<?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-8950073026998604367</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:51:21.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bold Statement</title><subtitle type='html'>Say whatever you want. Say it loud.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateitboldly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950073026998604367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateitboldly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Find Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950073026998604367.post-7097836246162964580</id><published>2008-11-19T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:24:48.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old</title><content type='html'>I'm at the point of my life where I don't really care much about things anymore. The things that you call fun now, was fun to me 7 years ago. Call me old, I don't give it a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true I don't go out much, that's because things happened in the past that made me realize there's nothing else more important in this world than my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I almost lost my mom to cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God almost took my mom away from me and my sister, and if I didn't learn shit from that, then I don't deserve to live in this world. I always believe that things happened for a reason. Directly or indirectly, the things that happened is a signal from God to tell us to change. The fact that I could've lost my mom is a huge fucking signal that it's time for me to change my ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the same man that I was 4-5 years ago. I've changed. You're lucky to have met me at this stage of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950073026998604367-7097836246162964580?l=stateitboldly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateitboldly.blogspot.com/feeds/7097836246162964580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950073026998604367&amp;postID=7097836246162964580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950073026998604367/posts/default/7097836246162964580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950073026998604367/posts/default/7097836246162964580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateitboldly.blogspot.com/2008/11/old.html' title='Old'/><author><name>Find Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950073026998604367.post-6092225821559400389</id><published>2008-11-18T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:57:21.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family.</title><content type='html'>I'm telling you the straight up, I might have tons of acquaintances from all over the world, but I myself, don't have any bestfriends. I move around too much, to get myself close to someone. Every time I have made my self comfortable with the surroundings and the new friends, I move. I have lost so many friends, that I don't really give a fuck anymore if I lose anymore. I'm used to being alone. It doesn't make me weaker though, it makes me stronger. It makes me independent. I have never bothered to make new friends, plus, I don't really care much about the friends that I have right now, because I know, sooner or later, they'll be gone. Just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I care the most in this world, is my family. They have been to everywhere that I have been. They have seen the things that I have seen. They have gone through the same feelings that I've gone through. They understand me better than I understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm college, I'm very close to this group of friends. There's 7 of us. Akir, Alepp, Amirul, Anap, Fikri and Hamzah. Every where we roll, we roll together. They're like family to me. I know some of you going to start saying shit like, Oh, you're only in the 1st sem, wait till you're in 4th of 5th. Well, Fuck You. Even if we do break up as a group, we're still a family. Like Tupac once said, "once homeboys, will always be homeboys." Not to say that we have never had fights before among ourselves, but that shit ends as quickly as it start. All of us, one way or another, relates to each other. Alepp and I, are cousins. Fikri, Hamzah, Anap and and Akir, are all from Shah Alam. Amirul is from Kajang, not too far from us. Some of us have known each other LONG before we entered UiTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like us? Well, Fuck You. We don't respect seniority rules? Well, Fuck You and the seniority rule. We know what the seniority rules are, and we know what lines not to cross. Its true you see us in the cafe most of the time, but when one of our senior comes by, we give them our seats. Bitch please. We don't give a shit if you don't like us. You're nothing to us. I've heard some people talking shit about us. If you have the problem with the way that we roll, come up to us. Don't hide behind computers. Don't get the block involve, don't get anyone else involve. It's between you and us. We'll settle this shit like gentlemen. If we made a mistake, tell us, and we'll apologize. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, all this 'block group' nonsense, cut it out. Don't blame the block and the people in it, they have nothing to do with it. If you have a problem with my posse, you handle it with my posse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950073026998604367-6092225821559400389?l=stateitboldly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateitboldly.blogspot.com/feeds/6092225821559400389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950073026998604367&amp;postID=6092225821559400389' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950073026998604367/posts/default/6092225821559400389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950073026998604367/posts/default/6092225821559400389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateitboldly.blogspot.com/2008/11/family.html' title='Family.'/><author><name>Find Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950073026998604367.post-2836563490039196515</id><published>2008-10-12T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:17:41.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>At first, I wanted to go all anonymous with this blog, then, I realized my ego is too big and I'm too vain to keep my mouth shut. So instead, I'm letting everyone know who I am. I'm not going to tell you directly though, you're just going to have to find out own your own. It's pretty easy actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why am I suddenly talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anonymity&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class just started their own blog. It's open to everyone in the class by invitation. When you're invited, accept the invitation, and post the entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, we have people posting "anonymously". Putting down and dissing our own classmates. What they don't realize is, their name is posted along with the entry they have posted. Pretty stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L, me, charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who those people are. I'm not going to expose who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dissapointed in them actually. Using the blog as a shield to hide their faces. If you have a problem with certain people, walk up to them and ask them what's up. Kalau tak puas hati, cakap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950073026998604367-2836563490039196515?l=stateitboldly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateitboldly.blogspot.com/feeds/2836563490039196515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950073026998604367&amp;postID=2836563490039196515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950073026998604367/posts/default/2836563490039196515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950073026998604367/posts/default/2836563490039196515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateitboldly.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Find Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950073026998604367.post-3127499145516461875</id><published>2008-10-11T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:54:06.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>Mak aku ade buat open house harini. So mcm biase la, seminggu sblom open house tu, mak aku dh panggil aku balik. Tolong die kt umah. Aku pon, ape lagi, berangkat drpd Melaka hari Khamis lepas. Naik bas Maraline depan UiTM, sekali ngan dak2 pompuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebenarnye, tak reti sgt bab2 jalan menjalan ni. Sng nk sesat. Aku bajet mak bapak aku boleh lah toleng amik kn aku kt Melaka. Haha. Tapi tak, so naik la bas aku, turun Pudu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puduraya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapak terok tempat ni sial. Org indon merata. Aku pon xtau dieorg ni nak gi mane sebenarnye. Nak kate balik kampung, tak tau plak aku ade direct bus pegi Indon. Besar kemungkinan dieorg beraye kot. Tapi masalah lah dieorg ni. Kalau sorang due, takpe doh. Ni satu family tree dieorg angkut. Dok tepi jalan, isap rokok. Dak pompuan lalu, pegi kacau nye sekor. Aku plak, bajet macho la jage dieorg. Padahal, kalau pape berlaku, aku yg cabut dulu. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku takde masalah ngan pendatang asing ni sebenarnye. Kalau bukan disbbkan dieorg, habis xde sape nk kutip smpah kt depan umah aku ni. Aku sendiri xrela. So, agak berterima kasih la jgk aku kepada dieorg. Lgpon, tak sume org indon yg terok. Cume, sesetengah drpd mereka yg membawa budaya mereka ke tanah air aku, Malaysia, yg buat aku kurang beberapa suke. Bomoh sini lah, bomoh sane la. Aish. Kesian gadis2 melayu yg di tarah oleh mereka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Org indon, bangla, vietname, acheh, nepal, sume menumpang kt negara kite. Aku kadang2 terpkr gak. Ape ade kt Malaysia ni yg membuatkan mereka suke sgt nk dtg sini? Peluang bekerja? Kt tempat dieorg takde ke? Hmm. Agak prejudice gak aku ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tp dieorg rajin wo. Sumpah aku cakap. Dieorg pandai cari peluang, dan pandai mempenggunakan peluang yang sedia ada. Lgpon, sesetengah drpd dieorg ni, ade kebolehan, that, ehem ehem, B.I sat, skills that Malaysians lack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu. Tah pape la aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKu tgh layan Lumidee - She's Like The Wind (Ft. Tony Sunshine). Lagu olskool drpd movie Dirty Dancing yang dinyanyikan semula.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950073026998604367-3127499145516461875?l=stateitboldly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stateitboldly.blogspot.com/feeds/3127499145516461875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950073026998604367&amp;postID=3127499145516461875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950073026998604367/posts/default/3127499145516461875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950073026998604367/posts/default/3127499145516461875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stateitboldly.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>Find Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
