfikir aku tak ingin hidup. Jangan melatah. Jangan berdekah. Aku masih punya kewarasan. Nafasku masih berbau. Cuma rasaku hambar menatap esok. Mungkin lenaku dapat menghapus rasaku. Tapi hari kemudian siapa yang tahu. Petangku risau, malamku gelisah, kenapa pula siangku ceria? Menyandang gelaran manusia bukan mudah. Saban hari diketuk jadi manusia. Diketuk yang lain terngadah sendiri namun esoknya lolos kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sombongnya manusia tak ingin mengalah. Punya paras yang sama kenapa perlu bermusuh? Masing-masing manusia yang lemah, kenapa perlu ada perasaan begitu? Tangan dihiris pisau tetap akan berdarah. Pedihnya juga sama, menggelisat sendirian kamu juga begitu. Kenapa masih terus bercakaran? Sekuntum kemesraan makin layu mekarnya, langit semakin kemarau mengering lautan. Bila agaknya ia sanggup mekar kembali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"If I leave here tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, would you still remember me?" - Lynyrd Skynyrd, Freebird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-6738742946651767035?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/6738742946651767035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/bernafas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6738742946651767035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6738742946651767035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/bernafas.html' title='Bernafas.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3585527887930989259</id><published>2009-08-15T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:37:36.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Patience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, another chance for TV. I thought tonight I was going for some 'cerekarama' like any other saturday nights in the 90's. But I was wrong. Not your typical Malaysian drama but instead an Indonesian film. The adaptation from the so-called best selling novel, Ayat-ayat Cinta. At first. I was a bit reluctant to watch it but I watch it anyway for tonight is my customary TV's night. And also I want to know what the fuss is about. People been talking so many times about it last year. And so I thought it was just another great love story so I just skip it being it is an Indonesian film. I thought I can't go on watching it without subtitles since I thought they would used a dialect. Okay so many thoughts about a film and I funny enough, I didn't felt a bit curious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so I did watched it but then suddenly on the halfway, I got interrupted by my sister as she want to watch another show. And once again I'm a bit surprise, I didn't used my veto power. Usually I would instantly get angry and took off the remote by force and shove off some nasty words which will lead to a week of silent. But you know, the movie somehow got me to think, guys doesn't need to be, how should I say, 'keras hati'. Instead, as the main character, Fahri, is one soft hearted person. He spoke softly and a bit feminist on the side. Seriously, I never saw anyone behave like that. As apart from the 'usrah' people, I guessed they probably as the same as any of us. Since I like to read people, at one glance I could summarize everything about them. So I pretty much guessing they're the same as me. Well, you just know when someone isn't sincere enough when they're talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a whole new personality. I never thought of this behavior before. Being it is a man created fiction, I thought a man who wrote these probably a genius. Well, I don't know if it was a true story or not but it seems fiction to me. Nevertheless, for me, the ability of the writer to portrayed the character is outstanding. Ah, I guess I need to find someone who still own the avi. I need to know the end of the story. I hate the feeling of being left hanging. Somehow this film managed to show me on how to be patience in a different way. It was hard, believe me. Rage is easy but patience is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Sometimes, I get so tense, but I can't speed up the time." - Patience, Guns N' Roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-3585527887930989259?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3585527887930989259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3585527887930989259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3585527887930989259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/patience.html' title='Patience.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-2672474572571939106</id><published>2009-08-13T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:25:45.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><title type='text'>Jambu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SoPaRlUYqQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d9iFBbGs1F4/s1600-h/guava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SoPaRlUYqQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d9iFBbGs1F4/s320/guava.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369375176366008578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lu orang ingat gua suka ke makan buah jambu? Gua makan jambu masa bosan saja. Kalau lu orang letak jambu depan gua, siap asam semangkuk, tak ada gua nak terliur punya. Lagi sedap makan nasi dari makan jambu. Tapi ini hari gua ingat nak jadikan jambu makanan feveret gua. Pasal jambu boleh kasi gua gigil satu badan hari ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto dirembat dari &lt;a href="http://www.ilivetocook.com/cookbook/cooking.asp?ID=521"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"And who knows I might feel better, if I don't try and I don't hope." - The Corrs, What Can I Do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-2672474572571939106?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/2672474572571939106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/jambu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2672474572571939106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2672474572571939106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/jambu.html' title='Jambu.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SoPaRlUYqQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d9iFBbGs1F4/s72-c/guava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1171731466878318777</id><published>2009-08-11T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:41:42.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedtime Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Ekspedisi Ke Tahun 2001.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku menguap panjang. Aku cuba hiburkan diri sendiri dengan memalu meja ikut irama. Irama rock kangkang yang aku bawa sangat berterabur tapi gaya rokers itu ada. Aku tak palu atas meja saja, aku palu tepi meja dan laci sekali. Baru tenaga rock itu ada, meriah. Selepas dua tiga paluan, aku dapat rasakan nada paluan pada laci aku sedikit misteri. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Off beat&lt;/span&gt; kata orang putih. Bunyinya jauh sedu sedan kedengaran. Curiga, aku buka terus laci. Aku hairan kerana aku tidak terkejut apabila aku ternampak sebuah tikar putih yang lengkap dengan peranti elektronik serta sebuah lampu sorot warna-warni di hujung ekornya. Kerana terlebih gula dalam badan, aku selamba panjat masuk laci dan duduk atas tikar dalam dunia tiga dimensi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standard procedure...&lt;/span&gt;" Bisik hatiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku cuba faham setiap fungsi butang pada alat peranti tanpa buku manual. Tak susah. Alat ni mesra pengguna. Aku masukkan tarikh 10hb Mei 2001. Hari Khamis. Kenapa aku pilih tarikh ni aku pun tak tahu. Mungkin kerana aku tak mahu buang masa fikir tarikh. Takut mesin ni tiba-tiba rosak dan aku terlepas peluang. Aku terus tekan butang OK sambil memutar-mutar stereng yang tiada langsung fungsi navigasi. Dalam perjalanan ke cahaya putih, aku kira-kira umur aku pada tahun 2001 ialah 15 tahun. Okay, kemana agaknya lah benda ni bawa aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku masuk ke cahaya putih dan secara automatiknya kepala aku terkeluar dari laci meja yang sama. Bezanya meja ini ada di rumah lama aku. Aku jeling jam gaya perisik, pukul 12.30 tengahari. Kalau hari ni hari Khamis, mesti aku ada di sekolah. Dalam pukul 2 nanti aku yang umur 15 tahun mesti pulang ke rumah. Jadi aku mengambil keputusan untuk ke dapur dan mencekik apa yang patut dahulu. Lapar pula, tadi lupa nak makan. Rasa bedebar pula keluar dari pintu bilik sendiri dalam rumah sendiri. Ah, pintu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sliding door&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grill&lt;/span&gt; berkunci. Tak ada orang di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku cuba bergerak sekitar rumah dengan cermat. Aku tak mahu nanti makcik sebelah ambil kesempatan telefon Mazidul. Eh, tahun ni mana ada program 999 lagi. Aku tersilap kiraan. Aku angkat tudung saji di dapur. Ada sepinggan baki nasi goreng. Pagi tadi punya nasi aku kira. Aku sapu bersih semua. Sambil menunggu kepulangan aku yang satu lagi, aku baring di ruang tamu sambil tengok TV. Rumah aku masih tiada Astro masa ni, jadi aku belasah tengok Smart Shop saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiba-tiba aku rasa ada benda yang mencucuk perut. Rasa macam penyapu lidi. Aku buka mata perlahan-lahan. Eh, aku yang satu lagi! Terkejut beruk aku dibikinnya. Aku duduk bersila, dia masih berdiri. Dia macam menggelatar saja nampak aku tapi dalam masa dia buat-buat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steady&lt;/span&gt;. Gaya gagah pasang kuda-kuda dan memegang penyapu lidi posisi pemain besbol. Budak ni kalau aku sergah sekali mesti bersepah lari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Sr: Oi, rilek ah, letak penyapu tu dulu. Mari duduk depan aku, kita sembang sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Jr: Err.... Abang ni datang dari masa depan ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Sr: Hoh... Terer... Betul kau teka tu. Aku sebagai diri sendiri berasa bangga dengan kebijaksanaan diri sendiri. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Jr: Errr.... Jadi abang ni saya lah kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Sr: Iyee.... Apsal? Tak percaya? Nak aku tunjuk IC? Zaman aku IC dah lain kau tau. Dah pakai &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smart Card&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi fungsi dia tetap macam sekarang. Tak smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Jr: (Mengeluh) Bukan tak percaya. Tapi kecewa. Pasal tak kurus-kurus. Lagi debab ada. Tak hensem pulak tu. Rambut serabai macam tak pernah sikat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Sr: Ish.. kau ni aku sekali penampar kang baru ada akal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Jr: Tak nak bang... tak nak bang.... (Sambil halang pakai tangan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Sr: Ni gaya rock lah. Kau mana tahu. Layan Backstreet Boys saja. Dan jangan panggil aku abang. Telinga aku dah naik buasir dengar. Aku kau sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Jr: BSB tak cukup rock ke..... kau? Lagu 'Rock Your Body' tu kan rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Sr: tengkorak kau rock! Ah, sudahlah. Aku tak nak cakap bukan-bukan. Apa kau suka, kau suka saja ikut suka hati kau. Karang aku tertukar masa depan karang. Sayur aku jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Jr: Ye! Baiklah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Sr: Okay, dengar sini baik-baik. Apa saja yang kau buat mulai hari ini, kau buat dengan fikir panjang. Baik buruk segala benda tu kau kasi timbang padat-padat. Kalau tak nampak buat peta minda. Cikgu kau dah ajar kan peta minda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Jr: Dah, tapi saya tak suka guna pasal macam perempuan kena pakai banyak kaler. Awan-awan lah. Saya ada sebatang saja pen Kilometrico kaler biru. Pensel tekan sebatang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Sr: Ha.... mari aku tunjuk rock punya peta minda. Bak sini pen dengan kertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun tunjuk kepada dia peta minda ikut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt; dan beri sedikit penjelasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Sr: Haa... amacam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Jr: Lah... cara ni lah saya guna selalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Sr: Ish! tadi kata tak reti! Aku terajang karang baru kau tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Jr: Okay...okay... sorry... sorry... (Tangan halang muka sekali lagi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Sr: Rilek ah. Aku gertak saja. Bukan nak tibai betul-betul. Kau dengar sini baik-baik. Kau lepas ni jangan buat tangan macam tu lagi. Kalau takut pun kau buat-buat berani. Nak lagi masyuk kau lawan balik. Nanti kau rasa puas dia. Jantan sikit beb. Kau tu lelaki! Tegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Jr: Tapi tiap kali saya fikir nak lawan balik mesti mengigil punya. Macamana nak buat tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Sr: Jangan risau. Menggigil tu aku pun tak dapat ubah. Tapi kalau kau buat-buat keras saja. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand your ground&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight for your rights&lt;/span&gt;. Aku dah rasa palat kaw-kaw jangan fikir dua kali nak kasi penumbuk. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Jr: Okay....... Nanti saya fikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Sr: Fikir pulak dah. Tak apa. Aku tahu diri aku sendiri. Kalau aku kata aku fikir tu. Memang betul punya aku fikir. Lagi-lagi kalau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;event&lt;/span&gt; pelik macam ni. Dan ingat! Kau mesti selalu fikir masa depan. Jangan ingat nak seronok saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Jr: Baik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku Sr: Okaylah, aku dah penat ceramah kau ni, aku nak balik sambung tidur. Selamat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Jr: Selamat... err... petang.... selamat petang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku terus panjat laci meja bilik aku dan terus pulang ke tarikh 11hb Ogos 2009. Setibanya aku di sini, aku tutup laci kemas-kemas dan terus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;landing&lt;/span&gt; atas katil dengan posisi mengiring menandakan yang aku dah cukup penat dan mahu tidur lebih lama dari biasa. Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Di dalam jaga ku tercari-cari, di dalam tidur termimpi-mimpi." - Mega, Bayangan Gurauan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-1171731466878318777?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1171731466878318777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/ekspedisi-ke-tahun-2001.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1171731466878318777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1171731466878318777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/ekspedisi-ke-tahun-2001.html' title='Ekspedisi Ke Tahun 2001.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-97960626174269334</id><published>2009-08-11T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:00:37.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>QWERTY Habit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes people ask, did I own a blog. I will most definitely answered no. Then what exactly the point of publishing gibberish thought to the world if I don't tell anyone about it? My reason are simple, this is a new revolution for 'speaking to wall' habit. You know, I figured that I spent my whole life up until now for not speaking my words. I pretty much bottled it inside. Even though I had a huge lung capacity to sing Amuk's or Slipknot's song, I never used it in my daily conversation. You know when you're supposed to voice out something but then you did voice it out but just the tone wasn't high enough and you're end up being ignored which basically you didn't care or you just being a wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am most definitely admired people with high tones. Even the whole room can heard them whisper. So basically these kind of people is hard to ignored. The power that I wish I had. Well, I know for a fact that the power of money speaks louder than words but when you're still a student or a modern slaves, it is practically useless if you were never born from the upper side family. And I believe that kind of power is rarely applied around my neck. And that is why I wrote all these shit since I knew it could never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How did I felt when someone mentioned about the existence of my blog? Flattery and creepy at the same time. It creeps me out because suddenly I felt that I am just like a book who can be read easily by others and I am so not a mystery anymore. And because I keeps everything on the D.L, plus a weird pseudonym, no one besides the close one did ever find out about my blog. And I'm not a chicks magnet so I'm quite relieved that I am not psychologically forced to change my writing style. If that ever happen (chick's flood), I think I couldn't bear thinking and imagining a whole lot of scenario thus resolute me to change my writing style to a more fancy G-rated style. Ah, hello Disney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a complicated ways of thinking. When I said that I considered all the scenario, in actuality I really did that. I blamed myself for thinking too deeply while practicing Math. I sort of started to calculate the percentage in all my decision. Except for the small one of course. You know when I am in a really uncomfortable conversation, I sort off can see the happiness graph besides their heads. You know to increase the bar I should tackle a few question which I know will work out the conversation but since I didn't had the harmonic tone ability, it most definitely end up in the slum. That's is why I keep quiet every time I feel awkward because I know that everything I said wasn't gonna work. Oh god, spare me some creativity and intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Who would buy tickets for an event which happened yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;...Time Travellers." - Dennis and Gordon, Run Fatboy Run.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-97960626174269334?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/97960626174269334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/qwerty-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/97960626174269334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/97960626174269334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/qwerty-habit.html' title='QWERTY Habit.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-495428888657251720</id><published>2009-08-11T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:46:37.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Saya Suka Lobak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SoFLqrXsS_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eI5BEQCOv3Y/s1600-h/Image073.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SoFLqrXsS_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eI5BEQCOv3Y/s320/Image073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368655427371027442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Saya rasa foto ini begitu abstrak hingga ke Planet Zargus." - Kuntil Midon.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-495428888657251720?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/495428888657251720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/saya-suka-lobak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/495428888657251720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/495428888657251720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/saya-suka-lobak.html' title='Saya Suka Lobak.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SoFLqrXsS_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eI5BEQCOv3Y/s72-c/Image073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3214082181327900221</id><published>2009-08-10T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:12:23.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Cerita Gua Minggu Ini.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minggu ni gua rasa jam gua bergerak dengan pantas. Minggu ni juga minggu gua demam. 2 hari tahan telan Panadol. Tapi bila rokok dah mula rasa kayu, gua mengambil tindakan untuk ke klinik. Suhu gua 40 darjah celcius, doktor simpati dengan gua, gua dapat cuti sakit dua hari. Tapi seronok dia tak macam seronok dapat cuti masa sekolah. Dada gua rasa berdebar. Hari gua cuti juga cikgu gua nak kasi kuiz, cikgu gua nak bikin 'lab'. Patutlah dada gua rasa berdebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elok saja demam gua kebah, datang penyakit penghabisan setiap kali gua demam. Selsema dan batuk. Gua agak dah. Jadi tempoh masa menghisap rokok perisa kayu gua bertambah. Walaupun batuk dan selsema, gua tetap steady lagi pergi orang kahwin dekat KL. Botak ajak, gua pergi saja. Lagipun yang kahwin tu pun member gua juga. Lepas itu lepak sama Botak depan balai bomba cerita hal hidup baru beliau. Beliau nampak gembira. Balik Bangi terus lepak sama Kecik dan Pejal. Tak ada benda lain, sembang benda sama juga. Makwe, wayang, kereta, opis, lepas tu makwe balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awal minggu gua ada lepak sama Kuman. Gua perasan orang dia pakai cermin mata hitam bingkai putih masa cari parking kereta. Bergaya betul brader ni. Orang bekerja. Mata beliau lain sikit sekarang. Bukan juling, tapi nampak gaya semangat bangsa itu ada. Hal bangsa kita, tokoh sana, tokoh sini, tapi gua dengar tak masuk telinga. Gua tak dapat follow jiwa beliau. Tapi gua kagum juga sebab jarang-jarang gua nampak anak muda punya misi bina bangsa. Mata beliau benar berubah tapi perut beliau masih 'maintain'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ini hari Ahad. Member gua ajak tengok wayang. Cerita &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G.I Joe&lt;/span&gt; mula pukul 7 beli tiket pukul 4. Berbincang port makan dalam sejam. Ambil kira segala faktor dari harga sampai ke rasa. Semua punya hujah yang kukuh, gua macam biasa, ikut saja keputusan juri. Kemudian lepak hisap rokok, bincang isu semasa, tengok makwe, baru mula tengok wayang. Gua bukan 'fanboy'. Gua tak bajet apa-apa. Bagi gua, cerita ni terbaik pasal tak sekali pun buat gua rasa nak lelap. Kejap-kejap gaduh, kejap-kejap letup, kejap-kejap perang, kejap-kejap makwe. Tapi yang paling gua tekun tengok tak kelip mata, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baroness&lt;/span&gt;. Memang gua minat. Habis wayang, balik, lepak rumah member, kutuk member lebih kurang, member ajak layan bola, gua dah kuyu. 15 minit tengok, gua beransur pulang. Gua kena mula serius. Esok hari bisnes. 'Game Face' kena ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Kita sering dibatasi realiti dan fantasi." - Crossfire, Realiti dan Fantasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-3214082181327900221?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3214082181327900221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/cerita-gua-minggu-ini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3214082181327900221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3214082181327900221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/cerita-gua-minggu-ini.html' title='Cerita Gua Minggu Ini.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1320953928507008383</id><published>2009-08-03T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:07:23.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedtime Stories'/><title type='text'>Konsert Search Di Awan Biru '09.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;1 Ogos 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excited&lt;/span&gt; punya pasal, ayam tak berkokok lagi aku dah bangun. Tak menjadi satu masalah bagi aku kerana hari-hari pun aku bangun tanpa dengar bunyi kokokan ayam kerana dekat rumah aku memang tak ada ayam hidup. Kemudian aku bersiap lebih kurang dan menghantar satu pesanan ringkas kepada Adib. Seperti yang disangka, tiada jawapan. Aku syak dia sedang lena diulit mimpi. Jadi aku mengambil keputusan untuk melayari &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Saja nak tengok gelagat manusia pagi hari. Kemudian Mad menyusul &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt;. Mad tukar status 'ke awan biru'. Aku jadi makin bersemangat. Setelah bersembang lebih kurang dengan Mad, aku terima satu pesanan ringkas dari Adib. Katanya baru bangun. Aku dah agak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oleh kerana Adib sudah sedar dari lenanya, aku terus capai tuala untuk mandi. Sebelum tu aku letak tiket konsert atas meja aku kemas-kemas. Takut tertinggal pula nanti. Selesai mandi, aku cari seluar jeans koyak aku. Alamak, besar sangat koyaknya. Aku membatalkan niat aku untuk sarung seluar tersebut dan menyarungkan seluar jeans biasa. Aku selongkar bawah katil aku untuk mencari beg silang. Jumpa. Aku isi semua barang, apa yang patut. Isi punya isi, tiba-tiba aku rasa lain macam. Rasanya seperti berat beg aku ni tak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt;. Kena buat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balancing&lt;/span&gt; ni karang, aku berseloroh sendirian. Setelah sempurna semuanya, aku keluar bilik dan duduk di ruang tamu. Kemudian disusuli sesi berdialog bersama adik aku yang kehairanan melihat aku berpakaian kemas pada pagi hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ke mana Along?" tanya adik aku, sedikit bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pergi tengok Konsert Search." Aku jawab selamba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, bila masa Along beli tiket?" tanya adik aku lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Semalam, member Along belikan." Aku masih &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maintain&lt;/span&gt; selamba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ye ke? Mana tiket? Bak sini nak tengok!" Aku dah mula rasa adik aku layak jadi polis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oleh kerana mood aku baik, aku pun buka lah beg aku untuk mencari tiket. Selang beberapa saat, aku dah mula rasa medula aku tidak berfungsi. Rasa nak rebah pun ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arghh!! Mana tiket aku??!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bersepah aku lari ke bilik. Selongkar apa yang patut. Tetap tidak jumpa. Aku terus dilanda&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mood swing&lt;/span&gt;. Rasa nak terajang pintu pun ada. Aku duduk sambil cuba merasionalkan fikiran. Aku buat kira-kira siapa yang ada masuk bilik aku. Aku pandang semua barang-barang penting. Macam tak berusik. Aku cari rokok tenangkan fikiran. Oh! Baru aku perasan kotak rokok aku dah kurang. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashtray&lt;/span&gt; pun dah kosong. Tak syak lagi. Ini mesti kerja mak cik yang datang kemas rumah aku tiap-tiap minggu. Aku apa lagi, terus pergi selongkar beg plastik sampah dekat luar. Nasib aku baik. Tiket masih elok. Cuma berdebu abu rokok saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah selesai semua hal di Bangi, aku bertolak keluar tol adalah dalam pukul 12 tengahari. Cuaca mendung, hari tak panas, aku gembira. Hah, bab ni aku paling tak gemar. Jalanraya. Adalah mungkin aku agak suka dengan kereta tetapi aku tetap tak suka jalanraya. Jangan cakap jalan dekat England, jalan dekat Malaysia pun aku baru &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stage&lt;/span&gt; iqra' saja.&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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnbVlLmc-0I/AAAAAAAAADY/UkTPspxNnGM/s1600-h/Image058.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnbVlLmc-0I/AAAAAAAAADY/UkTPspxNnGM/s320/Image058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365710840804473666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Cuaca baik, hati riang, aku hisap rokok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mengikut plan, aku sepatutnya menghala ke Subang. Setelah keluar tol Sungai Besi, aku baru teringat nak tanya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exit&lt;/span&gt;. Sayangnya, exit yang sepatut aku masuk dah terlepas dan aku terpaksa masuk exit Kuantan Cheras yang mana tiada langsung berbau Subang mahupun USJ. Dipendekkan cerita, setelah jenuh berpesanan ringkas sama Adib, dan berGPS cara lama sama Pejal, aku pun tiba di depan Parkson Subang seraya menunggu untuk Adib datang menjemput.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnbX-QSOabI/AAAAAAAAADg/UM66pN_OqMU/s1600-h/Image060.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnbX-QSOabI/AAAAAAAAADg/UM66pN_OqMU/s320/Image060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365713470581795250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lega punya pasal, aku tertangkap gambar sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah kira-kira dua batang rokok kemudian, kelibat Kelisa plat Nogori terpacul. Sah ni kereta Mad, bentak hatiku yang jenuh memerhati setiap kereta yang lalu lalang. Mad memberi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high beam&lt;/span&gt; beberapa kali kepada aku. Seronok sangat jumpa aku agaknya. Mad dengan sakarstiknya mengatakan penat menunggu aku sampai dari Penang. Dan kemudiannya aku mengekori kereta Mad ke rumah Syafiq. Tapi sebelum itu kami sempat singgah ke kedai bundle. Kata Adib, ini rumah Syafiq. Walaupun aku dah tahu ini kedai bundle, tapi aku iyakan saja kata Adib. Saja bagi Adib seronok berseloroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempatlah juga aku sambar seluar dengan cap sehelai. Dan kemudiannya, kami terus bergerak ke rumah Syafiq yang sebenarnya. Setelah mandi dan berehat lebih kurang, kami terus bergerak ke rumah Mad di Subang juga. Mad nak parking kereta di sana. Pergi satu kereta saja baru senang. Adib suruh aku pandu deras sedikit, nak tengok band &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Republic of Brickfields&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perform&lt;/span&gt; katanya. Aku tak berkenan sangat dengan muzik indie, tapi aku tahu itu band Reggae. Dan seperti yang dirancang, kami tiba juga ke Stadium Bukit Kiara. Suasana begitu meriah dengan pelbagai gaya manusia yang berbaju serba hitam.&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/_Xp1RpANxT70/Snbf-P11nSI/AAAAAAAAADo/_nTN9qXAHWM/s1600-h/Image062.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/Snbf-P11nSI/AAAAAAAAADo/_nTN9qXAHWM/s320/Image062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365722266555751714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ketibaan di Bukit Kiara yang penuh sesak.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kami lepak sebentar di bahu jalan sambil menunggu Yae tiba. Setelah Yae sampai, kami terus bergerak ke pagar masuk konsert dan terus ke &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;booth&lt;/span&gt; jualan di tapak konsert. Aku sempat sambar sehelai baju Search. Yang lain pula sambar baju sehelai seorang Shiroi Neko. Aku ingat nak sambar juga tapi auntie itu bilang dia tertinggal satu kotak saiz XL di Johor. Memang bukan rezeki aku tapi duit aku selamat. Tak ada hal punya. Sambil bosan menunggu yang lain memilih baju, aku cuba dengar muzik yang di nyanyikan kumpulan Republic tersebut. Tidak semenanya vokalis tersebut menyanyikan satu lirik yang aku rasa sangat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt;. Lirik '&lt;span class="caption"&gt;aku bukan makhluk asing berkepala besar yang punyai kapal angkasa' membuatkan aku teringat yang ini adalah merupakan satu nota ringkas di blog &lt;a href="http://emansipasiajim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Rupanya aku baru tahu yang vokalisnya adalah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aru Koffin Kanser&lt;/span&gt;. Patutlah smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/Snboot3uvrI/AAAAAAAAADw/gug76YRTNCc/s1600-h/Image065.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/Snboot3uvrI/AAAAAAAAADw/gug76YRTNCc/s320/Image065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365731792264281778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Aru menyanyikan lagu Fantasia Bulan Madu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waktu yang dinantikan sudah hampir tiba, Aku dan yang lain terus ke tapak konsert untuk mencari tempat. Dan nasib kami agak baik kerana sempat curi masuk ke zon biru yang jaraknya tak berapa jauh dari &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stage&lt;/span&gt;. Sebelum acara bermula, emcee pentas tersebut banyak mengeluarkan kata-kata yang tidak kelakar dan dari situ aku dah syak mesti dia terpaksa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delay&lt;/span&gt; acara dan terpaksa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;control crowd&lt;/span&gt;. Sangat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; caranya. Kemudian menunggu mereka membacakan nama untuk cabutan bertuah. Cukup bosan dan meletihkan. Sampai akhirnya terpaksa panggil&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ismahalil&lt;/span&gt; untuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;control crowd&lt;/span&gt; dan memanaskan suasana yang semakin suram. Begitu juga kamera penonton yang berkali-kali pusing di langit untuk mengekalkan mood penonton. Kemudian satu pengumuman diberi oleh emcee menyatakan yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Search&lt;/span&gt; sudah sampai tapi tak dapat masuk kerana jalan kena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;block&lt;/span&gt; dengan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;double parking&lt;/span&gt;. Hati aku dah lega dari kebosanan, dan aku agak dalam 20 minit lagi Search akan sampai.&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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnbukmSaLxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_yIZzTiD9tU/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnbukmSaLxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_yIZzTiD9tU/s320/Image067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365738318578986770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tangkap sambil melompat dan terpijak kaki serta menyiku kepala orang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akhirnya Search tiba juga. Semua penonton turut bersorak riang diselangi mengutuk seorang brader yang yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dressing&lt;/span&gt; ala Rooney. Dalam masa lebih kurang 3 jam, Search memberikan persembahan yang agak baik ditambah pula dengan kehadiran &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kid&lt;/span&gt; semasa lagu Isabella. Tapi aku agak terkilan kerana &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt; tidak menyanyikan lagu Derap Komando. Nak kasi jerit, member sebelah pun tak dengar inikan pula Amy. Tapi aku tak kisah, aku layan kepala saja sambil dengar lagu. Boleh kata semua lagu rancak aku kasi rock habis dengan penuh tenaga. Sudah hampir penghujung lagu, aku dapat rasakan diri semakin tidak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fit&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi bak kata orang putih 'mind over matters'. Betul juga kata mereka. Semasa Amy memberitahu ingin menyanyikan sebuah lagu berkisarkan tentang Angin Syaitan, aku kembali bersemangat untuk rock semula. Sekali lagi habis bersepah kaki orang aku terpijak. Habis saja konsert kami sempat bergambar bersama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nasir&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yazit&lt;/span&gt;. Anggota Search yang lain kami langsung tidak berkesempatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnbwoI3FyvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tGIafDUsSiM/s1600-h/5296_108877928724_546638724_2250234_3633172_n.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnbwoI3FyvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tGIafDUsSiM/s320/5296_108877928724_546638724_2250234_3633172_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365740578422508274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Gua mengekalkan imej misteri semasa bergambar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah tamat semua acara, kami berangkat pulang dan kerana aku rock yang sangat amat masa konsert tadi, kaki aku secara automatik menjadi krem sewaktu aku cuba melakukan aksi lompat longkang. Semua kerana aku amat kurang bereksesais. Celaka, kejang dia rasa macam karipap pusing. Sudahnya Adib yang terpaksa bawa kereta. Malam itu kami lepak di William. Walaupun rasa Nasi Ayam Percik dia macam celaka, tapi aku tetap rasa kenyang kerana nasi dia saja boleh tahan. Ayam percik dia rasa macam selipar. Malam itu aku bermalam di rumah Mad. Mata aku  dah rabak, kaki aku masih lagi kebas, gerak sikit krem. Aku terus batalkan niat nak pulang malam itu. Walaubagaimanapun, Konsert Search tadi memang terbaik. Rock tahap dewa punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnbzsnfZ4oI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_1ouCZh4z_o/s1600-h/Image072.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnbzsnfZ4oI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_1ouCZh4z_o/s320/Image072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365743953899020930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Akhirnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Gua ingat nak layan Bunkface pula lah lepas ni." - Ujar aku sendirian penuh serius.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-1320953928507008383?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1320953928507008383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/konsert-search-di-awan-biru-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1320953928507008383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1320953928507008383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/08/konsert-search-di-awan-biru-09.html' title='Konsert Search Di Awan Biru &apos;09.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnbVlLmc-0I/AAAAAAAAADY/UkTPspxNnGM/s72-c/Image058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3250496832309812942</id><published>2009-08-01T02:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:12:38.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Berbaloi-baloi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnM-WKZsxoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lleJxP9ecBg/s1600-h/Image056.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/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnM-WKZsxoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lleJxP9ecBg/s320/Image056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364700131598583426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haaa.... Tiket sudah ada. Cuma nak tunggu esok malam saja. Lepas ni terbit satu lagi bab baru untuk Bedtime Stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Dan suaraku, akan pasti menjadi guruh. Yang menyambar dan pastikan membakar." - Search, Sutera Atau Rayon.&lt;/span&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/213680986501476363-3250496832309812942?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3250496832309812942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/berbaloi-baloi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3250496832309812942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3250496832309812942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/berbaloi-baloi.html' title='Berbaloi-baloi.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/SnM-WKZsxoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lleJxP9ecBg/s72-c/Image056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3725393365328878067</id><published>2009-07-30T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:45:06.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Fenomena Rambut Saya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah tiga bulan rasanya aku tak menjejakkan kaki ke kedai mamak gunting rambut. Rindu pula nak dengar siaran radio tamil kat sana. Kadang-kadang dia orang buka siaran TV tamil pun aku layan tengok juga. Walaupun tiada sarikata, aku rasa aku macam faham sebab aku mesti gelak punya setiap kali pelakon mereka beraksi. Tapi aku gelak sorok-sorok la. Kalau aku gelak kaw kaw karang, sekali rupanya itu babak putus cinta, mau rasanya mamak gunting rambut tu tikam aku dengan gunting dia karang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebab rambut aku dah lanjut usia, maka secara tak rasminya aku akan dilabel mengikut saiz rambut dan bukan lagi mengikut saiz perut. Aku rasa peratusan orang yang kenal aku pun sebab rambut aku saja. Aku rasa label saiz perut yang sasa ni dah jadi sangat klise. Orang pun malas nak mempertikaikan sangat. Aku teringat pula masa aku dan abah aku terserempak dengan member abah aku bersama anaknya. Seorang makwe. Aku dari MMU dia pun dari MMU. Abah aku biasalah, suka sangat menyakat, dia tanya makwe tu, seberapa kenalkah dia dengan aku. Dia bilang dia kenal. Luas kejap lubang hidung aku. Tapi aku bilang aku tak kenal dia. Dan memang aku susah nak ingat muka makwe-makwe random yang bertudung. Abah aku jeling anak matanya dengan aku. Mungkin dia ingat aku sangat popular dengan makwe-makwe. Tapi mengikut teori yang berjaya aku rangkul, mereka kenal mungkin sebab rambut aku yang carca merba. Tiada yang personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku teringat masa aku kecil dulu. Masa tu zaman suka baca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gila-gila&lt;/span&gt;. Aku cukup tak faham dengan fenomena rambut panjang kena potong. Kenapa nak rambut panjang? Kalau dah simpan rambut panjang, kenapa mak bapak mesti kejar satu kampung nak potong rambut anaknya? Sekarang aku dah faham aku pula buat begitu. Tapi sekarang zaman komputer mana ada dah fenomena berkejar satu kampung bawa gunting jahit baju. Ada pula di satu petang itu, aku terasa rajin nak ke kelas. Walaupun rajin ke kelas tapi aku terlupa pula nak sikat rambut. Pensyarah aku yang sangat konservatif orangnya memanggil nama aku untuk menanda kehadiran. Tapi kadar renungannya pada aku lebih 3 saat berbanding orang lain. Aku syak mesti dia terlupa nak bawa gunting jahit baju. Maka aku turut bersimpati dengannya kerana kami sama-sama pelupa. Walaubagaimanapun, setiap kali ke kelas aku mesti sebak rambut aku kebelakang kemas-kemas. Tanda hormat orang tua sebenarnya tapi hari itu aku tak sengaja, terlupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kadang-kadang berambut panjang ini menarik juga sebenarnya. Boleh pula petang tadi ada makwe senyum dekat aku. Aku balas saja senyumnya. Sekali lagi aku syak makwe tu mesti terlupa nak bawa gunting jahit baju juga. Bukan nak guntingkan rambut aku, tapi mungkin dia nak bagi aku sebagai hadiah. Tapi mungkin aku menolak kerana aku tak mahu guntingnya tapi aku mahukan hatinya. Ah, dah macam novel punya ayat cinta pula. Tapi walau apa pun tujuan makwe tersebut, aku rasa bersyukur kerana aku tidak terus melompat atas kereta sambil mengkarokkan lagu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gadis Misteri&lt;/span&gt; kepada makwe tersebut. Mungkin dia akan berterabur lari tak cukup tanah meninggalkan aku penuh kaget ditemani bunyi unggas-unggas di celah lalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada orang kata, rambut panjang ni susah nak jaga. Tapi bagi aku senang nak jaga tapi susah nak sikat. Sebabnya kerana rambut aku mudah bersimpul. Kalau diteliti betul-betul, semua jenis ikatan dalam buku pengakap ada atas kepala aku. Mungkin tersimpul masa aku sedang baring dan mungkin juga tersimpul kerana di tiup angin deras. Kau kenal dengan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;? Ha.. ini dia adik tiri Wolverine. Persamaan kami bukan lah dari segi kuku besi tapi dari segi rambut. Bezanya rambut abang tiri aku akan tercongek kiri dan kanan, tapi tidak aku. Rambut aku hanya tercongek sebelah kanan saja. Dan terjadinya congekkan rambut aku adalah pada setiap kali aku melakukan pemanduan jejaka ranggi tingkap terbuka. Mengikut prinsip Bernoulli, tekanan angin yang tinggi di rambut aku akan menyebabkan kuasa kuda kereta aku meningkat sebanyak 50 kuasa kuda. Banyak juga tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi sebab aku berambut panjang yang paling ultima sekali ialah kerana aku sangat berhajat ingin pergi ke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Konsert Search di Awan Biru&lt;/span&gt; pada 1 Ogos nanti. Karang tak nampak kemas pula aku pergi ke sana berambut pendek mengikut spesifikasi sekolah. Kalau tiada aral melintang, aku akan ke sana. Lirik lagu aku dah polish serba sedikit masa menaip post ini. Seluar koyak lutut aku dah basuh. Baju beli kat sana saja nanti. Oh ya, esok aku kena praktis jerit minta lagu kalau ada lagu smart Amy lupa nak nyanyi. Jaga kau Adib, aku tak ada nak  kasi warning punya nanti. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Kemarau di dalam dada." - Search, Fenomena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-3725393365328878067?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3725393365328878067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/fenomena-rambut-saya.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3725393365328878067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3725393365328878067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/fenomena-rambut-saya.html' title='Fenomena Rambut Saya.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-4624180708775427862</id><published>2009-07-29T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:17:13.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>My Absurd Idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought I give the television a chance today. And so I did. Luckily there is a movie worth watching for. It's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ramen Girl&lt;/span&gt;. Well, the storyline wasn't as good as your Oscar expectation but in some way, it tend to prove of what I have long expecting to do. Look, I love Japan. I wish I can go to Japan someday but not the point to live there forever. You know how much you hate your home country but someday you will missed it like crazy. Be patriotic once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is what I've imagine after a few puff of cigarette while looking at the sky outside of my windowpane. I though maybe someday I could stay there for about a few month and live there like a normal Japanese people. Doing various odd jobs. I will go there totally unprepared. So it will be like another chapter in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost In Translation&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I knew a bit of Japanese and I think I could survive. But after watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shinjuku Incident&lt;/span&gt;, it kind of made me want to change my mind. But what are the odds anyway? It's not like I'm gonna go there illegally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine this, you sick of your job and you just want to run away as far as you can. How about doing exactly as what I write before? Do you think it is possible? You know, you just take off without informing anyone. And upon your arrival, you start a log book of your own adventure. Just like the old times sailor. Write down every single things that happen to you. And maybe when you get back home, you could write a complete book about your journey and sold it to some other retards like yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could pulled these off someday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Someday I'll be so damn much more." - John Mayer, Bigger Than My Body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-4624180708775427862?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/4624180708775427862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-absurd-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4624180708775427862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4624180708775427862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-absurd-idea.html' title='My Absurd Idea.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-6038940011290238097</id><published>2009-07-23T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:23:20.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Radiohead - Just.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kau orang pernah tengok video clip Just? Band Radiohead punya lagu. Aku rasa nak letak video tu kat sini, tapi selepas aku berfikir selama dua tiga saat aku dah rasa give up. Jadi kau orang cari sendiri lah dalam Youtube. Tengok dulu sekali lalu, kalau tak faham tengok sekali lagi, Kalau bengap sangat tak payah tengok. Buat perabis beras Cap Rambutan Jalaludin Hassan saja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa kau pikir masa tengok video ni? Kau pikir apa yang brader tengah baring atas jalan tu cerita? Habis cerita, semua join brader tu baring atas jalan. Kalau dari segi imaginasi aku lah, brader tu macam dah dapat tahu atau dapat rasai satu kebenaran yang membuatkan brader tu sentap tiba-tiba. Tapi sebab brader tu 'founder' rahsia tu, maka dia pun ambil masa yang agak lama lah juga nak kasi telan semua. Tu yang jadi menung masa mandi, menung masa pakai baju dan last sekali baring atas jalan sambil menung. Macam segala harapan untuk hidup dah musnah sama sekali. Yang mendengar gorengan brader baring tu pun semua boleh jadi percaya. Orang UK patut undi brader tu jadi presiden. Konfem aman UK. Tak pun jahanam terus sebab semua jadi pemalas dan suka baring atas jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Berbalik pada tujuan asal brader baring tersebut. Bagi teori permulaan, mungkin dia baru patah hati, putus cinta. Makwe beliau sangat 'Angel' sampai kan dia mengalami kemurungan kerana tidak dapat menghubungi syurga untuk membuat laporan kehilangan makwe kerana talian syurga 'engage' 7 hari 7 malam. Dan secara tak sengaja, brader tersadung tu pun baru 'clash'. begitu juga brader polis dan juga brader sistah yang lain. Lantas brader Thom Yorke pun berkata dari tingkat lima,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bollocks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just because they've lost their bird that doesn't mean they could be lying on the fucking pavement! What a bloody twat!&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teori kedua, Sebab brader baring ni dah angin satu badan pasal bebudak Radiohead duduk jamming kat rumah dia dua puluh empat jam. Lepas mandi pakai baju apa semua, dia nak pergi balai buat laporan. Tapi masa tengah jalan tu beliau mengalami kekejangan otot yang amat sangat lalu mengambil keputusan untuk baring serta merta. Dan apabila ditanya oleh brader sadung, brader polis dan brader sistah, beliau pun 'explain' kenapa. Habis 'explain' mereka semua turut tumbang kerana turut mengalamai masalah kekejangan otot tahap kritikal. Lantas brader Thom Yorke menjengah seraya menjerit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oi mates! We've spread enough of swine flu right here! Lets get the fuck outta here before we get nicked&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teori terakhir. Brader baring cukup terkesima selepas menerima satu telegram dari sahabat baik beliau. Menurut isi kandung telegram tersebut, sahabat baik nya kini sudah pun memiliki sebuah Bugatti Veyron. Oleh kerana brader baring amat lurus orang nya, maka dia terus percaya. Puas dia memikirkan bagaimana seorang student engineering berjaya memiliki sebuah Bugatti Veyron dalam usia yang sangat muda. Dia jual dadah ke? Dia buat MLM ke? Argh! Kusut fikiran brader baring. Jadi beliau pun terus baring atas jalan sambil meneruskan pemikiran beliau. Dan selepas disoal siasat brader sadung, brader polis dan brader sistah, mereka terus menunjukkan simpati dengan kebendulan brader baring dengan cara 'join' baring sekali untuk berfikir. Orang UK ni sangat 'caring' sebenarnya. Ada yang lain tu mengambil kesempatan sebab nanti boleh masuk berita acara pecah rekod dunia baring beramai-ramai atas jalan. Lantas Thom Yorke pun menjengah kepalanya keluar tingkap bersama 'bandmates' nya yang lain seraya berkata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Shit! Oi Midon! You fucking liar! Look what've you done to them! You fucking tosser!&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Comes like a comet, suckered you but not your friend." - Radiohead, Just. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-6038940011290238097?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/6038940011290238097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/radiohead-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6038940011290238097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6038940011290238097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/radiohead-just.html' title='Radiohead - Just.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-7121224684236733083</id><published>2009-07-22T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:53:23.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Sentuhan Anti Midas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Benda yang aku paling suka dalam dunia, duit. Tapi nampaknya duit paling tak suka dengan aku. Ibarat tepuk sebelah tangan tak berbunyi. Kau jangan reka cerita ada bunyi, bunyi 'swoosh' pun tak ada. Tangan kau bukan cap Nike nak ada bunyi 'swoosh'. Bila duit datang sedebuk dari langit, memang tak akan lekat lama dengan aku. Ada saja masalah yang melibatkan ringgit mata wang Malaysia. Aku rasa mungkin dari segi rekaan duit kertas yang sangat futuristik membuatkan duit tak sebulu dengan aku kerana rekaan jiwa aku sangat purba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masa sekolah dulu aku ingat aku pernah beli satu buku kira-kira. Buku yang merekod segala hal ehwal pebelanjaan dalam sehari. Tapi satu hari pun belanja dua ringgit, apa lah sangat yang nak direkod? Tak ada fungsi langsung kalau hari-hari makan nasi lauk ayam RM2 tak ada baki. Memang tak tercapai langsung matlamat buku kira-kira tersebut. Aku beli pun sebab idola kartunis aku, Dato' Lat yang lukis ilustrasi. Maka aku dengan secara bijaksananya menukar fungsi buku tersebut kepada buku conteng. Buku conteng aku bukan conteng sebarangan, setiap lakaran penuh berseni, macam buku nota Matematik Tambahan aku masa Form 4 yang penuh dengan tulisan Sanskrit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku memang tak ada masalah langsung menggunakan nombor, selagi aku diberi sekeping kertas untuk melakukan operasi campur tolak. Cikgu Matematik aku masa darjah tiga dulu selalu denda aku ketuk ketampi sebab aku tak pandai-pandai mencongak. Walaupun berkali diketuk dan ditampi, aku tak pernah merungut pada orang lain selain dari diri sendiri. Bukan macam budak-budak sekarang, kena denda berdiri pun dah bilang mak bapak. Perangai macam laici. Mak bapak pun satu hal, terus mengadu dekat surat khabar tabloid tempatan untuk menuntut keadilan anak. Perangai sama macam anak, dua-dua laici. Macam mana laici pun mereka, aku tetap tak mahir mencongak sampai sekarang. Tadi masa aku beli buku pensyarah tanya berapa baki untuk buku RM75 ni? Aku jawab selamba RM15 sambil hulur RM100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bandingkan orang yang pergi kelas naik motor, aku memang bernasib baik sebab abah aku ada kereta lama yang dia tak pakai. Secara rasminya segala kerenah kereta ni, aku kena selesaikan. Baru 'indie'. Bak kata Pejal, tak 'indie' la pergi gig pun pakai kereta bapak. Dan bak kata Kecik pula, kau bila nak full servis kereta kau?. Bak aku kata pula, Aku tak nak servis kereta aku, nanti dia pecut macam Bugatti Veyron. Awal bulan hari tu aku baru ganti tayar seketul, dah botak dan benang terkeluar beserta pancit. Tengah bulan pula aku repair wiper punya shaft dan tukar mentol yang sudah tidak berfungsi. Ni malas aku nak lebih-lebih ni, baru kelmarin pun kereta aku meragam lagi. Karang aku tuang jugak garam dalam tank ni karang, buat cicah mempelam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gaya itu keunggulan. Walaupun Mundok tidak sebijak ini untuk mencipta tagline tapi aku dapat rasakan apa yang cuba disampaikan beliau ketika beliau sedang menghembus asap kepul-kepul donut sambil bersandar pada kereta di Kuala Berang suatu ketika dahulu. Mungkin beliau rasa dengan 'pose' tersebut makwe Kuala Berang seberang jalan akan jatuh hati dengan beliau. Aku pun merokok juga, tapi aku rasa segan untuk melakukan 'stunt' tersebut kerana ilmu belum cukup di dada. Tolak soal makwe, aku rasa aku memang perokok naga. Pantang ada peluang saja aku sedut. Masa tengah tulis ni pun banyak yang selesai disedut. Baru 'soul' A. Samad Said tu mari. Masa sesi perbincangan ilimiah di mamak jangan kira lah. Jumlah bahan bakarnya cukup untuk memanaskan secawan kopi! Aku agak sajalah, bunyi nya macam ngam saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah sedepa panjang dan sehasta lebar aku menulis, kau mesti tak kenal dengan Midas kan? Bodoh sial kau... Orang suruh pergi tadika belajar, bukan menangis kencing dalam seluar. Mari aku sipnosiskan. Midas ni adalah seorang raja yang tamak haloba mengalahkan Haji Bakhil Bin Haji Lebai Kedekut. Oleh kerana obes nya beliau dan obses nya beliau dengan harta maka beliau telah dikurnia satu 'superpower'. Di mana setiap kali beliau melakukan 'direct contact' dengan jari beliau, maka seluruh partikel dalam objek yang disentuhnya akan menjadi emas tulen dua puluh empat karat. Nak tahu cerita selanjutnya kau Google sendiri, aku tak nak jadi cikgu tadika. Tapi makwe bekerjaya sebagai cikgu tadika aku mau. Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Biarlah hantu, atau jembalang, balik kampung, tanam kacang." - P.Ramlee dan Saloma, Yang Mana Satu Idaman Kalbu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-7121224684236733083?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/7121224684236733083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/sentuhan-anti-midas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7121224684236733083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/7121224684236733083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/sentuhan-anti-midas.html' title='Sentuhan Anti Midas.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3154939034688731699</id><published>2009-07-21T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:40:20.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metaphor'/><title type='text'>Monolog Sekuntum Seroja.</title><content type='html'>Terpaku melihat sang seroja,&lt;br /&gt;Kembang mekar di taman larangan,&lt;br /&gt;Dipandang boleh di sentuh jangan,&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa begitu hati berdetik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harum mewangi melirik indah,&lt;br /&gt;Hati siapa yang tidak tertawan,&lt;br /&gt;Hingga Si Buta turut mengaku celik,&lt;br /&gt;Gusarkan seroja dipetik orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaki terkaku bibir terkebil,&lt;br /&gt;Impikan diri seorang bangsawan,&lt;br /&gt;Jalan bermegah tingkah tersisir,&lt;br /&gt;Yakin melangkah ke taman larangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa sang rembulan bersinar,&lt;br /&gt;menerangi seroja setiap waktu,&lt;br /&gt;Mataku alpa dengan kilaunya,&lt;br /&gt;Terlupa diri tersenyum sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangunlah dari lena petang mu,&lt;br /&gt;Enggang mungkin bersama pipit,&lt;br /&gt;Tidak soal dirimu yang mustahil,&lt;br /&gt;Kerna sayapmu masih mentah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puas teman membanting tulang,&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa tidak selinap senyap,&lt;br /&gt;Baculnya jiwa takut tersentap,&lt;br /&gt;Hijau rupanya hatimu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Setiap insan selalu terpikat, memandang teratai bunga indah." - Ramli Sarip, Teratai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-3154939034688731699?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3154939034688731699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/monolog-sekuntum-seroja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3154939034688731699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3154939034688731699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/monolog-sekuntum-seroja.html' title='Monolog Sekuntum Seroja.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-4448878622807903838</id><published>2009-07-20T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:06:46.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedtime Stories'/><title type='text'>Kereta Gua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tempoh hari gua ke Melaka untuk jemput adik gua dari matriks. Gua gerak awal sehari untuk jenguk member-member lama gua. Gua kalau datang melawat memang selalu tak kena masa. Tiap kali gua datang, member gua sibuk nak periksa lah, balik kampung lah, memancing lah dan macam-macam lagi. Gua tak kisah pun. Janji gua dapat jumpa dua tiga member, sembang lebih kurang pun dah cukup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari gua sampai Melaka itu hari, member gua semua sibuk nak tengok wayang. Tak kan gua nak melopong dekat Maple Bob sorang-sorang. Gua pun tempah lah tiket untuk malam tu. Nasib baik ada. Sudahnya malam tu separuh gerak dengan kereta gua. Dalam perjalanan nak ke sana gua memandu penuh steady sambil buka tingkap hisap rokok. Gua pandu slow saja, dalam 60 kilometer sejam macam tu. Sambil gua pandu sambil member gua yang lain berseloroh dengan Mundok. Tiba-tiba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KELEKUNG!! TANG!! TANG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terperanjat beruk gua! Gua syak gua terlanggar batang besi atas jalan. Tapi member gua kata ada benda bulat terjatuh atas jalan. Gua buat tak reti saja lah. Selagi gua bukan langgar manusia gua nak cuak buat apa. Sudah hisap rokok, gua pun tutup tingkap pasang air cond. Aduhai, air cond gua tak sejuk pulak! Macam celaka. Gua syak benda yang jatuh tadi mesti part dalam enjin gua. Lepas balik wayang, gua dan member gua kutip balik benda tu. Member gua kata benda ni untuk kompressor air cond. Gua turut berasa setuju kerana air cond gua tiba-tiba tak berfungsi. Esoknya gua jemput adik gua dengan rasa susah hati dan panas badan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ini, kelas gua kurang rancak, lepas lepak mamak, hati gua tergerak nak repair air cond. Gua ajak member gua sorang pergi survey kedai kereta. Kedai pertama gua pertama gua pergi memang kuat menipu macam keldai. Gua tunjuk compressor tu dari jauh saja dia dah geleng kepala. Suruh gua ganti baru satu set. RM200 lebih. Macam haram punya mahal. Kedai kedua gua pergi, dia kata nak ikat balik kompressor tadi, tapi lepas tauke dia jeling dia stret cakap benda ni magnet dia dah rosak. Check apa pun belum lagi. Harga nak tukar part ni saja dah RM120. Lagi macam celaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dengan rasa tertipu, gua pun ajak member gua chow. Kemudian member gua teringat nak calling member dia, tapi member dia balik kampung pulak. Tapi member dia suggest gua pergi kedai bengkel belakang kedai makan dekat MFI. Gua sampai sana member gua terus tanya pak cik tua yang sedang sibuk menukar tayar. Pak cik tua ni sekali tengok dah tau air benda ni air cond punya compressor. Gua rasa terkejut bercampur kagum buat beberapa saat. Dan sekali lagi gua di suggest untuk ke kedai air cond di Kajang untuk servis yang lebih bagus dan spare part yang lebih murah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gua pun gerak ke sana. Cadangan pak cik tua tadi memang terbaik. Tauke kedai tu memang bagus. Tak cekik darah gua punya. Dia cuba check dan dia kata benda ni masih boleh guna. Siap dia servis gas air cond gua lagi. Semua sekali RM45. Gua nak mintak kurang pun segan pasal dia tak tipu gua. Dia siap kata nasib baik gua kutip balik compressor ni, kalau tak sah-sah gua kena ganti satu set baru. Selamat duit gua hari ni, kereta gua juga kembali tip top tahap kereta lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Angan-angan ku disuatu masa, basikal kan ku tukar kereta." - Sudirman, Hidup Sederhana (Basikal Tua).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-4448878622807903838?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/4448878622807903838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/kereta-gua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4448878622807903838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/4448878622807903838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/kereta-gua.html' title='Kereta Gua.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-5700283821898181685</id><published>2009-07-20T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:46:40.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Self Revolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A brand new unpainted layout and a brand new unknown semester. The first class will started in a couple of hours and here I'm writing these thoughts. I just need to remind myself a few more times that I'm not gonna fucking lose this time around. I need focus. Yeah focus should be my new middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wouldn't ever to look into the past. That's a bittersweet history that I have to leave behind in a little space corner of my mind. Well, here I go now. My first step for a whole new glorious victory is to take some deep sleep for tomorrow morning classes. Good Night World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"So I'll start a revolution from my bed." - Oasis, Don't Look Back In Anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-5700283821898181685?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/5700283821898181685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/self-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5700283821898181685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/5700283821898181685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/self-revolution.html' title='Self Revolution.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-2149189561767033294</id><published>2009-07-19T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:03:59.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Sweetness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why do most people likes sweet things? Why can't they just go for the other taste? Let alone bitter. I guess only a few handful of people in these world likes the bitter taste. And the reason for that is always in a way of losing something in order to learn some great lesson about life. Really, I honestly don't understand of what are them fight for. I guessed I do have my own teenage angst. It just that is a lot of different level then other teenagers. Although, I think I'm not a teenager anymore but a young adult. But there is no way of one young adult to be this unreliable to take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, I'm in a phase where I probably should think that I should know a lot of things in a better way like some other people my age used to think. Networking with different peoples, provoking different thoughts... Herm, wouldn't that be great? As for myself, I've been put a wall in these for a past few years, and I think I should criticize anyone even though their action are fool enough to my bare naked eyes. Some people did choose a bitter path to go on with their lives just so they could meet their sweet endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But what am I doing right now is most probably what people used to called 'play it safe'. You know how a newly born baby clutching their hands because they wasn't ready to face the world and as soon as he can lifted his tenth finger, the they are ready to overcome what ever obstacles that awaits. And I still don't understand many things in the world. The abstract it become, the harder it is for me to concur. And there is one single kind of sweetness that I've yet to taste. A thing called love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've considered about this so many times. I hate the people that doesn't take these matter seriously as it was hard enough for me to understand. Far enough to realize anything. Maybe I'm not as sensitive as I though or maybe I was just running away. I love my freedom life, but sometimes I felt that something is missing in the whole process. Well, as far as the technology goes, people obviously have a mass kind of medium for them to learn about it. But I guess, unless you feel it first hand, you never know what it taste like. It's like you love sweet things but in the same time, you hate bitter things. You see, these two just can't work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, when you saw someone with an unpleasant attitude, you must've thought that he or she had a hard life. Maybe the cause of them being rebellious is just to show the world that they have nothing left to lose. And maybe deep down inside, their heart are just as soft as you're. It is just that they have always had a bitter experience in the past that they forgot how the sweet experience is like. maybe once you give them a taste of sweetness, they will shed an endless tears. Yeah, cry me a river for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being a super imaginative lad, I couldn't help it unless to visualize every important scenario of my action. That's why I am keeping the thought just to myself. Because most of the time the imagine outcome is unbearable. Lucky enough for me, since I have change to a new book, I've been playing around with these sort of emotion. Which come to conclusion that is we shouldn't use our imagination too much in decided things. Most thing if you're doing without thinking would most like to have a surprise effect. Just like when you are no natural joker then suddenly y0u thought of a joke and blurted it out and it turned out to be a deafening sounds. But sometimes people might said you're one mysterious wonder when you suddenly make a hysterical joke out of the blue. Well, that feeling is of refreshing doesn't it? Definitely sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, enough of babbling, and I think I should change this blog's tagline for tommorow my new chapter will beginning at 8. On second thought, maybe I'll change it tonight as my juice has running out or what they called 'writer's block'. Hahaha. I hope I will done a lot better in these new journey of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Try to solve the puzzles in your own sweet time." - Des'ree, You Gotta Be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-2149189561767033294?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/2149189561767033294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweetness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2149189561767033294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2149189561767033294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-633829251623091367</id><published>2009-07-15T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:24:10.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>A New Chapter and A  Letter For My Future Self.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many years has it been since my last fall down? I've have change to a new book since then. Chapter after chapter and the flips continues. Funny enough, every past chapters is supplied with tons of endless drama. Lots of promises, lots of changing and I'm going through every pieces of it with out even a slice chance of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have changed a lot doesn't it? My attitude, my goal, and other things that I may or may not have realize. I believe some people would said that I'm the same as before but I would to disagree. No one know me best other than myself. Everything about myself. And honestly I don't give a shit about other thing besides myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I rarely talk about Malaysian politics nor world's affair. Because for me it was a total bullshit if I ever probe any further into that matters. Somehow I found myself were absolutely shallow about it and I would rather avoid the topics and talk about something with less tension. I had a deep jealously of the people who can talked about it freely and still can stand their grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I need to find a new title for my new chapter, which begin next week. With just a blink of an eye I am this close to enter the fifth chapter of my life. I am a bit frustrated because I can't remember the previous chapter's title nor that I save all of its content. Well, perhaps I will laugh to myself ten years from now after reading this entry. Hi me! Surprise! I hope you will not be as unsettling as me right now. Ah, may be I should write an entry to myself ten years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 33 years old Kuntil Midon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi, how are you now? Did my wish came true? Or does it still in progress? I hope everything is going according to plan. Well, I might not be the happiest you in history but right now I am pretty much content with my life. I've been avoiding myself from getting into the deep shit up until now. And I have all sort of trouble but so far, I've settle the personal nicely. Even though it is still a little bit shaky but I trust myself that I could handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The significant others? I'm still searching for a better one and I hope you would not entangle in some out of love commitment that I found rather stupid right now. If you hate it, I remind you, you better fix it before it is too late. Just try to love once again and don't believe on any cliche fade away flames, you could just light it up once again using a cheap lighter and the burning is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How much clean income do you have now? Do you happen to be a millionaire in that age? Well, if you're on your way, I would like to remind you to always put your family first. Do not grow up to be a grouchy old man who can't remember his own birthday. If things got complicated, run for a while. Escape to somewhere other than that place. Find your inner peace and don't forget to comeback and settle the score once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you quit smoking by then? I hope so. But I doubt that I can now. Well, you know guys and their pride and talks and all. More importantly I'm going through the toughest phase of my life right now. There is a lot of things need to be settle ASAP. Anyway, I hope you will read this once after your 33rd somehow. Even you're already 69, it is still not too late to read these. But I'm hoping you still remember this blog address but just don't blindly start your car to find the house. It doesn't exist in your world grandpa. And remember, Kuntil Midon is just your pseudonym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;23 years old Kuntil Midon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Kiss me now that I'm older, I won't try to control ya." - The Strokes, 12.51.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-633829251623091367?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/633829251623091367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-chapter-and-letter-for-my-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/633829251623091367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/633829251623091367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-chapter-and-letter-for-my-future.html' title='A New Chapter and A  Letter For My Future Self.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-8110426116096421858</id><published>2009-07-15T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:41:02.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Simpati.</title><content type='html'>Rasa aman bila pandang.&lt;br /&gt;Tiada yang tersirat, cuma tersurat.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kau rasa hiba.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu kau mencuba.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi cubamu itu beralas.&lt;br /&gt;Sangat teratur tak rasa janggal.&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa aman.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak terdetik menghulur.&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuma gemar memandang.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kata kamu tiada siapa.&lt;br /&gt;Buka mata luas-luas.&lt;br /&gt;Pasti ada yang prihatin.&lt;br /&gt;Larutmu masih jauh lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Hirup nafasmu dalam-dalam.&lt;br /&gt;Moga kamu lega menghembusnya nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Ku percaya nanti suatu masa, sang suria kan menyinar jua." - Allahyarham Sudirman, Pelangi Petang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-8110426116096421858?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/8110426116096421858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/simpati.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/8110426116096421858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/8110426116096421858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/simpati.html' title='Simpati.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-6965556576307095463</id><published>2009-07-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:41:16.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><title type='text'>Angin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manusia takkan pernah puas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali angin bertiup, sekali itu juga jiwa melayang.&lt;br /&gt;Angin lain bertiup jiwa mula goyah.&lt;br /&gt;Runsing menghitung arah.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kadang-kadang jiwa kurang matang.&lt;br /&gt;selalu terlupa perasaan angin lama.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin juga jiwa rasa angin lama tidak lagi bertiup kencang.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak melayang semegah dahulu.&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa tak tenteram, seperti diselimut tebal nikotina.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tiba masa untuk tukar angin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Saya ini pun bukan sempurna, tapi saya tahu." - Butterfingers, Tentang Tentang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-6965556576307095463?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/6965556576307095463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/angin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6965556576307095463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/6965556576307095463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/angin.html' title='Angin.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-1821394515042812735</id><published>2009-07-05T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:28:06.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Gray.</title><content type='html'>I saw a hardworking man.&lt;br /&gt;Struggle with every bit of his bones.&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing, just paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a timid woman.&lt;br /&gt;Frowning to every bit of her problems.&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing, just paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a neurotic boy.&lt;br /&gt;Sighing over a paper indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing, just paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an annoying girl.&lt;br /&gt;Confuse with her choices indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing, just paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a sloppy guy.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty dull and gray doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing, just...&lt;br /&gt;Shit! that was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"An exit to eternal summer slacking, but where were they going without ever knowing the way." - Fastball, The Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-1821394515042812735?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/1821394515042812735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/gray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1821394515042812735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/1821394515042812735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/gray.html' title='Gray.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-8576633981181663951</id><published>2009-07-04T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:28:03.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>A Road To Millionaire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Kiyosaki&lt;/span&gt; keep telling in all his books, leverage this, leverage that. 0% money this, 50% money that. Get out of rat race, reach for the fast track. Honestly, I have exactly no idea of what his babbling about. I'm much of a technical person rather than manage-fast-talk people. There is countless of time that I remind myself to work hard to be a millionaire and a several times that I will talked about it. Some called me lunatic, some just smirked, and some said that I just wasn't cut out for it. Because I am one lazy bastard. Probably they saw me as a leaking glass which couldn't be half full or half empty, only full of empty air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But one thing that catch my eyes, Robert did said that you have to pattern something to create. Yes, along that line. And I was thinking since I can't charm people with words, why not if I work on something that could be pattern? At this point, it was totally impossible. But somehow I will make it work. To create something that is useful for the human race. How can I make it happen? I have exactly no idea. And I wasn't the brightest among my friends let alone anyone in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Settle down and have a normal life? Paying mortgage till I die? Huh, I wasn't that simple. Just that I'm now is your ordinary simple bloke which is useless to the society. Just like a deadly hairpin, only a few talented drifter managed to complete it. Genius is a gift, but talent is a lifetime full of hard work. Then I need to pick up my bones and start to work my ass off because a new semester will begin soon. Gosh, this is tiring. What a drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"If you raise the devil within me, the consequences shall fall on your own head! Once I begin, God help you!" - Nicholas Nickleby, Nicholas Nickleby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-8576633981181663951?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/8576633981181663951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-to-millionaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/8576633981181663951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/8576633981181663951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-to-millionaire.html' title='A Road To Millionaire.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-3945989294587136815</id><published>2009-07-04T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:44:03.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><title type='text'>Ayam, Kambing dan Beg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, I'm back online. After a few weeks of computer-less day I finally decided to salvaged an old house computer combined with a few part from my dead computer. The Windows is running but as expected the performance is a disaster. Lagging here and there even just for a simple task. I did tried update the driver, software, directX and all, but unfortunately there seems a virus that is prevent me to do so and it is beyond my expertise to repair it manually by command prompt even though it was properly instructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently this salvaged computer seems to belong to some organization which automatically prevent the user from reformatting the system by prompting a password. Maybe I should swap the primary hard disk with my old hard disk. And if somehow the result is the appearance of the blue screen of death or even worse, some unknown component fried up like before, then I'm totally fucked up once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I did made a proposal for a new set of computer like a spoiled rich kid. I am spoiled, but unfortunately I wasn't rich. It is already over six month since then, and I did proved my worthiness twice, sadly other than a few line of proud appreciation, I didn't received anything in return. Still it is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, I can't wait to finish my studies and get a decent job and make a load of decent money. It just that I wasn't specially built to do vigorous low paid job. Trust me, I have tried. It's not about the ability to stand for hours, its all about ego and mindset. For the ego part, I couldn't help it but to think that my manager have less intelligence than mine. So according to that, I can't felt any inferior at all rather some stupid 'just-you-wait-superior-feelings' thought. And for the mindset part, It is rare to find someone who I can talked to. They'll just talk about the same thing which I can't digest any single thing from it. And I look like one dumb fucker out there. Is it just me that feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it is not that I just befriended with the people who have the same mindset as mine. It is just that their mindset is on a different wavelength than mine. Just like VHF and UHF which both is on a way too different level but both is the darn telly signal of some sort. Oh, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;I just wish a computer would fall from the sky for me now. But on second thought, please include a wooden box attached with a parachute so the computer will still in one piece when I receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"You know what a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;chazzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; is? That's a pig that don't fly straight!!" - Antonio 'Tony' Montana, Scarface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-3945989294587136815?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/3945989294587136815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayam-kambing-dan-beg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3945989294587136815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/3945989294587136815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayam-kambing-dan-beg.html' title='Ayam, Kambing dan Beg.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213680986501476363.post-2073196725087546706</id><published>2009-06-06T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:15:23.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic'/><title type='text'>Kisah Klasik MMU #4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zaman di MMU dulu aku tak nafikan, memang seronok. Baring dalam bilik pandang siling pun dah rasa seronok. Rasa bebas. Belajar nombor dua, berhibur nombor satu. Sama macam makan. Makan nombor dua, rokok nombor satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku kerap kali mengalami masalah tak cukup tidur, berjaga malam punya pasal. Tapi tetap tak cukup kronik macam Kecik. Dia lah manusia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nocturnal&lt;/span&gt; paling hebat aku pernah jumpa. Malam berjaga, siang berdengkur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Don, aku ingat FYP nanti aku nak buat kajian pasal Kecik lah. Musti berguling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lecturer&lt;/span&gt; gelak nak kasi markah." Cadang Sujak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Orait gak tu, kos spesimen pun percuma. Kita buat sekali lah nanti." Aku turut berseloroh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oleh kerana habit Kecik yang suka sangat tidur di siang hari, secara tidak langsung telah menimbulkan suatu kebingungan kepada Afni, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;housemate&lt;/span&gt; baru kami yang kerap kali memantau keanehan Kecik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Eh Don, rock juga ya Kecik. Dia sarung T-shirt dia dekat bantal dia. Mesti nak kasi baju tu nampak season."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku yang agak lurus ketika percaya bulat-bulat. Tak sangka Kecik ni ada 'special characteristic' yang tak pernah aku tahu. Kena kasi rekod dalam buku 555 ni. Maka, beberapa hari selepas itu, pada masa Kecik sedang berjaga dan sedang seronok memisau-misau pihak lawan, aku pun melontarkan kebingungan Afni kepada beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cik, kau nak bagi season ke baju ni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak lah, aku buat sarung bantal. Sarung bantal aku dah kotor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Kita sama sahaja, bezanya cuma amalan kita." - Yantzen, Insan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213680986501476363-2073196725087546706?l=miqrameology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/feeds/2073196725087546706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/06/kisah-klasik-mmu-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2073196725087546706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213680986501476363/posts/default/2073196725087546706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miqrameology.blogspot.com/2009/06/kisah-klasik-mmu-4.html' title='Kisah Klasik MMU #4.'/><author><name>Kuntil Midon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00447200465853856015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xp1RpANxT70/TACmiDOV_WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-CEoTDKsJrQ/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
