<?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-7796727295691253975</id><updated>2011-12-15T16:05:41.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q*pacs Crapz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09224312777629057130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://aycu24.webshots.com/image/23623/2001661876823791484_rs.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796727295691253975.post-4303503005296814646</id><published>2011-12-15T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:05:41.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger who became my lover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I would describe 2011 as one of the worst years i had in my life. Took things for granted and paid a hefty sum for it, got into a car crash on my birthday eve and lost my grandmother a day after my finals. In the midst of all this, the only thing that i will count as a blessing is the presence of a girl i met in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was 25th of June 2011 and she was wearing a yellow top with a grey cardigan , shades on her head,carrying a huge bag filled with thick-ass books. She was quite chatty. Every time i wanted to say something, she'll cross in. LOL. I needed someone like that at that time. I waited till her dad came, and we left. After months, that was the day i felt like indulging in a conversation without thinking about my misery sub-consciously. I smiled my way back home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visalakshi Ramanathan. That's her name. She's very particular in the pronunciation. Say it right or get it tight from her. She's different alright. Straight-forward, fearless, knows her priorities, one of the most tech-savvy girl i've known. She has this huge puppy eyes with this long lashes. Swear to god, if you can't stay angry with her if you stare at them. She has super powers. Petite, make-up less, curly hair. She is beautiful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Its funny how we bonded. We were pretending to be rebounds for each other to get on our ex'es nerves. It worked big time. We were already in a virtual relationship to people's eyes. Credits to facebook. Unintentionally, gradually, we liked each others company, started seeing each other everyday. We were very much confused with our relationship as well. It took an accident to make me&amp;nbsp;realize what she actually means to me, that i could have lost her half an-hour ago. My heart pounded crazily when i saw her car. My eyes were longing to see her. My head got a hold of reality the moment i held her in my arms. Despite the havoc that happened, my 21st was special. It was the day i realized you mean the world to me and was still there to spend the rest of the day with me. I couldn't have asked for more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GMkTDJcvio/TumpVmW5YkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sz9J_PjCodA/s1600/Downloads-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GMkTDJcvio/TumpVmW5YkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sz9J_PjCodA/s400/Downloads-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visa, you should know that you're the first girlfriend i never pretended to be someone else. Probably because we started of as friends ? Its a good thing though. I'm happy that i can make you laugh and watching you laugh makes me smile. I do not know what does the future has in store for us. I'm not promising a happily ever after fairy tale because we both went through enough to know that things change and there's nothing we can do about it. But what i can promise you, is that i'll still care for you in years to come as i am caring for you now, I'll love you with all my heart and try my very best to keep carving that smile on your face. A priceless happy drug, you are to me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-4303503005296814646?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/4303503005296814646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=4303503005296814646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/4303503005296814646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/4303503005296814646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2011/12/stranger-who-became-my-lover.html' title='Stranger who became my lover.'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6GMkTDJcvio/TumpVmW5YkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/sz9J_PjCodA/s72-c/Downloads-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796727295691253975.post-5416783346574186759</id><published>2009-05-12T13:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:38:23.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's my Bitch,He's my Punani:: seenu</title><content type='html'>" Friends are like bras.Close to your heart and there for support.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the peoples you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-share nasi lemak and teh ais&lt;br /&gt;-watch football matches&lt;br /&gt;-complain that your boyfriend is a total jackass&lt;br /&gt;-circulate porn&lt;br /&gt;-get high with and curse your father for not financing your alcohol expense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt; chromosomes(&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;females&lt;/span&gt;) tend to bond better with their female acquaintance or better know as,Biatches,Babe,SugermuFFin,etc etc.Females tend to love their own species rather then the opposite ones because they can communicate well emotionally.For an example;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjalai just got a major shock.She reaches Manjakani via the electronic communicator device a.k.a  handphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjalai       :BABE!arggggghhhhh! CRISIS !!CRISIS !!&lt;br /&gt;Manjakani cuts in&lt;br /&gt;Manjakani :Hunny !CHILL!CHILL...chiiilllll&lt;br /&gt;Anjalai       :*takes a deep breath*phew..&lt;br /&gt;Manjakani :Whats wrong ??&lt;br /&gt;Anjalai       :Your never gonna believe what just happen !&lt;br /&gt;Manjakani :What what ??&lt;br /&gt;Anjalai       : Ah chai called me for a movie !&lt;br /&gt;Manjakani : Huh ? Ah chai who ?&lt;br /&gt;Anjalai       :*takes a deep breath of disbelieve* OMG sayang..Ah chai Ramaraju,the  cutest,HAWTEST,most adorable guy in the mamak shop that day !!&lt;br /&gt;Manjakani :Get out !Serious shit ?? OMG!OMG!OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*both having moment of leisure by shouting simultaneously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manjakani :First things first.What are you wearing women ??&lt;br /&gt;Anjalai       :I cant decided ! That's the crisis all about !&lt;br /&gt;Manjakani :I'll be there in 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Anjalai       :Awwww...Thanks babe !Love yah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;xy&lt;/span&gt; chromosomes(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;male&lt;/span&gt;) are much sophisticated species where a few words churns out a million meaning.For example;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GeorgePandi's girlfriend cheated him.JerrySamy consoled him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GeorgePandi : She's a  bitch !&lt;br /&gt;JerrySamy    : Told you right..&lt;br /&gt;GeorgePandi : Macha,you know how much i love her dei ?&lt;br /&gt;JerrySamy    : More than porn ?&lt;br /&gt;GeorgePandi :*tearing* yesss....*SOBBING LOUD*&lt;br /&gt;JerrySamy    :It's okay macha.Let's get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the length of the conversation?Yes.That's it.No matter what our problem is,getting drunk is the ONLY solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends=Sharing stationery+cheating in exam+mocking on a lecturers+Arguments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emphasizing on arguments,the two sexes have their standard modus operandi of accomplishing that portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; xy &lt;/span&gt;species are rare to be found in controversy among each other.But if they are found,the following long list are the cause;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Girls&lt;br /&gt;2.Female&lt;br /&gt;3.chick&lt;br /&gt;4.babe&lt;br /&gt;5.perempuan&lt;br /&gt;6.leng lui&lt;br /&gt;7.sareke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We men always fight for noble cause;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.You talk with my girl,YOU DIE !&lt;br /&gt;2You look at my girl,YOU DIE !&lt;br /&gt;3.You glance at my girl,YOU DIE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;4.You breathe my girls carbon dioxide,YOU DIE !&lt;/span&gt; (seenu likes this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt; species are much advanced because their approach in revenge are more tech savvy whereby internet applications such as facebook shout out,blogger are utilized.Their targets would be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sluts who steal their best friends boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;-who steals their own boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;-bitches who spread rumor about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An argument is said to be cement between bricks.It strengthens the bond.But it should be in a healthy way where both individual tolerate each others ego and give in for the better.Learn the word sorry and imply it whenever you need to.Trust me,your social life will be a colorful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is 2 things in life that are hard to find.A tasty Milo ice and A true friend.The second one inspires us.Shows us the path that should be taken.Encourages us during the darkest of time.A person who leads us to a better life unconsciously with expecting a single gratitude in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have one,appreciate them while your still breathing.Don't shed any croc tear when they aren't breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembahyanglah sebelum anda disembahyangkan.&lt;br /&gt;Nandri,vanakam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-5416783346574186759?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/5416783346574186759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=5416783346574186759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/5416783346574186759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/5416783346574186759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-my-bitchhes-my-punani-seenu.html' title='She&apos;s my Bitch,He&apos;s my Punani:: seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-2940034006544645503</id><published>2009-03-31T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:16:43.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic home tution :: seenu</title><content type='html'>When all hopes are lost..&lt;br /&gt;when people loose their willingness on pursuing..&lt;br /&gt;when darkness overrule the light..&lt;br /&gt;when yang becomes ying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomes the savior of the day up in the air !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;:its a plane !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; :no!its a bird !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;:no no!omg..he's kinda cute*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a straight A's student walking down from the staircase !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart student ?? OHmyGAWDDDD !! i heard so much about you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wit headed community are the only genre of sapiens who have successfully create a complex within me.For that,I thank you*biting teeth*sincerely from my heart.Gradually,day by day,as the years goes by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they learn from the same teacher like us,but they get higher marks&lt;br /&gt;they wear the same uniform as us,but they get higher marks&lt;br /&gt;they are in the same class with us,but they get higher marks&lt;br /&gt;they sit for the same exam with us,but they get higher marks&lt;br /&gt;some of them have a bad hair do,but they get higher marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Prospects on the TooSmarts(smart student)&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)They  will/should/must always get an A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)They will shed tear if they get 95 instead of 99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;They will hunt down teachers till the teachers office,with the question &lt;br /&gt;circled,argue with the teacher for 45 min approx,leave the office with a satisfied face.They got themselves half mark.Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)They will start comparing marks with other friends.Two things will happen;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; if the mark is higher for the asking party,he/she will have the happiest day&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; if the obtained mark is lower,faces will turn to the frown side,which makes number&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt; to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)reliable source for homework completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Front portion of the class is taken by them as they believe,early burung catches the fattest cacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Prospects on the Unsmarts(average students)&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)We will be the happiest person if we get 70.The joy is unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)To teachers; if you announce additional of bonus marks,you have made our day.*tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Our completion of homework depends on our TooSmart students.We stand proud as the legacy of copy paste continues with our contribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Back portion is ours.As we believe even though late in arrival,we stand latest(brand new) in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Chalk piece,duster,textbook.Teachers have to be alert with these fatal weapons all times to be thrown at us.We normally start talking 15 minutes after the class starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Skipping class is our forte.We do it efficiently with scheduled timing.Done 2 weeks once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about it,average students or as we will like call ourselves,unsmart,has the proficiency to reduce burden of the teacher workload and save their life as well.For example,if a question is shoot out and there's no doubt among the students,the teacher ends her teaching session with a smile.TooSmart on the other hand,questions a lot.By doing so you people cause their(teacher) stress level to rise,which causes blood pressure to a higher extend,which might lead to stroke,which leads to paralysis/heart attack if she/he has cholesterol.Eventually,the preacher of knowledge leaves us to the virtual world for good.In laymen terms,Teacher is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you TooSmarts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-2940034006544645503?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/2940034006544645503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796727295691253975.post-3148185936077679530</id><published>2009-03-05T18:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:43:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummies for dummies::seenu</title><content type='html'>10 months walking around with a lump on your stomach is not a easy or a preferable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-) consequences of lust&lt;br /&gt;-) satisfaction of loved ones&lt;br /&gt;-) gift from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you consider it.Pregnancy is still pregnancy.Mums are still mums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.childhood&lt;br /&gt;b.teenage zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a) childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this early era of the gugu gaga-ness of the child,the mum is considered as one the most hardworking being because she HAS TOO;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;get up every 3 am-6 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-optional to the toodler to wake up and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clean poopsie and chu chu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shit and urine.Wash it.Don't vacuum it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calms down the baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mothers are required to come up with a song of their composition;humming are acceptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change the kids napkin every two hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Professionalism is expected.You should be able to fold the napkin with your eyes blindfolded.You should follow the universal code for napkins;&lt;br /&gt;*should be folded not randomly tied up like Tarzan&lt;br /&gt;*should be in triangular shape;pyramid are excusable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Babies are still growing.They might throw objects because they are still fascinated by newton's third law;every action has an equal or opposite reaction,which is YOU,getting hit by the object and shouting FUCK !.Dont complain.Learn to dodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;b)Teenager Zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Screw her ! Never understand me ! ARGHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was raging teenage hormone speaking its heart out.In laymen terms,teenagers hate their mum.If you say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No ! i dont hate my mom,you wrong !&lt;/span&gt;,good for you then! or u can screw me in my chat box.Yet again,this is targeted to"makan cili,rasa pedas" audience.Don't get emotional people.In precises,my most favorite species,teenage girls,states the statement above more often.Because a MOM;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;says she rather give birth to cows then you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-reason;at least its useful for milk production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;takes on her sons side frequently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-because we are lovable.Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Amplifies her voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shouts at you more because your face reminds of herself when she was about your age.Maybe she's has a dark secret in her teenage life.Dig it out.&lt;br /&gt;- if you have a smaller figure then hers,its going to create an inferior complex within your mom.It pisses her off every time she looks at you.Eat more for your mother sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Gold medalist in complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If your dad is watching news with your mom by his side,and you happen to pass by,YOUR SCREWED.Avoid this circumstances due to its impact on your financial status.Whatever happens in this conversation affects your credibility with your father.Trust me,he trusts his wife rather than trusting you.Because he sleeps with her,thus his life will be in jeopardy/hazard risk/mati lah bapak kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what.Deep down.You will always be running in your mothers thought.Be it good or bad.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did she eat ? What is she doing up there ?I thought i asked her to clean up ! This dress would really look nice on her. Do you want milo ??&lt;/span&gt; Rather than grinning,enjoy this moments.Because your life will have no roller coaster action or conflicts without your mom.Your life will be as dull as my mum's dhal curry.Pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah pepatah orang india" love your mum lar !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3/3/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 55th birthday mummy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful as ever !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cbby%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:13;"  &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;u,viji =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-3148185936077679530?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/3148185936077679530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=3148185936077679530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/3148185936077679530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/3148185936077679530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2009/03/mummies-for-dummiesseenu.html' title='mummies for dummies::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-942560499628673292</id><published>2009-02-19T16:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:58:49.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th Febuary,its never going to happen::seenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*this post is for targeted audience only.If your offended by this post,then your my targeted audience.*om sai ram*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun rises and beams at the highest room of the tallest tower,awakening Princess GucciCucci from her beauty sleep.Along with beams of the sunlight,gathers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;arnab the rabbit&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tupai the squirrel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;burung the bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a bunch to chorus on a beautiful melody while Princess GucciCucci (brushes her hair,dances with the animals,brushes her hair back,glances at the window and sings about her prince charming,puts on a lovely*freakin long*gown,)Soon,Princess GucciCucci sits by the window again,singing about her prince charming.Her Prince Charming who climbed to the highest room of the tallest tower(he started climbing when she was singing),reached the peak of the tower. And just when Princess GucciCucci is about to lip lock with her Prince charming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pOOOOOF !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm rings and you girls are back to your "bangun pagi,gosok gigi,cuci muka,pakai baju" routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A perfect boyfriend should;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me every morning and night&lt;br /&gt;text me each minute&lt;br /&gt;miss me and me only&lt;br /&gt;should call other girls hot but should claim I'm the hottest of all&lt;br /&gt;should surprise me with gifts&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't say a word if i shout at him&lt;br /&gt;should never scold me&lt;br /&gt;should always adore me&lt;br /&gt;should be devastated even if its a single scratch on me&lt;br /&gt;should be there for me if I'm involved in a major accident even if he's half way around the world.......&lt;br /&gt;-If i have to write down everything,the next time you see me I'll be bald with a beard and you can call me Granpa.Thus,I will end it with a etc etc..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be practical girls.Adopt to them.Don't expect for the unexpected to happen.Safe yourself before you get cheated.Because guys are not like that.Because its easy to type out;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;should be there for me if i'm involved in a major accident even if he's half way around the world&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half way around the world ?? are u fuggin kidding me ?? you think i use a jet to travel ar ??&lt;/span&gt;But yes,we will say it.Because we are boyfriends and that's what we do.Say.Might do it.Depends on the mood or football matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WomenHood,please be considerate.Because the male species have PMS'es too.You think we have no pain in our daily life? We do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;pms&lt;/span&gt; are as such;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*if we wipe out in a bet&lt;br /&gt;*if Man Utd,Chelsea,Liverpool,Arsenal looses any match&lt;br /&gt;*have no spare undergarment&lt;br /&gt;*food tastes like shit&lt;br /&gt;*cheap vodka which smells like elephant glue&lt;br /&gt;*a bitchy girl&lt;br /&gt;*if an occasion/event attended by the male,lacks on hot girls(optional according to ones requirement)&lt;br /&gt;*if a wantan mee has only 3 fishball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly ? To you maybe but its very crucial to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire considerably.&lt;br /&gt;Save the cheerleader,Save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian,terima kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-942560499628673292?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/942560499628673292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=942560499628673292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/942560499628673292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/942560499628673292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2009/02/30th-febuaryits-never-going-to.html' title='30th Febuary,its never going to happen::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-3735036221531446883</id><published>2009-02-07T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:14:00.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with me,YOU ::seenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_59795747a3f744f984067de8ea634447/adobe-px-thumbnails/2cc4b0ff40f640d59592e1d6072fc9ef/256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of white dove spreading its wing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;breaking through its cage&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;A slave who breaks free &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;from monstrosity&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;A mother who fights her way through to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;give birth to her child&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;A slum dog who finds himself in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;possession of money&lt;/span&gt; that he dreamed of having..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this being shares similar emotions.Infinity happiness,jumping crazily,they will feel nothing can go wrong after this.On top of that,the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for this emotions evokes a joy which carves a smile on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feelings too.I have my reason too.I didn't break free from prison.I didn't kill a evil stepmother.I most certainly did not get a divorce from a baboon.With a red bum bum.No.&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest thing in my 18 years of my life happened,I fell in love.And let me tell you.Getting the perfect girl does wonders to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have i been this positive..&lt;br /&gt;Never have i been this possessive..&lt;br /&gt;Never have i been this worried..&lt;br /&gt;Never have i smiled this much..&lt;br /&gt;Never have i wanted something so much..&lt;br /&gt;Never have i prayed for someone..&lt;br /&gt;Never have i been anticipated for someone..&lt;br /&gt;Never have i known the feeling of saying  i love you to someone..&lt;br /&gt;Never have i enjoyed being scolded by someone this much =)&lt;br /&gt;Never have i felt this much love..&lt;br /&gt;Never have i been like this..&lt;br /&gt;But i love every minute of being like this..&lt;br /&gt;Because YOU are in that every minute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Happy Valentine Baby !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_59795747a3f744f984067de8ea634447/adobe-px-thumbnails/a9eaaae917cb485fa2c6999bba01fd75/256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S ;this is a pre-post because i wont be around valentines day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-3735036221531446883?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/3735036221531446883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=3735036221531446883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/3735036221531446883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/3735036221531446883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-meyou-seenu.html' title='with me,YOU ::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-180927845964766533</id><published>2009-01-31T13:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:21:37.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat ::seenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;after my camping trip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*my humble apology to all supernatural being with no legs,one eyes,half face,ripped skins and etc.No,i'm not pointing out or teasing your defects.You are awesome the way you are.Your personality has influenced many individual and brought profits too(filmakers and ghostbusters).Please don't be offended and please don't kill me.I have my sisters wedding to attend(i'm the best man for the groom).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black shirt.Standing on one leg.Cutting nails after sunset.Shaking your leg when you sit and etc etc.Childhood till now,whenever it involves superstitions this is my response;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;date&lt;/span&gt;:1/1/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;:didnt check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;location&lt;/span&gt;:pd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I(innocent victim) was talking with my chubby aunty.KangkungCOUSIN ran up to me furiously and said this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me(innocent victim): i like to eat bah kut teh and..&lt;br /&gt;(interruption to save the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;kangkungCOUSIN&lt;/span&gt;:dun shake ur leg while sitting !&lt;br /&gt;me(innocent victim):annnnd...*turn and look at him*huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kangkungCOUSIN&lt;/span&gt;:dun shake ur leg while sitting ! its not good for you !&lt;br /&gt;me(innocent victim): ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very much pissed and tensed.It was as though i molested his favorite puppy.I couldn't come up with  a perfect comeback.Amazed for the wrong reason,i stopped shaking my leg.He made sure my leg had no motion at all,gave me a *are you trying to kill me* stare and left.Mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Black shirt&lt;/span&gt;;not a lucky colour...wtf ??south africans,please forgive my tradition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Standing on one leg&lt;/span&gt;;ghost might trip you(major WTFF)...its comfy lar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cuttting nails after sunset&lt;/span&gt;;JUST DONT DO IT !!(minor wtf)...sigh,i got nothing idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shaking your leg when you sit&lt;/span&gt;;like kangkungCOUSIN said,its bad for you....can i dig my nose when i sit ?*grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstitions are created by grandmother of those days who didn't have tv series's to catch up on .Superstitions are believed by mango idiots these days who does nothing but catching up on tv series(sorry cousin). Lucky ring,lucky tie.All these items will have its story of its own.The ring/tie which is worn during an events like lets say,a presentation ? a dealing ? an exam ?yea,and if the day goes in favor to you,the item will be marked as LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;story of a victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wife&lt;/span&gt; :what the hell are you looking for in the middle of the morning ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;:Can you shatap ?? my presentation for the foreign delicate's tomorrow is in jeopardy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wife&lt;/span&gt;:*sits up of bed* Ohh gosh ! did u loose a file ? paperworks gone missing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;:*puts his hand on his head*arrrgHHH..no ! my diesel underwear is missing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wife&lt;/span&gt;:I'll  HELP TO FINddd...huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;:allla...my yellow colour boxers !the one i always use when i have presentation ?? are u washing it ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wife&lt;/span&gt;:*sleeps back feeling so much pity for her husband*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This is not a petty matter.Please don't let an underwear come between you and your loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again,a topic subjective to individual because,people will only believe what they want to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-180927845964766533?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/180927845964766533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=180927845964766533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/180927845964766533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/180927845964766533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2009/01/trick-or-treat-seenu.html' title='Trick or Treat ::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-1198135299927001325</id><published>2009-01-20T18:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:51:43.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys are dumb :: seenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"boys are dumb,they only see face and skin colour ! arghhh ! i hate boys !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quoted by a philosopher =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not here to justify.I'm not saying we are not like that.I'm not even bothered to pop out "Sooo guls very smart lar ?? they dont see face izit ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; they look at boys bum and hair colour and talk lar??" question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Players.This is the "boys" the philosopher was talking about.So lets go with the flow.Player boys or boy-ers are organized being.They plan every details in their game.The process &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cycle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;flows as such;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunting--&gt; shortlisting the potential ones(sucka's)--&gt; learn about them and their social network--&gt; find a perfect introduction--&gt;communication(facebook,friendster,msn,yahooM,mobile phone)--&gt;confess--&gt;lovey dovey for 2 weeks--&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;fight continuously for 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;--&gt;break up within one month--&gt;refresh saturday and sunday and the cycle starts all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;fight continuously for 2 weeks&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;This will be the sympathy story to be told to his friends."she not understanding lar cha ! everytime popek popek like an aunty only ! celaka wan".This fight will start when another potential one has been sighted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Requirement for the boyers involved;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;spiky hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-spikier the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;long sleeves shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-if possible,get a tie but dont wear it formally.Let it loose a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;beggy pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-with torn bits at your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bling bling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bling'er and bigger the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;grilss/shiny braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-make sure you have enough teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Talents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shuffling&lt;br /&gt;-rapping&lt;br /&gt;-break dance&lt;br /&gt;-guitarist; dunnoe if tabla or veenai is considered hawt&lt;br /&gt;-body with holes; i was talking about piercing&lt;br /&gt;-cooking ?? nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the qualities mentioned above,then congratulations ! you are fully qualified to be a boyer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Speaking of friendster,boyers,specifically indian boyers are at the top of their game there.Its their territory.All the Mariapan's,Madasamy's,Ramasamy's will be fishing here.Instead of shortlisting on one,every girl which is sighted is tried.So don't worry,all you girls will get a chance to be played.How they flirt on friendster ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Friendster messages;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its Kampung Kanthasamy the message would be like this;&lt;br /&gt;-hi..Hru ?u lukin swit and cute da ma..ur nos and eyes are reli beautiful da..plis cal me,014-ass hole.i waiting for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its Modern Mayilsamy the message would be like this;&lt;br /&gt;-hey there..You seem quite familiar...did u participate in any beauty pageant? *smacks head*anyway,nice knowing you.mind an intro ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lol.Well,it does work on some girls.So as you can see,playing some one is not easy.The amount of time,money and effort which is executed is massive.A word of advice for upcoming boyers.Time management is very important.Allocate your time well for the ART of playing people and for your future too.Mango idiots.Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SXXMnbBOJlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EfWvghzqJi4/s1600-h/kodu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293361914683729490" style="DISPLAY: block; 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*om sai ram*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Tamil movies has a formula ?Oh yes.We Indian people are fully aware how mathematics influences every portion of life.And we tend to apply it at everything we can.But there are some who live with the -eat,shit,sleep- policy.Its their life and we have nothing to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are movies which stands up for itself for its quality brilliance.It would be in a different genre.The genre that i'm about to talk about is a Masala film.Which means everything has been added.Or as i like to call it Crap from mango idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this formula you ask ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hero introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about saving people for its social cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macha A goes to thambi B seeking for help.Thambi B tells macha A that the matter will be solved by this particular character.Camera will be fixed at various angles to capture a chasing scene between this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ONE guy&lt;/span&gt; and other &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FIFTEEN guys&lt;/span&gt;.Remember this,the hero's face is yet to be seen.From the FIFTEEN,at least TEN men need to be down.Hero would still be running still in circles.Dying to see his face ? Then one of the following should happen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.) 10 kilos of tomato from the left and 10 kilos of broccoli from the right should be thrown.And our HERO will imerge/run through the veggies.It will happen in a slow motion visualization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.) same fifteen fellers will be stabbing the HERO with knives,bashing him with hockey sticks and etc etc .Hero face still not visible.At one point,the knife used to stab MUST reach the hero's eyes and the Hero WILL stop the stabbing when the tip of the knife is just about to tear the eyes(oooooOOO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.) my point is,the introduction has to be massive so that we will assume when the HERO is going against fifteen people,he can really whack the shit  out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hero's and proportion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be pondering on why the 1 and 15 being highlighted for.Its the proportion for the fight scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;According to the formula&lt;/span&gt;;Hero is massive and larger than life.A single punch,heck,a single stare by the hero will make his opponent to pee in his pants.Thus to equate such mighty to mere 3-2 people is just way to comical.It might turn out to be a comedy scene if he fights with JUST 2 people.Because we the audience,will be looking all around the screen for more men to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroin introductory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about crying and songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its raining,if its a song dreaming about the perfect guy,if its bullying scene by 10 guys,if its a chasing scene with 10 guys and you hear a sobbing sound with the following dialogue  "Ennai kapathengge !"&lt;br /&gt;translation;Safe me ! Then say hello to the movies heroin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her job is in the movie is toughest of all.She appears for songs..That's it.Songs.Shorter and skimpier the clothes,the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;According to the formula&lt;/span&gt;;the movie should have 5 song.Spare one for the hero for his massive introduction.The heroin has 4 songs ! that gives her 1 song=approx 5 min; 4 song X 5 min=20 minutes on screen ! plus a few so called romantic scene=15 min.That sums up to a very lengthy 35 min of the heroin presence in the movie.Which runs about 2 and half an hour.Told you she has the toughest job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What about the villains ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villains have a uniform.White dhoti and a collared white shirt.5-7  gold chains(preferably thick ones),10 rings for 10 fingers.And he should have a loud voice so that when the hero calls him to rub on whatever he just did for eg;DEI,I just blew your factory,the villain should be able to shout"DEEEEiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To sum up,this is the formula;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hero's veggie/knife/depends on directors creativity Introduction&lt;br /&gt;*hero's introduction song&lt;br /&gt;*2 romantic songs with heroin&lt;br /&gt;*2 fast beat songs with heroin/or some item number girl/depends on the director&lt;br /&gt;*brilliantly choreographed stunt scene *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;-blowing up cars&lt;br /&gt;-matrix&lt;br /&gt;*comedy scenes&lt;br /&gt;*annnnnnd...villain dies.Period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything i missed out ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-4040642749294945099?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/4040642749294945099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=4040642749294945099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/4040642749294945099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/4040642749294945099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2009/01/pakka-indian-and-beauty-of-visualition.html' title='Pakka Indian and beauty of Visualization ::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-2709555329542814054</id><published>2009-01-03T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:05:17.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged ::seenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Tagged ...&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Starting time : 10.01 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Name : Seenivasagam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sisters : one, prema latha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brothers : one, prem kumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Shoe size : gosh..i think its a 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Height : sobs..estimation lar..170 cm ?=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Where do you live : KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Favorite drinks : Apple juice,milo ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Favorite breakfast : LoL..as long i get something to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Have you ever been on a plane : yup yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Swam in the ocean : yup yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Fallen asleep in school : pbsm room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Broken someone's heart : i dunnoe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Fell off your chair : yup yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: LoL...and she always does =) credit takde belakang cerita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Saved e-mails : no..chat logs and text message..yes =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What is your room like : like a room lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What's right beside you : room wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What is the last thing you ate : toast bread with tuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ever had chicken pox : yup yup..when i was 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sore throat: too much ice..yesh =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Stitches : Its sooo kewl..but sadly..no=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Broken nose:this is definitely not kewl.nop =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight : No..i call it mango lurve =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Like picnics: sunny day ? yup yup..weather influences me a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Who was the last person you danced with :neeshantin,prem,kallen,krishna,shalini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Last made you smile : janeni !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You last yelled at : its been awhile since i did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;TODAY DID YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Talk to someone you like : yeeeesh ! 8.10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Kissed anyone: i did.On the phone =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Get sick: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Talked to an ex : haha ! no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Miss someone : even if i'm with her..weird =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals : ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What's under your bed : my socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Who do you really hate : my form 3 bm teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What time is it now :10.19 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;RANDOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q:Is there a person who is on your mind right now: tOmAtO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q : Do you have any siblings: Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q : Do you want children: Duh..who the hell is going to continue my legacy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q : Do you smile often: yup yup =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q : Do you like your hand-writing: Horrible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q : Are your toenails painted: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q : Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: all i care if its comfy !wait..is this a trick question ? am i suppose to say my gulfrens bed ? sobs =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q : What colour shirt are you wearing: now ? haha..shirtless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday: onlining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: I can't wait to: meet my tOmAtO again ! yay yay !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: When did you cry last: dunnoe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person: yup yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Do you have any pets: i have a fish..its sardin and its in a can..pity =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Where is the person you have feelings for right now: Sg.Buloh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Did the last person you held hands with you mean anything to you now?:Yogeswara ? yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Do you sleep with the TV on?:nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Who was the last person you cried in front of?: haha ! my dad..it was more like a chasing scene then a emotional scene..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: How many people can you say you've really loved?: REALLY as in..i would go crazy for ? haha..one =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Do you eat healthy?: i eat ! thats all i know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?: nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?: pissed yes.cried no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: How often do you go to temple?: whenever there's some festive month (im holly though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?: my tomato.Her voice is my medicine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: Loud !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Are you confident?: 50/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: What are you doing right now?: answering your questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Have you ever crawled through a window?: yup yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Can you handle the truth?: better now then later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Q: Are you closer to your mother or father?depends on what i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;THINGS YOU DID 10 YEARS AGO[i was 8 years old]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1.painted my house wall with oil paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2.planted my mango seed.Its huge now !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3.played football at 2 pm.Explain the skin complexion now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4.bully karu..sorry cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5.fish for tadpoles*weirdo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;6.ring my neighbors house bell and hide behind their car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;THINGS ON MY TO DO LIST TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. lavi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2.makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3. texting and talkin(fuyoooh) with tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4.figure out transportation for orientation tomoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 SNACKS I ENJOY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. choco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2. the long sourish ribbon..dam i forgot the name..i lurve them !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WERE A BILLIONAIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Take over astro =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2.settle my account with my dad (wait la u pa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3.my own consultant line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4.A motobike like batmans ! sobs..but i cant..=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5.JANENI ! its shopping time! hahak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 PLACES I HAVE LIVED IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. my grandmummy house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2. my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3. damai indah aunties house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4. my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5. where else lar ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5 JOBS I HAVE HAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1. celcom call centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2. direct sales(maxis broadband)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3.maxis call centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4. ceo of the subramaniam family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5. qpacs macha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;6. footballer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;7. a lover boii :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PEOPLE I TAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1.i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2. very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3. lazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4. to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5. tag :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7796727295691253975-2709555329542814054?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/2709555329542814054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=2709555329542814054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/2709555329542814054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/2709555329542814054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-seenu.html' title='tagged ::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-4116909761654897722</id><published>2009-01-03T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:15:11.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>million thx | prem</title><content type='html'>thx a lot dei..... nice way of rubbing things in.... let me post bout mine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-4116909761654897722?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/4116909761654897722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=4116909761654897722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_59795747a3f744f984067de8ea634447/adobe-px-thumbnails/9d9d92556db24ad6a79a29b82c1b9d07/256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date reminds you.By looking at it,you will travel back to whatever that occurred that day with your eyes closed.The place,the time,the first glance,how the first word struggled to come out,what you felt and etc etc.Everything that happened that day would be indescribable.You cant bring it back nor you cant feel it back.But when you look at the date on your calender,you would be smiling.Because thats the day you got your FIRST of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first friendster comment-me2her-:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hey! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first reply-her2me-:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;heyz..wassup ? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first friendster moment on :&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3/9/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first instant message on msn-her2me-: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;namaste !=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first instant message reply on msn-me2her-: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;jaaaanu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first msn messenger moment on:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;26/9/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time started missing her:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;navarathiri days..why cant it be 1 day ?? ish ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day started texting on the phone :&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;28/10/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first sms content received :&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sifu's num ryte ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first sms content sent :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;haha ! yup yup =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first misunderstanding moment :&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6/11/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;;it was my fault =)&lt;br /&gt;first phone call :&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6/11/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time we met : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;24/12/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first movie together : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wild child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant elaborate the details.Besides the fact that i've been forbidden to talk about them(blueeeeek),i just keep smiling when i think about them.Because no word,no matter how romantically i put those words,it will never describe how i felt or whatever that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and...this is the FIRST time..im feeling like this for a girl..im lucky =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_59795747a3f744f984067de8ea634447/adobe-px-thumbnails/209b8a129450475da84b27f7da54a338/256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-9090742300399576515?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/9090742300399576515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=9090742300399576515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/9090742300399576515'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths and i are like the government and the people.We cant go along.Maths wouldn't accept me.I wasn't cool enough for her.My hair wasn't parted sideways.I didn't use round glasses.I dint wear my pants high enough.I gave importance to sports instead of her.She felt neglected.Few professionals were hired to solve issues and question that we had.They tried their level best to make things work between us.But they saw no progress in our relationship.My father wasted his money for this professionals.We parted ways after highschools in search for our soul mates =).I manage to catch up with some of maths ex-es.This is what they had to say about her; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVjGQgtr-oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1CjRkbojOGc/s1600-h/mathjoke3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVjGQgtr-oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1CjRkbojOGc/s320/mathjoke3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285192149681044098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVjHVGq1E1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/OJCtDBBwxCg/s1600-h/mathjoke5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVjHVGq1E1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/OJCtDBBwxCg/s400/mathjoke5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285193328100709202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVjHHpVHUlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FTnB3Ltr0V4/s1600-h/mathjoke4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVjHHpVHUlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FTnB3Ltr0V4/s400/mathjoke4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285193096886702674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVjF6P_v6gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kE_LZPG2Lm0/s1600-h/mathjoke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVjF6P_v6gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kE_LZPG2Lm0/s320/mathjoke1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285191767236274690" border="0" /&gt;Eventhough i dispice her,she thought me the most important lesson one should ever learn to succeed in life.This was it;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVjHuL45uEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BAOg9ITFyAs/s1600-h/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVjHuL45uEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BAOg9ITFyAs/s400/woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285193758998640706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-2787523679979775235?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/2787523679979775235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=2787523679979775235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/2787523679979775235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat -Belated- Hari Natal to my beloved readers a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nd the entire Nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was clueless on what to publish on christmas.I love christmas.The jingle bell,the caroling,the cookies,the thani's,the partying,the decorations in mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVi1Z_tdt8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WeCcZkZ8drk/s1600-h/Bad+Boii001.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/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVi1Z_tdt8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WeCcZkZ8drk/s320/Bad+Boii001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285173620922759106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;deco in one utama, i think its the new wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talking bout Christmas in precise is something i didn't want to do.The whole-you should be with your family on the festive and cherish it with your friends-talk bores me.You want that story,sit on your granpa's lap and he will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my Dads friend house.And there stood sad little Johnny.He's 8 by the way.He wished me and gave me a candy.I took him on my lap and asked him why was he down.The kid didnt want to look at me.I asked him again.He told me his entire Christmas disaster.Where efforts and sincerity was taken as a joke.He was very angry with Santa Clause.Very angry.Because he didn't get what he want.I was massively impressed with his cursing knowledge.For an eight year old he was good.Little did he know he was cursing his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With utmost care for my fellow readers,i decided to rewrite little johnny's Christmas disaster in a letter format with my flavors and imagination.And it goes like this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be surprised that i'm writing to you today,the 26th of december.Well i would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred beginning of the month which filled with emotion.Thus I decide to write to you,SANTA.I asked for a bicycle,an electric train set,a pair of roller blades and  a football uniform.I destroyed my brain studying the whole year.Not only was i the first in class but i had the best grades in the whole school.I'm not going to lie to you.There wasn't anyone in my entire neighbourhood who behaved better than me.I would go on errands, and even walk the elders across the streets.There was virtually nothing within reach i wouldn't do for humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What balls you have leaving me a fuggin yoyo,lame whistle, and a pair of ugly socks.What the fugg were you thinking you fat prick,that you have taken me a sucker the entire fuggin year to come out with some shits like this under the tree ?As if you haven't fugged me enough,you gave the little kundi across the street so many toys that he cant even walk in his house.Don't let me catch you trying to fit your big fat ass down my chimney next year.I'll fugg you up.I'll shoot your reindeers and make carpets out of their furs.That leaves you no option but to walk back to north pole.Just like what i have to do since you didn't get me my fugging bike.Next year you will see how bad can i be.You fat prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s ; i promised Johnny that i wont tell his father what he felt about Santa clause.*fingers cross*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SVi1Z_tdt8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/WeCcZkZ8drk/s72-c/Bad+Boii001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796727295691253975.post-7036546694076332010</id><published>2008-12-18T23:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:05:56.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bendy straw are resticted :: seenu</title><content type='html'>What i meant by restricted is limited usage.You use it for another purpose and u get a *are-you-retarded* look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank teh tarik with a straw.It was in a cup and came with a straw.And i drank it.With a straw.Yes.A straw.Why am i dragging the whole drinking part ? I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tales of &lt;/span&gt;Celcom&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; and undeniably &lt;/span&gt;DumbFugg&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Colleague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said it came in a cup with a straw. A story telling session was going on.So i didn't pay much attention to the straw.It was an unconscious act.Me sipping through straw thing.But a mango idiot couldn't let it go.He has to clean up "uncivilized act"*WTF*.He looked at me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he goes&lt;/span&gt; ; Minum dengan straw ka... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i go&lt;/span&gt;; huh ? ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and he goes&lt;/span&gt;; minum teh tarik ? dengan straw ? ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was&lt;/span&gt;; huh ? apesal plak ? ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and he goes&lt;/span&gt;; mana ade orang minum dengan straw ?? ish ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped me from drinking,took of the straw,and threw it.Thus,by doing that,he saved the multi million dollar company,CELCOM that is,embarrassment from one of their employee.Who was about to drink tea.Sipping through a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief WTF moment&lt;br /&gt;Aku punya duit ,aku punya teh tarik,aku punya straw ! lu punya buntut sakit ka ?? I will pour the tea on a plate and lick it like a dog to drink it.For all i care ! as long my taste buds gets to taste the freakin brown liquid !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't angry with him.Laugh out loud.I wasn't.I smiled at him.I got myself a counter smile.And i drank it the way he wanted.The style which we are all fond of*guna mulut laa*.This was the thought that was running through my mind when it occurred; Maybe he is going through some mental stress.Bad sexual experience maybe.The girl pissed him off.And now he has something against straws.Or a drink-straw-with-mouth ONLY-disorder.Lol.I saw no point debating over this petty matter.He was older then me.Maybe he took the liberty of telling me something.But it was not the right way.Well i was obviously wasn't exhilarated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: if u feel like making a point like lets say,dun drink tea by sipping through a  straw,say it.Don't pull it.Not many would be smiling back like i did.Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-7036546694076332010?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/7036546694076332010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=7036546694076332010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/7036546694076332010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/7036546694076332010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2008/12/bendy-straw-are-resticted-seenu.html' title='Bendy straw are resticted :: seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-815860192782713590</id><published>2008-12-04T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:10:15.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls.Do.Donts ::seenu</title><content type='html'>As boredom strikes the mind of the sane,the ear canals of the sane begins absorbing  thoughts exchanged by the surveillance around.Below is one of such when boredom struck me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: KL Central KTM station back to Bandar Tasek Selatan.&lt;br /&gt;Time    : I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Weather : It was underground lar kundi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; : whats your favorite color ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;: pink !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; : me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;: girls like pink !! *with the fugg-ed up look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; : i don't think there's any act that says only girls can like pink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;: *a speechless wateva  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.Only girls can like pink ??? WTF ??? *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this post is not about pink&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to them..&lt;br /&gt;Daddy sperm swims.Reaches the ovum.Or is it the oocyte ? Gotta penetrate that dam layer surrounding the ovum.The Strongest one get through.That process is like in hours.If the embryo is formed,a mother is born too.She has 10 hard months to go.The delivering process is much like a person who is suffering from constipation.From the facial expression and the pain.The pain might be 10 times more.*applause for the ladies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How guys give space to girls.&lt;br /&gt;FASHION&lt;br /&gt;Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirts.&lt;br /&gt;Blouse.&lt;br /&gt;Dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Heels.&lt;br /&gt;G-string ! *room raiders says there's man ones too*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cant use Skirts.Lower body parts will be exposed and might lead many to trauma and possible coma.&lt;br /&gt;We don't use blouse.Too flowery&lt;br /&gt;We don't try on dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Heels ? Foot soles too big.&lt;br /&gt;G-string ? subjective to individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of using "can't use","don't use",i should just say there are no Men-skirts,Men-blouse,Men-dress and etc etc.It's not like we want to use them.But still.We want options too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How girls cramp up the GUY space.&lt;br /&gt;FASHION&lt;br /&gt;Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Slacks.(office wear)&lt;br /&gt;Long sleeves. ( Be it with stripes or jus plain)&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You use everything ! You don't see us wearing beads around our neck or glittery belt which has princess crown buckle right ? Women invasion ! You don't see us complaining.Do you now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men employer Woman employee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mottaiBoss&lt;/span&gt;: Ms.Kamachi,get into my cabin now ! *sounds so wrong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kamachi&lt;/span&gt;   : *Coming in* Yes boss ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mottaiBoss&lt;/span&gt;: I want the file regardi....Oiii ! why you wearing long sleeves ? With   stripes some more ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kamachi&lt;/span&gt;   : Erm..why not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mottaiBoss&lt;/span&gt;: That's what guys wear ! How the heck am i suppose to feel special if u wearing the same dam thing im wearing ?? Your fired ! *merajuks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the wtf vibe ? Yea.Now you do.HAh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmin to the point&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being a sexist.Not stereotyping.No.Haha.And i most definitely am not trying to make girls stick to their outfit.All i'm saying...Shit im lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-815860192782713590?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/815860192782713590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=815860192782713590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/815860192782713590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/815860192782713590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2008/12/girlsdodonts-seenu.html' title='Girls.Do.Donts ::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-1014070373096510382</id><published>2008-11-25T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:39:05.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im bored :: seenu</title><content type='html'>Incase you forgot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* times&lt;br /&gt;+plus&lt;br /&gt;-minus&lt;br /&gt;=equal&lt;br /&gt;answers in&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1*7=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;+4=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;-9=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;*14=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;48&lt;/span&gt;+1=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;49&lt;/span&gt; is the square of 7 which is plused 7 times and you'll get &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;49&lt;/span&gt;-20=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;-5.2=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;23.8&lt;/span&gt;*0====&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any figure timed by 0 equals to zero.Be it a million or a one.&lt;br /&gt;My point is :Setitik nila,kau jangan lah rosakkan  susu yang banyak gila tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8*4*4*8=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1024&lt;/span&gt;+272=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1296&lt;/span&gt; is the square of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt; which means 36 is the square &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;root&lt;/span&gt; of 1296.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;root ;&lt;/span&gt;Don't forget where u come from&lt;br /&gt;my point is : bangang punya kacang ! jangan lupakan kulit  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally sat and thought by&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cbby%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt; 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Homework is in the list but its not top priority. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*off topic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*introduction to famous five*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad hated me.I'm serious.Being the last one in the family,oh wait...that's not a reason actually.I was a dumb-fugg at that tender age.We all were.But speaking for myself now, I WAS a dumd-fugg.&lt;br /&gt;He almost did break my head with a lovely hammer.Yes.Why ? I was amazed by these race car series.Pumped wit excitement and being enthusiastic about the whole thing i decided to...Drive...His...Car....Bad idea ?Yeah.I think so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the engine,shift it to Reverse and i pulled up and let go off the handbrake.Yup yup.No hitting the brake first then shifting.The car moved slowly back.I was trying my best to reach the gas paddle.Forgeting about the existance of the BLADY front gate,i successfully knocked the car.Just incase if you were wondering,nothing happened to me.Dad came out.He didn't look very happy.BAAM ! he usaed his 'the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Famous Five&lt;/span&gt;' finger slap.Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to Wat The Fugg and Me.Around the same year.My mom told me to run some chores.Keeping up with the Dumb Fugg attitude,i gave her a rude NO.A small session of recapping my past-to-do chores happened,which remained to-do till now.At one point,I said Wat the Fugg laa ! Astonished for the wrong reason,was my mom.She marched downstairs."SONNNNNN !" That was my dad calling me.A loud Son.Bad sign.Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: Do you know the meaning of the word ?&lt;br /&gt;ME   : No&lt;br /&gt;DAD: Where did u picked it ?&lt;br /&gt;ME  : School.Friend.&lt;br /&gt;DAD: Did your friend tell you the meaning of the word ?&lt;br /&gt;ME  : No.But he told me to use it when i'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;DAD:I'm going to make you angry now.Are you going to say it to me too ?&lt;br /&gt;ME  :No.&lt;br /&gt;DAD: Why not ?&lt;br /&gt;ME  : Gate is locked.I cant run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the convo,I was giving a direct eye contact to my dad.I was like trying to show him i'm involved in the convo.Not trying to hide anything or being guilty about the whole thing.He thought i was challenging his authority or so..I dont know.But he didnt like the eye contact.Again with the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;famous five&lt;/span&gt;' landing on my right cheek.Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dicColor"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-6796093201110074617?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/6796093201110074617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=6796093201110074617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/6796093201110074617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/6796093201110074617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2008/11/wat-fugg-and-me-seenu.html' title='Wat the fugg and Me :: seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-895640319340797953</id><published>2008-10-29T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:21:59.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He loves Her ::seenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;basket&lt;/span&gt;         :  Macha ! i saw a girl dei ! dam chun lar ! i think i'm love with her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tupperware&lt;/span&gt; :Serious ?? where dei ? our class ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;basket&lt;/span&gt;         : No no.Next class.Dam chun dei..Haih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tupperware&lt;/span&gt; :Good stuff dei.Friends with her already ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;basket&lt;/span&gt;          : Ya ya ! I got plan to pikat her dei.Listen ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tupperware&lt;/span&gt; :Listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;basket&lt;/span&gt;         :I find out what she like,then i tell her i like the same thing aso.Then she'll go 'fuyoooo' dei !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tupperware&lt;/span&gt; :Ohkay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;basket&lt;/span&gt;         :I bet she'll fall for me dei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tupperware&lt;/span&gt; :Well good luck on that.So why you like her ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;basket&lt;/span&gt;       :I love her fringe dei ! Dam chun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tupperware&lt;/span&gt;:.........................What ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;basket&lt;/span&gt;         :You dont know fringe ? hahaha ! village fellow..the one girls go cut their hair falling infront like curtain one.That one la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tupperware&lt;/span&gt; :I know whats a fringe you putumayam! So if she cut her fringe you wont love her anymore ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;basket&lt;/span&gt;         : errrrr.....hmmmmmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love because she/he's hot ? In love because her ass is like jLo ?WHAT IF..she/he got involved in an accident right after you couple up.And her/his face or other assets got screwed up.Are you still in love with your one and only ? Not so hot now ay ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convo up there happened between a friend and i when we were form 4.His plan worked.But her fringe gone missing for a month and they broke off.Lets just leave this matter here.Because its way too stupid to discuss about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love.I listen people talk about it.I see our local romeo's holding a girls hand and claming she makes the world a better place to live in,his black and white eyes turns into rainbow when she glances at him,etc etc and alas,she is his perfect world.I'm not against it.Girls know that its fake,but they love it because those words creates a special vibe within them.I dont know.If i'm wrong ,correct me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perception of perfect love ? Its when I see an unperfect girl as the most perfect one.She would be flawless to my eyes only.It wouldnt bother me if another person feels she not good looking,or if they have problem with her attitude.Because.Like I said.She is flawless to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-895640319340797953?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/895640319340797953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=895640319340797953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/895640319340797953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/895640319340797953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-loves-her-seenu.html' title='He loves Her ::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-3503084309300098934</id><published>2008-10-26T23:52:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:54:41.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it really define ::seenu</title><content type='html'>Festive of Lights.There are two side of story.South side of india celebrates deepavali because Lord Krishna slayed Narakasura(bad boy).North side of india celebrates deepavali upon the return of Lord Rama from 14 years of exile.&lt;br /&gt;I swear i didnt know any of this shits, i mean this facts before this.I goggled it up 15 minutes before.Ashamed of myself ? Yes.For not knowing my own tradition.Boo you SEENU !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does Deepavali really means.I'll tell you my definition of Deepavali.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSU3E02uPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rVbtmr0UcJM/s1600-h/fireworks2ss.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/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSU3E02uPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rVbtmr0UcJM/s320/fireworks2ss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261493938584729842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Fireworks.Hell Yea !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSVaEJnA9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/eWF3baG7Phk/s1600-h/muruku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSVaEJnA9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/eWF3baG7Phk/s320/muruku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261494539698766802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.) Muruku.How do you spell Deepavali without this crunchy yummy yummy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSVwkgNOPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1qK5rHIApiM/s1600-h/angpau.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/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSVwkgNOPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1qK5rHIApiM/s320/angpau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261494926340602098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.) Angpau.One of the reasons I love my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSWAcLZIRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U6KlH3-Z1t4/s1600-h/mutton+curry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSWAcLZIRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U6KlH3-Z1t4/s320/mutton+curry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261495198983725330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Mutton curry.My Ah Bengs will screw me if I dont serve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSXd76DCNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jL-Ol7Oyzzw/s1600-h/carlsberg.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/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSXd76DCNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jL-Ol7Oyzzw/s320/carlsberg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261496805228742866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Beer ! Not gonna elaborate =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)Forwarding Deepavali greeting SMS.You'll get same messages at least from 5 peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood had routine deepavali;&lt;br /&gt;*afternoon-karu's house for lunch&lt;br /&gt;*evening-my house for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be at karu's for lunch.Karu had play station with extra consoles.So his lunch would be ps-lunch.Mine will be fireworks-dinner.Karu will never forget thunderclap rockets.His ass would be our rockets target.And my Ah Beng's will be rocketing my neighbours dog.Happy days indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies.Not forgetting you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSdJy-wsHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/h0BjCEoR8No/s1600-h/saree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSdJy-wsHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/h0BjCEoR8No/s320/saree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261503056304975986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSdQwisuoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nQetZd-E6wQ/s1600-h/punjabi+suits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSdQwisuoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nQetZd-E6wQ/s320/punjabi+suits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261503175909489282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSdeUzTK3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/NNn8xy_wm_Q/s1600-h/bangles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSdeUzTK3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/NNn8xy_wm_Q/s320/bangles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261503408981093234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy ??Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone A Happy prosperous/joyful/delightful/wonderful Deepavali  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got a forwarded message.Damn !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-3503084309300098934?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/3503084309300098934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=3503084309300098934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/3503084309300098934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/3503084309300098934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-does-it-really-define-seenu.html' title='What does it really define ::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SQSU3E02uPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rVbtmr0UcJM/s72-c/fireworks2ss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796727295691253975.post-361145156607491573</id><published>2008-10-26T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:52:18.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Class Celeb for Sizzling Style :: seenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_59795747a3f744f984067de8ea634447/adobe-px-thumbnails/be580ad915fe48bfa387003d0461708d/256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Rajnikanth Spells magic !The name Rajnikanth spells spectacular !The name Rajnikath has no boundaries,no limitation for screen charisma.He's the only actor who has carved a niche for himself in cinema just for stylish appeal.Yes.Nothing but style.You guys have seen the Joker in Dark Knight,with his very own tagline;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY SO SERIUS ?&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET'S PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE &lt;/span&gt;and etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajnikanth on the other hand has his very own tagline line in each movies.One example;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Uhx6-8m2Bs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Uhx6-8m2Bs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dialogue dubbing for your convenience :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white shirt dude with glasses&lt;/span&gt;: You think Adhiseshan means apply pottu and eat ponggal ar?? Check old police record.Adhiseshan lar ! Kasimedu Adhi ! I'll cucuk you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white shirt butkissing Secretary&lt;/span&gt;: Aya ! dun aya ! we'll take care off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white shirt dude with glassees&lt;/span&gt;:Velu,money come to me house,corpse go his house.&lt;br /&gt;*music in between*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white shirt Butkissing Secretary&lt;/span&gt;: Who you think you banging with ?? these fellers are top ten rowdies in Madras !they'll cincang you into pieces !Dum dum..who ask you to come alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rajnikanth&lt;/span&gt;:HaHaHa(heroic laugh) Kanna,only pigs tags along with company&lt;br /&gt;*music in between*&lt;br /&gt;*hero pushes,punches two faces,pulls to idiots down*&lt;br /&gt;*camera zoom back to his face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rajnikanth&lt;/span&gt;:Only lion comes alone !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he said just now was the tagline.Rajnikanth movies are crap at times.Erm..Hate to admit this.But there's nothing but colorful costumes,few taglines and crappy fight scene.Storyline will be as simple as this.HE WINS.Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;And yet he has huge fan followings in japan,united states,etc etc.Yea..makes you go on wat the fugg mode doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are the following &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST HAVE&lt;/span&gt; in his movies;&lt;br /&gt;*ladies sentiment eg. of dialogue; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ennaku nalla tamil kalacharam ulle ponnu than veenum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;/span&gt;;I only want a tamil cultured woman&lt;br /&gt;But his lead ladies are always in bikini or some eye popping out fit which can pump your adrenaline and testosterone hormones to infinity and possibly beyond level. Honestly,I'm dont think they are eye popping at all.Probably I've seen worse.Haha.Dont jump into a conclusion before consulting me kay !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.photoshop.com/home_59795747a3f744f984067de8ea634447/adobe-px-thumbnails/c762f22f979d4669912132250dd4dc8d/256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Comedy scene involving snake;he is terrified by snake according to movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*repetitive tagline;we talked bout this earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Solo fight.No Rajni movie is complete without a solo fight.The fans would be ffff-ing pissed.Yea.Thats how crucial it is for rajni to kick some butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have a Rajni movie !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact remains that i'm still/forever a vivid rajni fan even though his genre of movies aint my type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-361145156607491573?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/361145156607491573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=361145156607491573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/361145156607491573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/361145156607491573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-class-celeb-for-sizzling-style.html' title='World Class Celeb for Sizzling Style :: seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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-7796727295691253975.post-2657565787326241997</id><published>2008-10-19T01:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:29:41.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear Paal Paandi ::seenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPoy7KmsH-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/pZWoUZUWs60/s1600-h/banana.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPoy7KmsH-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/pZWoUZUWs60/s320/banana.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258571506948775906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 7px 0pt; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Log In&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="_submitted" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="next" value="/" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="tzoffset" value="-480" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt;           var now = new Date();           document.login_form.tzoffset.value = now.getTimezoneOffset();         &lt;/script&gt; &lt;table style="width: 242px; height: 127px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: right ! important; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Email:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;input name="email" maxlength="100" alt="Email Address" style="width: 150px ! important;" value="" type="text"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="text-align: right ! important; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Password:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;input name="password" maxlength="10" onkeypress="submitLogin()" style="width: 150px ! important;" type="password"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;input name="remembermyemail" id="remembermyemail" type="checkbox"&gt;&lt;span class="medium"&gt;&lt;label for="remembermyemail"&gt;Remember me&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="loginButton clearFix"&gt; &lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/#" class="greyButton" onclick="document.login_form.submit()"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Log In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;input style="display: none;" type="submit"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="medium"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/forgotpassword.php"&gt;Forgot password?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem familiar ? Yes ? No ? For those who is thinking of saying yes,they would be smiling because these are the two details they would be filling up each and everyday to check the following;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* to check how many hits they have on their profile&lt;br /&gt;*who commented "babe ur freakin hawt !!' on their pictures&lt;br /&gt;*who sent them glittery actress/actors image to thank for adding,to express how much they miss them etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who is thinking of saying no,buy a rat poison and commit suicide.Hahak.Seriously.Die !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This post is not targeted to anyone.Its a general post.If it did hurt someone,or certain someone feel associated with this post,its purely unintentional.Please don't sue me.I'm poor.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moving on !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster/Facebook and all the other social network crap are actually fun.Some find their first relationships here,soul mates,gay mates,you name it.But i'm not here to talk about that.I want to talk about the things we do there.I'm gonna separate it in random topic and these topics will be refered as ShitSter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ShitSter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 ;Friendster and girl talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenario;girls exchanging comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kamachi &lt;/span&gt;:Hey baby gul ! Looking haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawt in that pic ! haih..I miss you lar  ! call me kay....muax muax luv you !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Menachi&lt;/span&gt; :Gul !!!!!!!!! MISSSSS U TOOO ! kay kay..we meet up this sat kay..LUV YOU MORE !!!muax muax !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't confuse yourself.This girls would be completely straight.Ermm.Ohkay,we'll assume they are straight because the few I know are.I'm not going to question on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; girls talks like this.After deep research and analysis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found the anwser to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because they are girls ! No questions.Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,what if.What if the male species speaks the same language ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Paal Pandi&lt;/span&gt; : Hey baby boy ! Looking haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawt cha ! haih..i miss you lar ! call me kay.....muax muax luv you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ramasamy&lt;/span&gt; : DEI BABY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MISSSSS U TOOO ! kay kay..we meet up this sat kay..LUV YOU MORE !!!muax muax !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless.I hope this would never happen.But if some of you claim you speak to your partners the same way.I have no objections.Carry on please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShitSter 2 ; Posers and Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posers aren't bad.They expose and explore the magic behind the lens.We shall differentiate poser into two.One is the Poser who Emotes(in a sense of various shots taken with different emotions),Two is Poser who are Stiff.What do i mean by stiff ? I'm sure you have came through this kind of pictures; *ME and my car,*ME after working out,*ME before going to college.The guys/girls facial expression would be the same in every picture.But with different background.Notice the ME ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was the worst.*ME eating a banana...WAT THE FUGG ! why the hell would you wanna show  the world you eating a banana ?Do you think this is AFC channel ?? Wanna audition for hosting ay ? We already have National Geography where monkeys shows us how to eat a banana.But thanks for the tips though.Sigh.Manggo Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-2657565787326241997?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/2657565787326241997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=2657565787326241997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/2657565787326241997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/2657565787326241997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-is-no-more-moneyits-frensterseenu.html' title='My dear Paal Paandi ::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPoy7KmsH-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/pZWoUZUWs60/s72-c/banana.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796727295691253975.post-4008020441187758041</id><published>2008-10-12T00:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:09:51.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Customers Are Stupid ::seenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPDmC2FiQPI/AAAAAAAAADk/6pHctcHCxq8/s1600-h/digi_ads_at_celcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPDmC2FiQPI/AAAAAAAAADk/6pHctcHCxq8/s320/digi_ads_at_celcom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255953701694226674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a conversation that were engaged between an indonesian customer and I at Celcom ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;''Seenu&lt;br /&gt;IND''INDONESIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:Celcom careline,Seenu sedia membantu.&lt;br /&gt;IND:Ya &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;enciiik&lt;/span&gt;,saya mau mintak bantuan daripada &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;enciiik&lt;/span&gt;,boleh&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; enciiik&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:Boleh cik.Sebelum itu,saya ingin mengesahkan nombor encik dahulu ya,019-xxx xxxx,betul cik ?&lt;br /&gt;IND:Apa dia enciiik ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:Sebelum itu,saya ingin mengesahkan nombor encik dahulu boleh ya ? (a brief gap for him to reply)&lt;br /&gt;IND:Boleh ciiik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:Nombor cik 019-xxx xxxx,betul cik ?&lt;br /&gt;IND:(noisy backgroud) Woi minah ! @%@%@&amp;amp;&amp;amp; ! aku mau cakap dengan Enciiik Celcom ni !! Diamlar  @*****@@ !! Boleh ulang balik ciiik ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:*mute the line*MACIBAI punye budak !!*unmute back* NOMBOR CIK !*loud yet almost polite*&lt;br /&gt;IND:Ya ciik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:019-xxx !!&lt;br /&gt;IND:Ya ciiik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;: xxxx,betul ??!!&lt;br /&gt;IND:Ya ciiik.Betul ciiik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:Sigh.Yang bercakap ini siapa ?&lt;br /&gt;IND:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bapak&lt;/span&gt; Ahmad Raja Sidek ciik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:Bagaimana saya boleh bantu Encik Sidek ?&lt;br /&gt;IND:Boleh panggil saya Raja ciik ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:*respecting human rights*Boleh En.Raja.Bagaimana saya boleh bantu cik ?&lt;br /&gt;IND:Pagi semua okay tetapi sekarang tak boleh ciiik,kenape ya ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:Apa yang tak bolehnya ?&lt;br /&gt;IND:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Itu surat menyurat sesama talipon enciik&lt;/span&gt;.Semalam okay,pagi pun okay,tapi sekarang tak boleh cik.Kenapa ciiik ? Saya tengah sedih enciiik.Saya selalu hantar surat tetapi sekarang saya tak boleh enciiik.Tolong saya enciiik !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:Tiada masalah Encik Raja.Sebelum itu biar saya buat beberapa penyemakan dahulu ya ? *ON HOLD* ~entered his number in prepaid system~*UNHOLD BACK* Terima kasih menunggu ya Encik Raja.&lt;br /&gt;IND:Bolehkah keadaan saya ditolong enciiik ? *Dramatic mango idiot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:Butiran sim Encik  menyata bahawa baki kredit Encik Raja ialah rm -0.01&lt;br /&gt;IND: ................................................apa maksudnya ciiik ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:Encik Raja kena &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RELOAD&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;IND: Ya ke ? Mana saya boleh&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; reee-load'e&lt;/span&gt; enciiik ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:*pulithi made kundi kamnaty WAAAAT THE FUGGG !!*Boleh dibeli dimana-mana kedai top up celcom Encik Raja.&lt;br /&gt;IND:oooOOOWWHH ! Top up ya ?? Ingatkan apa tadi.Cakap laa top up tadi.Entha apa benda ciiik cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;: Minta Maaf Encik Raja.Saya terpandang rendah atas kefasihan bahasa inggeris Encik Raja tadi.Minta maaf ya.&lt;br /&gt;IND:Tak mengapa ciiik.Lain kali peka ya ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;: Ada apa apa lagi saya boleh bantu Encik Raja ?&lt;br /&gt;IND:Tiada apa lagi ciik.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Terima Kasih dan selamat bertugas ciiik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;:Terima Kasih menghubungi celcom.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Selamat berpuasa Encik Raja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****the end***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.I'm not stereotyping all indonesians .It's just this individual i'm talking about.These is one of the 100 calls i get per day.Sometimes,good customer get shity attitude from us because of the previous assholes.I'm sure you guys are  familiar with the quote CUSTOMERS ARE ALWAYS RIGHT ? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CUSTOMERS ARE AN ASS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s my quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when your question is too stupid,we'll hold your call,call our colleagues around us,put you on loudspeaker,unhold back,and laugh at you when you talk.&lt;br /&gt;p.s you wont know if your on loudspeaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2&lt;br /&gt;Question still stupid.Put on hold,fetch some water,much on a few chips,resume the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 3&lt;br /&gt;You will be complaining all the shit you want.But you want to check for 012 num.Why the fugg you calling Celcom for ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CUSTOMERS ARE AN ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be wondering.What do you mean customers are an ass ? If we dont call,you wont have a job ! And where are we suppose to get the information we want? True.Cant argue there.Try sitting on my chair for a week.You'll feel exactly the same way I do.You will go through drastic mood swings.Ladies on PMS*pre menstrual cycle* and who are pregnant.Gawd.These are the two monsters you customers dont wanna mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough explaining myself.Let's get back to Encik Raja shall we.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Itu surat menyurat sesama talipon enciik. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If some of you are still confused on that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,Its SMS.You see.Sometimes customers like En.Raja have terms of their own which you have to interpret and communicat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e with them despite your laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Enciiik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Yes.they stress on that word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bapak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.Its a salutation for indons.Its referred as Sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reload&lt;/span&gt;, IND:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;reee-load'e&lt;/span&gt;.Conclusion.I'm an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Terima Kasih dan selamat bertugas ciiik&lt;/span&gt;.Only certain customers say that and for that,i Thank En.Raja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Selamat berpuasa Encik Raja&lt;/span&gt;.Quality Assurance people would be tapping the calls.Have to kiss butt to survive.Haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPDmUqG0BKI/AAAAAAAAADs/-6SPxojAk5g/s1600-h/kid_n_toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPDmUqG0BKI/AAAAAAAAADs/-6SPxojAk5g/s320/kid_n_toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255954007716005026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-4008020441187758041?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/4008020441187758041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=4008020441187758041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/4008020441187758041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/4008020441187758041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2008/10/customers-are-stupid-seenu.html' title='Customers Are Stupid ::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPDmC2FiQPI/AAAAAAAAADk/6pHctcHCxq8/s72-c/digi_ads_at_celcom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796727295691253975.post-3459143393986941227</id><published>2008-10-11T23:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:56:05.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your Very own Datukship for promoting ! ::seenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPDDaD8tgbI/AAAAAAAAADU/OU7T_ZEHkBk/s1600-h/wtf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPDDaD8tgbI/AAAAAAAAADU/OU7T_ZEHkBk/s400/wtf.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255915617645330866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this post is rated wtf,hatred comments are welcomed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How many of you guys know Shah Rukh Khan ? No ? NO ??? Kuch Kuch Hota Hai ? Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gham ? Om Shanti Om ? Still in WTF mode ?Thats alright.You'll know him now.Because he is presented Datukship.Yes ! So when the credit rolls in his movies,it will be Datuk Shah Rukh from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPDFKe9oYyI/AAAAAAAAADc/TDpikLpRakg/s1600-h/srk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPDFKe9oYyI/AAAAAAAAADc/TDpikLpRakg/s400/srk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255917549042295586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malacca government has decided to make Shah Rukh a Datuk *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not gonna mention names cause i might end up in isa*&lt;/span&gt;.So what did he do to deserve the tittle ? Plenty of course !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.He promoted Malacca in one of his film 'One 2 Ka 4'*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the one with Juhi Chawla laa&lt;/span&gt;* and ever since that,tourist number has increased.&lt;br /&gt;2.Do we need a number 2 ?? He did too much !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The award ceremony was held today but mista Datuk didn't make it due to unavoidable circumstances *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he doesn't know where malacca is*.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahak ! Reason unknown,but King Khan was failed to be seen at the ceremony.Chill Malacca Government.Which is why we have DHL courier service for.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Next in line for Datukship award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Ajith Kumar for 'Billa 2007'&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Vijay for 'Kuruvi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/7796727295691253975-3459143393986941227?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/3459143393986941227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=3459143393986941227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/3459143393986941227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/3459143393986941227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-your-very-own-datukship-for.html' title='Get your Very own Datukship for promoting ! ::seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SPDDaD8tgbI/AAAAAAAAADU/OU7T_ZEHkBk/s72-c/wtf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796727295691253975.post-1808887299271007516</id><published>2008-10-08T08:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:16:45.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more a goddess after puberty ?? :: seenu</title><content type='html'>Trust me.Qpacs is not as happening as Hartamas or Subang .So certain post will not be associated with Qpacs. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*my apology fellow qpacs-ian*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this post is not to hurt anyone.please dont take it seriously.its just my point of view.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have always wondered.For indians,we have a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; of gods.As you may know,there are 3 main ones,Siva the destroyer,Vishnu the preserver,Brahma the creator.Ohkay,why did I say a lot.Because 3 of them have many avatars and these avatars serve certain purpose for the avatar-ing. Let me give you an example,the malaysian rojak style ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenario 1&lt;br /&gt;Ramayanam* Ravana is the bad guy/Powerful Demon.He ruled Sri Lanka the bad boii's way.Sri lankans were suffering.Lord Vishnu the preserver/penjaga decided to take matters into his own hand.A lil bit of kamasutra involved and PUFF we have Ram,who is the avatar of Lord Vishnu with sole purpose of killing Ravana&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*if there is any mistake with the story please correct me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So now Lord Ram is a god.My question is,aren't there any avatars no more ? I'm talking about 2008.Dont the Three gods take avatars no more ?? I have seen many people perfo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rming black magic for evil deed,still wandering around like a free bird.&lt;/span&gt;Maybe we just dont realize these avatars.Maybe they are keeping it low profile.Come,Kill,Go policy.Just a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,my theory came to question when I read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KATMANDU, Nepal - Hindu and Buddhist priests chanted sacred hymns and cascaded flowers and grains of rice over a 3-year-old girl who was appointed a living goddess in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1223424645_0"&gt;Nepal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sources Yahoo ! news*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well that is just the introduction.I'll tell you the rest.These Goddess'es are shortlisted from a caste.Shakya Goldsmith caste to be precise.They must have perfect horoscope,perfect hair,eyes,nails,skin(no scars).They had a final test to proof themselves worthy to be a goddess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Test*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As a final test, the living goddess must spend a night alone in a room among the heads of ritually slaughtered goats and buffaloes without showing fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas,we have our Goddess !&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SOwM9SqpDJI/AAAAAAAAACc/2GrVpCNm_Qc/s1600-h/nepal+goddes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SOwM9SqpDJI/AAAAAAAAACc/2GrVpCNm_Qc/s400/nepal+goddes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254589112356768914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She will be worshipped by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1223424645_2"&gt;Hindus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1223424645_3"&gt;Buddhists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; as an incarnation of the powerful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1223424645_4"&gt;Hindu deity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Taleju.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people.We have avatars.In 2008.And get this,she will no longer be a goddess when she reaches puberty.They will appoint a new goddess.Ohkaaay...till then she will be isolated in a temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nepalese folklore holds that men who marry a former kumari will die young, and so many girls remain unmarried and face a life of hardship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cute.You'll survive.I mean,Goddess,i bow down !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796727295691253975-1808887299271007516?l=qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/feeds/1808887299271007516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7796727295691253975&amp;postID=1808887299271007516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/1808887299271007516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7796727295691253975/posts/default/1808887299271007516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qpacs-crapz.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-more-goddess-after-puberty.html' title='No more a goddess after puberty ?? :: seenu'/><author><name>seenu*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14313542330975562602</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SOwM9SqpDJI/AAAAAAAAACc/2GrVpCNm_Qc/s72-c/nepal+goddes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796727295691253975.post-274843534555739154</id><published>2008-10-07T21:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:31:51.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did this Raya:: seenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'' this post has nothing to do with qpacs''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you guys heard of M1 blog ? No ? Well.Im into browsing blogs now and i found this blog called Makkez online.LOL.I like their style.They have targeted audience.Its a social realization genre blog where they don't crap on what  they are doing daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was makkez and his fellow mates who highlighted this matter.This iss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ue is already over.But i just wanna post it here too.This was the case.This chinese girl got her hand phone stolen.She found out an indian guy stole it.Angry little miss power puff gul decide to blog about it.No &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt; with that.Hahak.I'll come back to the highlighted word.This is the tittle for her the post on the indian guy; &lt;b&gt;“Indians are useless son of bitches!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..by saying INDIANS,she is talking about every single indian in M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;HER POST;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SOtyGkGT2mI/AAAAAAAAACE/TVuaaPQ821k/s1600-h/BITCH-SC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SOtyGkGT2mI/AAAAAAAAACE/TVuaaPQ821k/s400/BITCH-SC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254418847352740450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Haha.She didnt break anything but she chose to blog out her anger.The consequences ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SOtz7Yedu8I/AAAAAAAAACM/eCvV7EfChZs/s1600-h/race1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SOtz7Yedu8I/AAAAAAAAACM/eCvV7EfChZs/s400/race1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254420854277520322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SOt0QEINXOI/AAAAAAAAACU/m_GHLnGx8Y8/s1600-h/race2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK4QNR9YgVQ/SOt0QEINXOI/AAAAAAAAACU/m_GHLnGx8Y8/s400/race2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254421209592716514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDRAF ? POLICE REPORT ? 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