<?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-8807389268096023487</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:36:26.629-08:00</updated><category term='subsriber'/><category term='stall'/><category term='room'/><category term='people'/><category term='eat'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='nasi lemak'/><category term='funny'/><category term='tissue'/><category term='movies'/><category term='newsletter'/><category term='funny joke'/><category term='brother'/><category term='PS2'/><category term='farnie joke'/><category term='joke'/><category term='alone'/><category term='loving day'/><category term='2 people'/><category term='joker'/><title type='text'>Abang Kesepian(fiction story)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-5453875142817500633</id><published>2011-09-26T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T18:39:36.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>same blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I'm staying in a very small village name “Ulu Kesepian”. My life was ordinary. I'm not famous in school, not favorite child in family, not exist in group of my friends. “Invisible” is my best friend. Everyday is just like anyday to me, not much different.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;When turning to 16, I met a girl name Miss X. She is pretty, shiny all over the body. My heart turn to a time bomb everytime I saw her, “bee-pop..bee-pop...”. Explosion seems to happen anytime. At this moment, I felt a million of angel touching my body; warm and happiness.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Time over time, we were becoming best friend. How was it happened? Everything started from a school project, we been arranged into a team. She is nice and kind, always invite team mate do discussion at her place. Her's mom also a nice person, offer food everytime we visit. Slowly, I felt myself likes one of their family member.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Maybe we were getting close recently, her's mom starting to ask about my family's background. After I told her about my father, she felt shock suddenly. She spoke out my father name. I was curious and confuse. How did she knows my father name? The most darkness thing was happened.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;She bring me and Miss X to a corner. Her face looks serious. I'm staring at her mouth, and waited. She was starting to talk, telling us the story. (few hours passed) This is the longest hours I ever passed. After she finished. I'm felt myself dropping... keep dropping into a super deep hole.  “Why???”, I'm shouting.  Why sent an angel to me, but giving me a devil memories.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss X is my sister actually, same father but different mother.&lt;/b&gt; I lock myself for one month after the truth explored. I asked my father at a random day. “Do you know Miss X's mother?”. “Yeah.”, he answered me quick and relaxing. But he didn't plan to tell me the fact of the relationship between me and them.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;The fact had been buried in my heart deeply forever . . . . .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;P/S. My kesepian kaki, remember to take a DNA test before you hang out with a girl...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-5453875142817500633?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/5453875142817500633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=5453875142817500633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/5453875142817500633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/5453875142817500633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2011/09/same-blood.html' title='same blood'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-3284562571485306105</id><published>2011-03-10T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:38:39.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ours the only and only lovely trip</title><content type='html'>An evening, I’m looking an advertisement on newspaper. Is AirAsia, they having promotion again. [Taiwan] is popping in my mind, **a dialogue box floating on top of my head**. I proposed and showed to my girlfriend about the idea, and she is very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased the air tickets, and planned the itinerary. When planning, my heart is up and down. Time to time, my environment is just like the wallpaper. Keep changing to Taiwan scene, and I was standing in the middle while the scene spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March, April, May, June. The day was coming, our lovely Taiwan Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my body was shaking, my heart was burning and my eyes were flooding. “Sorry, sir. The flight you booked had been cancelled. Please accept our apologize.” was appearing in my google mail. @#%#$^^%&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t give up, I wouldn’t let my lovely girlfriend down and disappointed. I want to rescue our trip. **Pinky love are spreading from the words (Lovely Trip) and surrounding it like twister** The trip was postponed to August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times fly. Soon will be ours the only and only lovely trip’s due date. The day before our flight, I’m keeping check my mailbox to make sure no one can cancel my flight. I wouldn’t let any outsider to destroy ours holy lovely trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But… always happy situation will come with a “But”, like a package. My lovely girlfriend was telling me, she was sick. After the medicine, she told me that gastric was attacking her. And she refused to join ours the only and only holy lovely trip. Another hammer was hitting my head, another hand was dragging my heart, another editor tool was turning my skin to grey color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sakit hati too cause she is sick, so I also decided not going and looking for optional for ours the only and only lovely trip. “You not care of me!!! Just busying on your trip only!!!” came from her mouth suddenly. I stoned for one minute, and speechless. I’m doing all this, just for my girlfriend. Am I doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out, she just have a very little little tiny gastric only. Next day only, she turn to a very healthy person already. OMG! If she really very sick in Taiwan, still can see doctor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. My kesepian kaki, nevers plan a trip with someone who you cannot estimate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-3284562571485306105?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/3284562571485306105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=3284562571485306105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/3284562571485306105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/3284562571485306105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2011/03/ours-only-and-only-lovely-trip.html' title='ours the only and only lovely trip'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-5805475735069477702</id><published>2010-03-12T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:37:13.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A foreigner's country, sounds exciting to me. Work out of my homeland for the first time. I might not able to see my girlfriend in Malaysia for a long time. Everything will be different in new office I joined on the first day. Everyone look new to me, but I have to maintain my professionals. No nervous. Because I'm the manager of the company, 2 juniors will be under my supervised. Leia and Vader. Leia, lolxx. She is definitely hot and wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month later, Leia was getting closed with me. We dinner together always, shop together and share our thought together. She is an interesting girl, she is my perfect girl. I'm starting concentrate to her. OMG!! I think I'm falling in love with her. Hers face everywhere in my room, I can't stop thinking of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad. I knew I shouldn't miss her because my girlfriend still waiting for me in Malaysia. Suffered. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I spoke to my girlfriend. We broke up. She cried badly, and I felt guilty. I continued with Leia. I knew a lot of people were cursing me. But I love Leia, I can’t stop thinking of her. It's not fair to my girlfriend if she just hugging an empty body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks later, Leia come to my desk and told me. “You not understand me. I think we should stop.”I crashed, that's no good. I can't imagine she said that to me. We're cool past few weeks. We're happy. We're break up now. It's not really a break up I think, because we not yet have a proper start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey color already tinted my vision. My sepian fellows, always appreciate of who you're loving now…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-5805475735069477702?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/5805475735069477702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=5805475735069477702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/5805475735069477702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/5805475735069477702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-weeks-loving-story.html' title='2 weeks love story'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-3669917793184248480</id><published>2009-12-17T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T03:22:31.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girlfriend-ed</title><content type='html'>4 years ago, I did have a girlfriend. Our life was sweet and warm. Everything was working perfectly. One day, I received an email from my office said they want to send me over Thailand to help up local branch’s people. I thought it will be a big chance for me to grow my career; actually it’s change of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left, my best friend and the only best friend I had, he promised will take care of my sweetie girlfriend. I released a huge breath with the promised, because she is everything to me. Without her, grey color will be my life-time accompany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month passed, I backed to KL. The first thought in my mind is rushing back to my house. My heart is beating. My blood is running over my whole body blindly. I opened my house door, I saw my the best friend and my the love girlfriend standby welcome my return. I saw them… I really saw them… I saw a lot of flowers were flushing out from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those flowers were turning to grey then disappeared. They did it in front of me. My best friend is holding my girlfriend’s hand tightly. Nothing… nothing… nothing… in my mind. My eyeballs are turning to black color. Every traffic lights in my body turned to red, my blood stop moving. I heard cracking sound. It’s come from my heart. Aiyah, it hurt faded. Why every stuff, people around me are in grey color?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Advices from Abang, Take care of your girlfriend can become take over your girlfriend…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-3669917793184248480?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/3669917793184248480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=3669917793184248480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/3669917793184248480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/3669917793184248480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-girlfriend-ed.html' title='My Girlfriend-ed'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-7366620814679512988</id><published>2009-06-22T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:30:03.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hapi Buttday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to me-eee! Happy birthday to you! Yesterday was my 23th birthday, I blew all candles on top of my birthday cake while sitting in front of my starwars toys. I'm looking at them and think. Why my toys were celebrating birthday with me but not my girlfriend? Where's my girlfriend? I haven't received any call from her. And she didn't plan anything with me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to feel sad at this moment? Luckily I have my lovely buddy, Starwars! I love you, Starwars. Am I just said, I love you, Starwars? Sigh… I'm look pity in front of you guys. Please! Please don't feel pity to me. I can handle it. Be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At night, my girlfriend called. She stood in front of my house and holding a plastic bag. I'm very excited of her appearance. She armed me the plastic bag. It was starwars toys!!! Then she said “Happy birthday, dear! I love you!”.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;*Not sure what is starwars? Please visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://starwarsilike.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://starwarsilike.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-7366620814679512988?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/7366620814679512988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=7366620814679512988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/7366620814679512988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/7366620814679512988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2009/06/hapi-buttday.html' title='Hapi Buttday!'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-421911264408835867</id><published>2009-06-12T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:10:36.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vehicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Babe, we go shopping today?”, voiced out by me excited. “Ok, sound great!”, my girlfriend answered. And I suggested Sungai Wang to shop. She is very happy and put on all hers’ clothes, of course I did the same way. First time I saw her excitement overflow after all the disappointment that happened before. I’m feeling happily, it’s spreading out from bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do we go there?”, ask by her suddenly. “LRT of course, that’s the transport we always take!”, answered by me. Why she asked, I’m thinking. “It’s 34 degree out there, you ask me to take LRT!!!”, she shouting. “But we did all the while.” I’m defending. She took off her bag and don’t want to go anymore. She asked me to get a vehicle. And …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was leak out words that hurt me a lot. “How can you be a boyfriend without any vehicle? Don’t you feel shame?” she shouted. I’m speechless because I’m really can’t afford a car. Vehicle? Vehicle is part of our love and relationship? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. My sepian fellows, do I need to feel guilty that didn’t own a wheel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-421911264408835867?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/421911264408835867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=421911264408835867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/421911264408835867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/421911264408835867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2009/06/vehicle.html' title='A Vehicle'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-2171816697324107359</id><published>2008-09-16T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:30:00.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>With my PS2</title><content type='html'>I bought a PS2, because I want to spent more time at home with my girlfriend. 2 lovely couple playing PS2, and laugh laugh. Can you imagine how happy is it? And all the love surrounding us, I say "I love you" and she say "I love you too".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blang!!!!!" My lovely dream broken and wake me up. I purposely bought some girl kind of game, so that I can play with her. She just give me very clear word, "I'm not interested, why wasted this kind of money to buy it? Isn't better to use for eating?" My heart crash at the same time, why she can't be more romantic? Does she know how lucky she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dude PS2, starting now just between you and me in the future ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-2171816697324107359?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/2171816697324107359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=2171816697324107359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/2171816697324107359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/2171816697324107359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2008/09/with-my-ps2.html' title='With my PS2'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-8863329952551441171</id><published>2008-09-14T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:30:43.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farnie joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>A farnie joke</title><content type='html'>After work, sitting in front the TV and having dinner with my girlfriend as usual. I found out we are getting less and less communication among us. But nevermind, I will try my best to fix this out. I started with this joke, a joke that bring from office. I started. "Darling ar, I ask you one question.". "What is it?", my girlfrend ask. I asked "ngar choy" is grow from a red bean or green bean. I'm so excited waiting for her answer, so that I can laugh like what is happening in office. But, this world is not always perfect. "Why you asking this kind of stupid question? Who ask you!", she asked me angrily. "My colleague.", I say. She commented my colleague are so "wu liao".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make her laugh only. Why end up like this?///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang kesepian crying in heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-8863329952551441171?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/8863329952551441171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=8863329952551441171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/8863329952551441171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/8863329952551441171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2008/09/farnie-joke.html' title='A farnie joke'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-8439763841089554654</id><published>2008-09-02T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:31:03.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Malay Movies in this loving day</title><content type='html'>I love malay movie as you guys have favorite movie. Many people ask me why? My answer will always "I loving it", sound like a tagline. HAHAHA! I always thinking, why I love malay movie so much, is because I growed in the environment or? But my girlfriend's movie direction, far different from me. She hate Malay movie, love animated movie. So, I always watched malay movie alone, I can't share my happiness to the love one. But nevermind, she is my everything! I love what she love, I can give her everything. Including my characteristic. She love animated movie, I will crazy about it. I want to love the way she love, so we can have the same mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Malay movie! You always in my heart. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-8439763841089554654?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/8439763841089554654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=8439763841089554654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/8439763841089554654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/8439763841089554654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2008/09/malay-movies-in-this-loving-day.html' title='Malay Movies in this loving day'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-8367522654260628039</id><published>2008-09-02T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:31:26.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>2 people in a room but eat alone</title><content type='html'>The sky getting darker, I call my girlfriend not to wait me for dinner. Because I will be work late, I don't want her to get hungry. When the times I entered my house, I saw my girlfriend sit in front of the television watching a show. She laughing so loud. "Have your dinner?", I asked. "Yes, I do.", my girlfriend answered. She really didn't wait for me, I wishing her will eat little thing first then continue eat with me after I back actually. But I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking in to my kitchen, take out my cold meal. I sitted and started my meal. My girlfriend still continue enjoying the TV show. Noises around this room, but quiet in my heart. Why she didn't accompany me to finish my meal? Am I doing something wrong? Is she suffering when sitting beside me? I just want her to look at me more than 1 minute only, is it ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang Kesepian's partner, sepi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-8367522654260628039?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/8367522654260628039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=8367522654260628039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/8367522654260628039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/8367522654260628039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-people-in-room-but-eat-alone.html' title='2 people in a room but eat alone'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-166582270812414452</id><published>2008-08-29T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:31:40.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tissue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Tissue</title><content type='html'>My friend always request tissue from me after finish their meal. They thought I'm tissue supplier mer. Tonight, my colleague asking me why I always bring tissue along? You guys thought I like to bring ar??? My girlfriend never think of bring tissue, what can I do!!! I bring lo.&lt;br /&gt;Abang Kesepian with my close partner, tissue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-166582270812414452?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/166582270812414452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=166582270812414452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/166582270812414452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/166582270812414452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2008/08/tissue.html' title='Tissue'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-653818648622144382</id><published>2008-08-29T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:31:55.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasi lemak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Nasi Lemak in this stall</title><content type='html'>Raining day, everyone rushing to go back home. By LRT, bus, or car. ME? I take out my Monthly Travel Card from my pocket, look at the LRT station. Woorrr~~~!!! Why I feel lonely all the times? Is because of I'm too kind or too black? I entered train, different color skin people stand beside me. They looking at me, I looking back to them. Haih~~~~!!! MTV mer! Never see a lonely face ar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I reached my place, my favorite nasi lemak pass across my mind. My Lucky Day! (breath lonely) This nasi lemak stall just in front of me, but empty!!! Oh gosh@@@!!! Where is my nasi lemak??? At the same time, my phone ringing. Is my girlfriend!!!!!!!!! Damn lucky, she want to have dinner with me? "Fook, can help me buy dessert ar.", say by my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geram!!! No one accompany me! Everyone ignore me! Lift dont accept me! No more nasi lemak! Somemore want to buy dessert to my girlfriend! This world showing unfair to me. Why me??? Why I'm the only abang kesepian in this world............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-653818648622144382?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/653818648622144382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=653818648622144382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/653818648622144382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/653818648622144382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2008/08/nasi-lemak-in-this-stall.html' title='Nasi Lemak in this stall'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807389268096023487.post-2429775604428734148</id><published>2008-08-28T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:32:13.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newsletter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subsriber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>A newsletter subscriber</title><content type='html'>I always alone. My girlfriend? I love her, she love me too. But I still want to create a newsletter subscriber list to let me people join my club. Welcome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807389268096023487-2429775604428734148?l=abangkesepian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/feeds/2429775604428734148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807389268096023487&amp;postID=2429775604428734148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/2429775604428734148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807389268096023487/posts/default/2429775604428734148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abangkesepian.blogspot.com/2008/08/newsletter-subscriber.html' title='A newsletter subscriber'/><author><name>butcher_weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10313448745069485133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LZM6BicxbRg/ToEnKn5QZ5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/n1YJvVlUges/s220/writer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
