<?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-3230608476135861646</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:08:53.555-07:00</updated><category term='elayne'/><category term='disturbing'/><category term='the rest of us all.'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='emily'/><title type='text'>no, i burnt it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-6891153830657900718</id><published>2009-12-16T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:36:43.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hi josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; i see you too, and i know the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-6891153830657900718?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/6891153830657900718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=6891153830657900718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/6891153830657900718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/6891153830657900718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-josh-i-see-you-too-and-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-2115729471857360672</id><published>2009-11-28T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:39:49.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>your face</title><content type='html'>when you forgot to wish your sister on her 21st&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SxHQzBh9mhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/H2LVd3u4PnM/s400/1258932746759.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 388px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409334202451466770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-2115729471857360672?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/2115729471857360672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=2115729471857360672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/2115729471857360672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/2115729471857360672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-face.html' title='your face'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SxHQzBh9mhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/H2LVd3u4PnM/s72-c/1258932746759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-1304891906724816607</id><published>2009-11-05T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:31:50.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so theres a bird outside my window that tries to chirp every morning, but can't. It sounds like a dog in it's first few seconds of feeling pain. This bird, I have named, Squeak Squeak (The Lion Pig), because it cannot seem to convey its voice into a intelligible bird language. I feel that because of Squeak Squeak's inability to produce a coherent flow of communication with it's voice, it will soon die. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not sympathize it, but have a great feeling of empathy towards it. Because, I understand how Squeak Squeak feels. It's muffled voice box can only be translated to Magpie language as 'DINNER'. They will end Squeak Squeak. Those bastards. Squeak Squeak is just like me; in a land where very few can understand it, it's desire of belonging in a habitat where it can fly around and sing all it wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"SHRIMP ON A BARBIE?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SvM1nBzLFtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iCW98VsWc-w/s400/1256950612188.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400719322761598674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;this land is cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-1304891906724816607?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/1304891906724816607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=1304891906724816607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/1304891906724816607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/1304891906724816607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-theres-bird-outside-my-window-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SvM1nBzLFtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iCW98VsWc-w/s72-c/1256950612188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-4611081537753087217</id><published>2009-08-02T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:48:41.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump on it Tonto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 19px; color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-size: 12px; "&gt; There are two kinds of people in the world, my friend. Those who have a rope around their neck and those who have the job of cutting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SnV8nLTbgDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EyzwHCx38zA/s1600-h/saupload_m2084_7eclint_eastwood_the_good_the_bad_and_the_ugly_posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SnV8nLTbgDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EyzwHCx38zA/s400/saupload_m2084_7eclint_eastwood_the_good_the_bad_and_the_ugly_posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365331543572840498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to be studying a favorite movie genre of mine... the westerns &gt;:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-4611081537753087217?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/4611081537753087217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=4611081537753087217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/4611081537753087217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/4611081537753087217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2009/08/jump-on-it-tonto.html' title='Jump on it Tonto!'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SnV8nLTbgDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EyzwHCx38zA/s72-c/saupload_m2084_7eclint_eastwood_the_good_the_bad_and_the_ugly_posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-5828083616256529812</id><published>2009-06-30T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:52:40.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>after a long read up, i realise how fragile cats and dogs are :( and if i had a pet right now, i would not want to be next to it for fear i might crush it while i sleep&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SkrBTrpMEYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g10FOLrAi5s/s400/64888.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353303650960413058" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-5828083616256529812?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/5828083616256529812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=5828083616256529812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/5828083616256529812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/5828083616256529812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SkrBTrpMEYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g10FOLrAi5s/s72-c/64888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-1536227769120041761</id><published>2009-06-27T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:22:52.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He beat it</title><content type='html'>as the whole mourns for the lost of Michael Jackson, a genius in his profession, a one of a kind one man parade with tricks in hat, the greatest entertainer of all time, we..we forget about the children haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird thing when it comes to dealing with the death of a person, even the familar stranger (Jacko was the familiar strange). But seriously, half the time im cracking up jokes about him and the other half still doesnt believe hes dead. Just like when Steve Irwin or Marc Vivien Foe died, its like i had a walk in the bush and came out and thought it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death is an arsehole no doubt about that. it takes away the things we love and leaves us with grief to chew on. the day will come when everyone around me will start to die, while i just sit on my bed inhaling the air in my room and never reeeallly taken time to truly appreciate the minutes i have left, bout 27 349 330 to be exact. but death can be pretty beautiful. its usually when one is close to their death that they are most alive, like a realisation, not inebriated. alive.&lt;br /&gt;maybe in those moments michael's footpath wasnt misty anymore and he was thinking 'woah' and yeah death took him then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proffesional douchebag Kurt Vonnegut once said 'One of the few good things about modern times: if you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.' he wasnt kidding :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352011601626344674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SkYqMgy1LOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7HFBnXTdoVo/s400/Major_Jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;owwwwwww!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-1536227769120041761?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/1536227769120041761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=1536227769120041761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/1536227769120041761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/1536227769120041761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-beat-it.html' title='He beat it'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SkYqMgy1LOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7HFBnXTdoVo/s72-c/Major_Jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-6396687459373457115</id><published>2009-05-31T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:57:59.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shelter me</title><content type='html'>Are you tired of losing rest.Are you in desperate need of peace.Well your problems my friend will soon begin to cease.I am your local truthless hero.Your Saviour in the little screen.Please dont worry your local truthless hero is here while you sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341894041644479554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SiI4VAv-tEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jYRuGfBC0M4/s400/despair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-6396687459373457115?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/6396687459373457115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=6396687459373457115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/6396687459373457115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/6396687459373457115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2009/05/shelter-me.html' title='shelter me'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SiI4VAv-tEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jYRuGfBC0M4/s72-c/despair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-7138984258046001194</id><published>2009-05-19T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:57:39.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>winter-err</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;while having something to eat at hungry jacks the other day, me and adryz got into the topic of dreaming. i told adryz i believed that dreams are abstract messages of subconscious, sometimes with significant meaning, other times just a plain cotton clouds. adryz told me he believed they represent a desire of yours. you dream about what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's knows really what dreams mean. i've dreamt about things i want, things i don't want, things that i never really thought i would dream about. i hate falling alseep in the afternoon and waking up early in the morning; a funny taste in my mouth happens with all the chemicals of dried saliva and possibly bile waking me up, and my head(not use to waking up in the morning),begins to ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate dreams when you feel good when all your friends o r particular characters in your life embark with you on your dream, and when you wake up theres nobody there. i reckon the last 5 years of my life will be like that :s&lt;br /&gt;dreams about how you enter some battle of the bands, and no bands show up, so yazid says were gonna do 15 songs. how you have dreams about your sister not caring about her decadence, only justifying it. how you dream that to your horror she slept with more than 58 guys (the number appears on a table in a cloud bubble), and then a sharp piercing sound goes into your ears and a still frame image of you with your jaw dropped, the camera angle like from a Guy Richie film, but the lighting is more like from a scene off Domino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uggh, cant sleep.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337626507087747410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/ShMPBzqsmVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yNW5EbaG7UQ/s320/toulouse_lautrec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-7138984258046001194?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7138984258046001194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-793080724789062357</id><published>2009-05-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:33:35.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarjan Hassan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-793080724789062357?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/793080724789062357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=793080724789062357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/793080724789062357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/793080724789062357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2009/05/sarjan-hassan.html' title='Sarjan Hassan?'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-601642600016823698</id><published>2009-05-17T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:25:17.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is so adorable :p i've watched it like 100x already xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbing'/><title type='text'>lovely day for a picnic, innit? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgS0KgT5APc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgS0KgT5APc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-3897982161084073601?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3897982161084073601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=3897982161084073601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/3897982161084073601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/3897982161084073601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2009/03/lovely-day-for-picnic-innit.html' title='lovely day for a picnic, innit? :)'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-8714358382214598534</id><published>2009-03-19T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:52:42.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a story that my uni mate told me about his friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So there we were at the train station all pissed n' stuff, and then we on the train, and just lucky us to have those guys check for the tickets. you only got a 200 dollar fine for no ticket but i had to pay 400, coz' of the goon that i was holding. Then you guys vanish, yer ****s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno where abouts in the city but i found myself a full pack of smokes and i'm like, **** yeah! so you know that club i've been tryin'a get a bartender job at? yeah, so i go there. and this chick comes up to me and says "wanna have a drink?" and im like "yeah sure, gettit in me" so she brings this jager bomb out and im like, **** yeah! and soon after she says, "i stole this from the bar" with a funny look on her face and next thing i know there these two bouncers, and they full on throw me outside and tell me that i can never come back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i take out my smokes and this full on hot chick comes up to me and asks if i could 'spare a smoke' and im like, 'yealright' so while i stand next to the bin, tryna chat her up she tells me that her boyfriend is coming. i thought she was only joking at first, then i hear this OI from up the street and i see this bloke coming toward me really fast, dodging people and shoving them aside and 'es like running sorta like a crab and he just full on comes up and takes a swing at me, and bashes me five times to the head. ****. and as he and the chick are leaving i ask her if she could leave her lighter and she gives me this look, like the 'who the **** are you, piss off' kinda' look and says 'no', with a smirk. and then i go unconcious. about like thirty minutes later i wake up in a pool of my i own blood and some of the blood is already hard and its sticking to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i try to ask all these indian cab drivers to take me to the hospital and none of them want to but i finally manage to make one take back home atleast. so thats what happened, i hate you people.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-8714358382214598534?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-100637261103124380</id><published>2009-02-25T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:18:24.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish there was a bright burning deep inside you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-100637261103124380?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/100637261103124380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=100637261103124380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/100637261103124380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/100637261103124380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-there-was-bright-burning-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-1249233152445114454</id><published>2008-12-19T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:18:56.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it a back of time i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;oh man, the debauchery of borneo.&lt;br /&gt;oh my, there isnt anything wrong with painting the church.&lt;br /&gt;and the dread that claws into your skin and nails you onto a flat chopping board, with your last righteous belief being poked at with a pike. and it doesnt brake. now that, is truth, and i need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-1249233152445114454?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/1249233152445114454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=1249233152445114454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/1249233152445114454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/1249233152445114454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-is-it-back-of-time-i-wonder-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-6480674642101733397</id><published>2008-12-19T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:08:37.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling: happy, exhausted, confused, excited, spartanish, mexican, amorous, undecisive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-6480674642101733397?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/6480674642101733397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=6480674642101733397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/6480674642101733397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/6480674642101733397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-happy-exhausted-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-8265641205246067980</id><published>2008-11-23T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:52:09.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me what do you think of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MpbtbdqARxY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MpbtbdqARxY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-8265641205246067980?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/8265641205246067980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=8265641205246067980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8265641205246067980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8265641205246067980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/11/tell-me-what-do-you-think-of-it.html' title='Tell me what do you think of it'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-3914786621460861038</id><published>2008-11-19T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:55:33.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMPHIS WILL BE LAID TO WASTE!!! YEEEEEEEAAAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SSQaULLkFaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3kNdstI27EE/s1600-h/496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270366397831320994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SSQaULLkFaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3kNdstI27EE/s320/496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I remember you. We met once before."&lt;br /&gt;"In my mind I have ideas of you."&lt;br /&gt;"Or are they dreams?"&lt;br /&gt;"Have we met?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You stand firm, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's why I've kept away from you."&lt;br /&gt;"But in the end,&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to respect you."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad we got to meet before I leave."&lt;br /&gt;"I believe its always best to get to&lt;br /&gt;know people just before leaving them."&lt;br /&gt;"You move me!"&lt;br /&gt;"Go now, continue on your way."&lt;br /&gt;"Godspeed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-3914786621460861038?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/3914786621460861038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=3914786621460861038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/3914786621460861038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/3914786621460861038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/11/mephis-will-be-laid-to-waste.html' title='MEMPHIS WILL BE LAID TO WASTE!!! YEEEEEEEAAAH'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SSQaULLkFaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3kNdstI27EE/s72-c/496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-574298505594387580</id><published>2008-11-15T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:36:29.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mat Salleh, was no hero</title><content type='html'>This is just a random posting. I felt like doing this for the sake of doing this, couldnt find any other blogs who wrote about this so m gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who paid attention in form 2 and 3 sejarah the name Mat Salleh would have a more significant value than the derogratory term for white man. Yes thats right, Paduka Mat Salleh, one of Sabah's heroes that rebelled against the British empire and died fighting for what he believed in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what DID he believe in??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wont find any 'perjuangan demi membebaskan Borneo Utara dari naungan British' (though, these days you probably would)... my point is, Mat Salleh didnt do pigs crap to free Sabah. he was a pirate that sacked villages across the westcoast, plundering and raping; in other words, he was a wanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269060928176071058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR92_1vTIZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oUgLsdZMLc4/s320/coridoor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                       ^wanker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But Tim, didnt he die in Tambunan, fighting the ruthless British soldiers who were out of hand, fighting for freedom... err no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;funny they never mention this in the history books. During Mat Salleh's campaign there was actually a war happening in Tambunan, one side got Mat Salleh, so the other side said 'stuff that, we'll get the British to help us'. the British owned Mat Salleh like a 5 year old boy drowning a kitten. From what i remember in the books Mat Salleh didnt even do face to face confrontation, he was more of a 'catch me if you can' douche and when he finally did face the British he lost. pigs rectile dysfunction on a panda dammit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its really sad how malaysian history books have him as a hero when he didnt to crap. just think of all the other cover ups that the govt has done X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-574298505594387580?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/574298505594387580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=574298505594387580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/574298505594387580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/574298505594387580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/11/mat-salleh-was-no-hero.html' title='Mat Salleh, was no hero'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR92_1vTIZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oUgLsdZMLc4/s72-c/coridoor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-319444119517303002</id><published>2008-11-15T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:02:38.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. Need. Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7WR_bDnrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L2e0icQVNww/s1600-h/schwab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268884218641096370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7WR_bDnrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L2e0icQVNww/s320/schwab.jpg" 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/3230608476135861646-319444119517303002?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/319444119517303002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=319444119517303002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/319444119517303002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/319444119517303002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/11/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7WR_bDnrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L2e0icQVNww/s72-c/schwab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-5289527828573822564</id><published>2008-11-15T05:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:57:52.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr Schwab told me to write this</title><content type='html'>ahh but remember the mainstream music industry tends disfigure music itself. you find alot of good music that isnt mainstream because it doesnt have the 'commercial value' artists that become famous tend lose their passion for music and just write songs that sound catchy and brainwash a large audience of adolesence. i find the mainstream hiphop industry has lost its cause at it has shifted away from political concerns with a touch of urban poetry, to getting laid, banginggirls, shooting people, being greater than everyone else with monotonous music that just repeats itself.in the mean time the pop or rock scene in the mainstream industry has only gotten worse. lets take the blackeyedpeas. their first big break involved rhetoric questions about the suffering of people in poor nations and how socity has justified their inmoral actions. Then they become big and suddenly the lyrics are all about partying, sex, etc. My point is, the mainstream industry is an ugly scene. to get where you want to get you will have to submit your moral beliefs all for the sake of fame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-5289527828573822564?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/5289527828573822564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=5289527828573822564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/5289527828573822564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/5289527828573822564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-shwabb-told-me-to-write-this.html' title='mr Schwab told me to write this'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-9222392972463775667</id><published>2008-11-04T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:47:50.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Canada</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Canada, it's the Maple Leaf State.&lt;br /&gt;Canada, oh Canada it's great!&lt;br /&gt;The people are nice and they speak French too.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like it, man, you sniff glue.&lt;br /&gt;The Great White North, their kilts are plaid,&lt;br /&gt;Hosers take off, it's not half bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be where yaks can run free,&lt;br /&gt;Where Royal Mounties can arrest me.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to Canada, let's leave today,&lt;br /&gt;Canada, oh, Canada, I Si Vous Plait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got trees, and mooses, and sled dogs,&lt;br /&gt;Lots of lumber, and lumberjacks, and logs!&lt;br /&gt;We all think it's kind of a drag,&lt;br /&gt;That you have to go there to get milk in a bag.&lt;br /&gt;They say "eh?" instead of "what?" or "duh?"&lt;br /&gt;That's the mighty power of Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be where lemmings run into the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Where the marmosets can attack me.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to Canada, let's leave today,&lt;br /&gt;Canada, oh, Canada, I Si Vous Plait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, explain to me,&lt;br /&gt;How this all has come to be,&lt;br /&gt;We forgot to mention something here.&lt;br /&gt;Did we say that William Shatner is a native citizen?&lt;br /&gt;And Slurpees made from venison,&lt;br /&gt;That's deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to Canada, let's leave today,&lt;br /&gt;Canada, oh, Canada, I Si Vous Plait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-9222392972463775667?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/9222392972463775667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=9222392972463775667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/9222392972463775667'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it a good school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah pretty much, kinda new there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok, what school before that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you are Malayasian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows the economi there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm, not sure. haven't been back in a while. lotsa politics trouble though :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, all country like dat. ;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheap flight there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, not too sure... depends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh ok. cheap living there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah. good cheap food  C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis yo school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go to church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, no not really. my sis does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh ok... you should follow your sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.....&lt;div 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K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-5168903661337795218</id><published>2008-10-03T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:41:40.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>its been an apes long time since i wrote something. come to think of it, after seeing some of my previous posts i realised that they beat the purpose of why i even started this. i originally made this blog to share my views on politics ('stagaa), and yeah other issues that mempengaruhi ekonomi negara ^^ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, i will also continue the random crap that i write :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... yesterday i went to the eye doctor...&lt;br /&gt;and it turns out, my left eye is short sighted and my right eye is long sighted :s it does explain the red eye i get from hours on the computer...&lt;br /&gt;the doctor suggested i get some glasses (just to try it out) so yeah im going to get glasses (JUST TO TRY IT OUT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-5168903661337795218?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/5168903661337795218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=5168903661337795218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/5168903661337795218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/5168903661337795218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/10/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-3524917079748853444</id><published>2008-08-05T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T03:54:34.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pupee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SJgxYsXlSnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dnrhOxq8ed4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230985267487525490" style="DISPLAY: 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Honestly, I really don't mind it at all. I used to hate people picking at my food, drinking my water, wearing my shoes. But over the course of time I have gotten over it and even, been more grateful that I'm able to share the simple things in life (like food.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that I still do not and would not like to share with others (yet) is my own private life. And I'm positive this applies to everyone. No, I'm not talking about my own personal fears or secrets that from time to time creep up around my spine and torment me, I'm talking about my private dome, my den, my room, being barged in and exposed to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sure that nobody, NOBODY enjoys the thought of your own personal belongings being ravaged through by somebody that you do not even know, and then those items being flaunted to the whole world. Sure, almost everyone could'nt be stuffed, but its still an invasion of privacy and in some way or another you will feel violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm minding my own buissness, in my room, doing nothing particularly offensive; changing my clothes, my underwear, reading a book, playing guitar, just hanging out in my room, you know? nothing that anyone doesn't consider ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I pass Phil's room, its wide open, and I see myself, on the internet! In my own bedroom. A terrible chill slithers up my spine in such a way that I stand up straight, my weary eyelids that have been so burnt out over the past few weeks pull themselves up and are unable to close; my stomach churns badly as if cicaks have found a way into it, catching those poor butterflies and devouring them. The thought of this voyeur&lt;br /&gt;that I never volenteered into doing sickens me, and I think of all the poor women out there who have been victims of this perverted crime.&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing really, I can do. Beating the life out of this 40+ year old man would do little, my privacy would still be exposed. I can only think of all the terrible things that he would do as a ransom. I can imagine myself kissing his disgusting feet, as an ingrown toenail gets stuck in between my teeth, and his koala-like mouth laughing as this happens. And as I try pitifully to pull out the broken unguis my gums start bleeding and i am now panicking. The stench of the bedsheets that nobody in the house has seen Phil wash gets into my nose. I am suffocating. I can't breath. I can't breath. I want to die. I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, it was only a dream. But its not something that I take lightly. Everytime I leave the room for long hours, I make sure I lock it.&lt;br /&gt;Today I got home around 10pm. I turned on the laptop, went on the internet, viewed some websites--&lt;br /&gt;My pig sis Steph knocks on the door. Family Situation.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Steph talked for about 2hours upstairs in the living room about all sorts of things. Apes, drunkeness, God, Tim (steph's) , stuff lah.&lt;br /&gt;After we both said goodnight I remembered that I had rushed out the door without even closing it! (family matters bah, more important than locking a stupid door). No biggy really.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a silly paranoid kid to think anyone would want to disturb my den.&lt;br /&gt;Was going to the laptop, when I realised......... The screensaver was not on.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm maybe you just turned the screensaver off, but did'nt remember.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, probably rig-- THE SCREENSAVER TURNS ON.&lt;br /&gt;I check my screensaver settings (like a pro :p ) and it goes on after 5 minutes. I was in the room for 2 minutes and it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;The pages I viewed on the internet, still on.&lt;br /&gt;I check for the sites I visited, GONE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry. And terrified.&lt;br /&gt;My room.&lt;br /&gt;MY room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-7608825051720968496?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7608825051720968496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=7608825051720968496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7608825051720968496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7608825051720968496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/07/paranoia-tu-dah-max.html' title='Paranoia TU DAH MAX'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-2840720811818830621</id><published>2008-07-06T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:14:36.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the rest of us all.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elayne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were scared of being alone.&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/3230608476135861646-2840720811818830621?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/2840720811818830621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=2840720811818830621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/2840720811818830621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/2840720811818830621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-used-what-they-called-telephone.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-2768991264984219735</id><published>2008-07-02T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:36:02.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by an Oaf! (what the heck is ditto, miss Emily??)</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove ONE question from below and add in your personal question make it a total of 20 questions , but since you are the all mighty &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;, the cunning &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;imfromtambunan&lt;/span&gt;, you can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;EDIT &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;any question at all that you feel is unworthy and mocks your very being. wuaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if you could have an ice-cream flavour which one would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;kristen james stewart hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if you had a choice between him or skandar, who would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;martinus. kawan om sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what do you think of your guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it is very loyal. i mistreat it so much but it has never broken. good isabella, good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. where is the place you want to go most (right now)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;January 2007 and redo everything from scratch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if you can have one dream come true what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to have lived one heck of an adventurous life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. do you believe in seeing a rainbow after rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;even if i didnt believe it, its been scientificly proven so, fwafwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.what are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. if you win $1million dollars, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah, save 45% for myself and give the rest away. money is evil man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if you meet Skandar (yes him!) what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beat him to a pulp for being Skandar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*woooosh* Skandar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. list out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes random lah that dodo.&lt;br /&gt;je peux me relier à elle&lt;br /&gt;she likes food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paparazzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. tim is cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very, man. very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.how many ponders do u think you could eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think 2 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. are you a makanholic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and proud of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. have your friends got naked in front of you before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yes. i can count: more than 5 : i have such strange friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. why does it hurt when you punch someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because because because because becaaaaaauuse. hes the wonderful wonderful wizard of oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. is there anything you've done that you regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah not standing up for some people whenb they were in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now yes. very. brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. on a scale of 1-10, how awesome do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how awsome is the moon?&lt;br /&gt;how awsome is it when it rains and your snug under a blanket and theres hot chocolate by you side?&lt;br /&gt;how awsome is climbing a mountain, and when you reach the top, all that sweat that drain out of your body was worth it?&lt;br /&gt;how awsome is having a dog named dingo, and hes brown, and hes strong and fearless, and only obeys you and and is very intelligent?&lt;br /&gt;how awsome is it to skank? 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(what the heck is ditto, miss Emily??)'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-8747802151006626719</id><published>2008-06-28T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:47:05.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED BY A BUCCANEER! YARR</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove ONE question from below and add in your personal question make it a total of 20 questions , then tag 5 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if you could be and ice-cream flavour which one would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chocolate. one of the only things chocolate is good for is the ice cream :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh i would also like to be durian flavour. coz durian ice cream is friggin amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if you had a choice between him or skandar, who would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i would have to pick skandar man. i mean, hes just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;awsome. yeah, skandar would definetly be my choice. he cool. hes way cool. cooler than mcGabby and his fourth child. and even mr Schoenberg would have to agree with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what do you think of your brother(s)/sister(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i think their characters have alot of influence on my personality. and i think ive learnt alot from my bro morally. so yeah thats pretty cool. but theyre also big critics of my existence :p steph is an ape and we use to bash the lights out of each other. she always resembling a gorilla would naturally beat me down XD and my OTHER sis and me are more reserved people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. where is the place you want to go most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;alot of places :D Israel, Mongolia, Brazil, Zimbabwe, Scandinavia, see more of Borneo and Aussie, New Zealand, yes some part of the states and china *grudgingly on both behalfs*, scotland, india, peru, you know what stuff this question I WANNA GO AROUND THE WORLD!! VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if you can have one dream come true what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dunno aye. or do i ? :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. do you believe in seeing a rainbow after rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HUH??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.what are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ish. there is no 'most' in this question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. if you win $1million dollars, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;invest $100,000 in a bank with an intrest rate of 6% (this is for my food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;invest $300,000 in houses, one in kk, one in melbourne (next to gramma &amp;amp; grampa's), and one in... mmmm.... in a place with an amazing landscape. :) &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;$150,000 in donation stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;$150,000 on band gear (yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;$50,000 on Lego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;$50,000 on starting a restaurant with a friend (someday hopefully, just have this incase :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the rest i'll think of stuff... like forest gump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. if you meet someone you love would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You are a Russian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. list out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;updates herself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPEAKS ENGERISH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The American stereotype in which the american govt is run by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'my way is better than your way'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. whats your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.what do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my faith in which i try my best to use as a foundation toward my lifestyle and the decisions that i make, and by saying that, i am a massive contradiction in many situations :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. are you a shopaholic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only on FRIDAYS!!! yeh yeah (poofter pose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;naw, depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. have you had any friends betray you before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Havent you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. why does it hurt when you punch someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;because that someone is your sister? :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;JOKES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i dunno, i reckon when you DO punch someone you couldnt be bothered about the pain that you get cause your in the moment and the adrenaline rush is at its high. hey its a proven fact!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. is there anything you've done that you regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;YES ONE MASSIVE ONE THAT NO LIVING HUMAN SOUL KNOWS OF EXCEPT ME :( &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and it feels terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. are you hurt because of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rhetoric question!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. do you think these questions are random?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, im getting sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now i tag apes and stuff right?&lt;br /&gt;so i tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill O'reilly&lt;br /&gt;Prince (shing.) (shing.) Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimg.&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;dave alloy and his inbred brother who everyone thinks is a growth on his neck&lt;br /&gt;i'gohsavihoahshva'o!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-8747802151006626719?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/8747802151006626719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=8747802151006626719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8747802151006626719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8747802151006626719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-by-buccaneer-yarr.html' title='TAGGED BY A BUCCANEER! YARR'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-936716238914831279</id><published>2008-06-23T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:49:46.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judith gets owned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SGBSob8mpDI/AAAAAAAAACk/0YPJc2PezHA/s1600-h/14762360.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215259223145227314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SGBSob8mpDI/AAAAAAAAACk/0YPJc2PezHA/s320/14762360.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw i watch another vid of sxephil on youtube and he mentions this comment that he gets from a user called judithask1 saying :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate gay ppl!!!(i dont care if this is a racist comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i checks the profile and there are over 200 comment on how she got owned and what a douchebag she is L M A O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/So3WuQ9r75Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/So3WuQ9r75Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/judithask1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/judithask1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-936716238914831279?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/936716238914831279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=936716238914831279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/936716238914831279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/936716238914831279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/06/judith-gets-owned.html' title='Judith gets owned.'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SGBSob8mpDI/AAAAAAAAACk/0YPJc2PezHA/s72-c/14762360.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-5956503063185196247</id><published>2008-06-22T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:45:45.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;u are a pig. i am scientist. u are an ape. i am elvis. u are madonna. i am kung fuuu. u are salvador dali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so boredddddd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214778760103048690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SF6dpzoxtfI/AAAAAAAAACc/wEg52NX4wFw/s320/JEALOUS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and u are fu manchuuuuuuuu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-5956503063185196247?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/5956503063185196247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=5956503063185196247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/5956503063185196247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/5956503063185196247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-rockstar.html' title='i am a rockstar'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SF6dpzoxtfI/AAAAAAAAACc/wEg52NX4wFw/s72-c/JEALOUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-8556553750795422758</id><published>2008-06-17T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T07:12:43.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYYYY IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQoNkYhnhJ8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQoNkYhnhJ8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;meow meow meow, meow meow meow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-8556553750795422758?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/8556553750795422758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=8556553750795422758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8556553750795422758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8556553750795422758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/06/holidayyyy-is-soooooooooooooooooon.html' title='HOLIDAYYYY IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-4436698578925096369</id><published>2008-06-15T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:05:07.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a slap in the face for malaysian politics</title><content type='html'>datuk anifah aman. you know him. your sabahan. you should know him.&lt;br /&gt;hes a politician.&lt;br /&gt;he was the manager of the sabah rinhos in the 90s.&lt;br /&gt;hes the sabah rinhos general director&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;HES LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wikied him. this is what i got;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anifah Aman&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Anifah Aman (born 1954) is a former Malaysian Deputy Minister of Plantation Industries and Commodities, and Member of Parliament. He is a member of the United Malays National Organization (UMNO), which is part of the ruling Barisan Nasional coalition. After winning reelection in the 2008 general election, Prime Minister Abdullah Ahmad Badawi appointed him as the new Deputy Transport Minister. However, Anifah refused, saying he felt it was "time to make way" for someone else. Reports indicated this was the first time anyone had refused an appointment as Deputy Minister after the appointment had already been made public.[1] A day later, the New Straits Times reported that Anifah and another proposed Deputy Minister, Datuk Seri Tengku Azlan Abu Bakar, had "thrown a tantrum ... claiming they are 'senior enough' to be made full ministers." Abdullah reportedly told them that he had "picked the best people", leading to their resignation.[2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also the brother of current Chief Minister of Sabah Musa Aman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. i hope one day he googles his name and finds this blog so i can tell him how much he has ruined Rinhos and his lack of dedication to the development in rural areas in sabah where roads remain unfished by which he holds much responsibility in doing his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anifah Aman= FAIL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-4436698578925096369?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/4436698578925096369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=4436698578925096369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/4436698578925096369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/4436698578925096369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/06/slap-in-face-for-malaysian-politics.html' title='a slap in the face for malaysian politics'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-8628652575183070406</id><published>2008-06-13T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:35:43.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imfromtambunan's video of the weak</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMNry4PE93Y&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMNry4PE93Y&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-8628652575183070406?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/8628652575183070406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=8628652575183070406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8628652575183070406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8628652575183070406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/06/imfromtambunans-video-of-weak.html' title='Imfromtambunan&apos;s video of the weak'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-4678120199942950690</id><published>2008-06-05T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T03:55:29.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOH I FOUND YOU!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is pretty cool. the other day this helicopter in brazil was surveying the amazon to see if there were any loggers about. it was really deep off in the jungle, and they didnt find any ilegal timber cutting apes, so it was a pretty boring day... oh yeah, but they did &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISCOVER A LOST AMAZON TRIBE THAT HAD NEVER BEEN CONTACTED BEFORE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is pretty amazing stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they first saw the tribe, they only saw women and children doing their everyday activities. But then they returned and found;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208340994710246098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SEe-iirPEtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JClA1HHjrrU/s320/0,,6066157,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208341427457043602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SEe-7uyHLJI/AAAAAAAAACE/g0Oa-jJn74U/s320/0,,6066146,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208341739467753090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SEe_N5HQxoI/AAAAAAAAACM/0sYxm59zciA/s320/0,,6066131,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208341881200353794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SEe_WJG8ogI/AAAAAAAAACU/a2uNEa6Vd5U/s320/0,,6066134,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THERE WERE THE WARRIORS THERE WITH BOW AND ARROWS SHOOTING AT THE HELICOPTER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its so cool to know there are still people in the world who have been contacted with the outside world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-4678120199942950690?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/4678120199942950690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=4678120199942950690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/4678120199942950690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/4678120199942950690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/06/ooh-i-found-you.html' title='OOH I FOUND YOU!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SEe-iirPEtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JClA1HHjrrU/s72-c/0,,6066157,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-8732579812443861062</id><published>2008-05-30T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:19:07.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i didnt know, in which direction was it snowing</title><content type='html'>its cold. very cold. my hands are warm though with, my fingers typing on the keyboard and it seems be a source of keeping warm. yay. and its 4.00am. :/ hahaha i actually estimated how much i sleep i get and i found i only get 5 hours of sleep every night (morning).&lt;br /&gt;im actually prone to getting diabetes :s&lt;br /&gt;and oh! how i miss kk :( those wake up in the afternoon on a sunny day days. those lepaking in dumb shopping centres. the food. the spicy food. the beach. dingo :(( the constant day dreaming and the what im gonna do someday. the tonight never dies. you. the melaka. my damn kapok! the really really really annoying radio station that brainwashes us (hitz.fm) &lt; such a crap station.. but i kinda miss it :p&lt;br /&gt;sa lacipytoerets sa siht sdnuos... (i wish i had a time machine.) ...uoy erew eno fo eht tsetaerg sgniht taht deneppah ot em.  dna i tbuod taht uoy esilaer taht m'i detautafni htiw uoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-8732579812443861062?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/8732579812443861062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=8732579812443861062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8732579812443861062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8732579812443861062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-didnt-know-in-which-direction-was-it.html' title='i didnt know, in which direction was it snowing'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-7833985664684292834</id><published>2008-05-21T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:10:04.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This paradox of.</title><content type='html'>OK, so lets say you go back in time to kill your granmother.&lt;br /&gt;you kill her.&lt;br /&gt;which means, your mother was never born.&lt;br /&gt;which means you were never born!&lt;br /&gt;which means your granmother was never killed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means your mother was born!&lt;br /&gt;which means you were born!&lt;br /&gt;which means you go back in time to kill your granmother!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since shes dead, your mother was never born!!&lt;br /&gt;which means you were never born!!&lt;br /&gt;which means your granmother never was killed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite infinitum scenario :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-7833985664684292834?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7833985664684292834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=7833985664684292834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7833985664684292834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7833985664684292834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-paradox-of.html' title='This paradox of.'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-2576959007799103453</id><published>2008-04-23T03:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T04:08:30.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today we will talk about Ethan Luck</title><content type='html'>Ethan Luck is a musician. He is the drummer for post punk band Relient K.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT, THERES MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was also the guitarist for the big ska band OC Supertones, as well as the bassist of Project 86.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, he's also one of the guitarists in Demon Hunter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPEK BAHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-2576959007799103453?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/2576959007799103453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=2576959007799103453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/2576959007799103453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/2576959007799103453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-we-will-talk-about-ethan-luck.html' title='Today we will talk about Ethan Luck'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-7802619607647596188</id><published>2008-04-23T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T03:56:45.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-7802619607647596188?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7802619607647596188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=7802619607647596188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7802619607647596188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7802619607647596188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok.html' title='ok'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-7062830264860567859</id><published>2008-04-16T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:24:12.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uggh tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you unwanted peice of filth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ha, but you did want me so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shut up, or i'll slit your throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay... what the hell is your problem?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aww piss off wont you, you should gain lose some more weight aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That was so uncalled for, screw this, i dont know why i came here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leave bitch, scum of the earth. i used you and your body of a whore. you are unworthy to even lay with me. I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I dont need this, im gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Close the door on your way out aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.......?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stupid bitch. i need my television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Benny what you got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aye man, not much, just this old peice of junk came in this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will devour you.&lt;br /&gt;That alright. you work its worth okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No worries man. I'll do what i can. Look like it'll need some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i t i s h u r t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will Murder.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay. hurry up on it. we could make loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yessir haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;h a r m o n y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wtf did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nothing, you ugly bastard. out of wedlock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-7062830264860567859?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7062830264860567859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=7062830264860567859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7062830264860567859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7062830264860567859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/04/uggh-tough.html' title='Uggh tough'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-1495926748167435412</id><published>2008-04-15T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:51:07.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SATAFmtaElI/AAAAAAAAABk/u_vYFIwhwiQ/s1600-h/pigyawn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189483873160532562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SATAFmtaElI/AAAAAAAAABk/u_vYFIwhwiQ/s320/pigyawn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PIG OGIGIGOGIGOGGP PGIGIGGGIGGGIGI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SAS_5GtaEkI/AAAAAAAAABc/KyBYU79lM7s/s1600-h/pig-feeding-hampshire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189483658412167746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SAS_5GtaEkI/AAAAAAAAABc/KyBYU79lM7s/s320/pig-feeding-hampshire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SATAO2taEmI/AAAAAAAAABs/DIKC1O_pqAI/s1600-h/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189484032074322530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SATAO2taEmI/AAAAAAAAABs/DIKC1O_pqAI/s320/pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PIG!!!!!!!!!!!! PIG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PIG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PIG!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-1495926748167435412?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/1495926748167435412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=1495926748167435412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/1495926748167435412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/1495926748167435412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/04/pigs.html' title='PIGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SATAFmtaElI/AAAAAAAAABk/u_vYFIwhwiQ/s72-c/pigyawn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-8853037462523967014</id><published>2008-04-14T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:22:25.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Necromanicide</title><content type='html'>wooosh. that word. its one of those words that when you hear it you dont go yelping like an ape being what it is but you think of some thing big, like a hill, and the background is murky brown. and its not a hill after all. its a thing with horns and chains and hair and a snout and tusks and teeth!! oh my!!! sharp teeth!!! and nails driven into it with pus running down the sides as it gives off a deep growl. you may not shreik by the sound of it, but soon your spine chills and it goes down to your toes and up to your head and you fear it and cower towards the side of a wall nearby and hope it doesn't see you while all along you have no idea why your scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necromanicide is accually a Christian Death Metal band, and suprising as it sounds they're from Malaysia!!! WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, metal in malaysia alone is like taboo. the government even tries its best to ban cds of any subgenre of metal that isn't mainstream in the country. and alot of the 'metal' you hear in malaysia is crap malay rock that (unfortunately) a large percentage of malaysians listen to and love, despite the fact that malay rock is ironicly always in A minor, if not a drop d power chord all the way with a sudden guitar solo, (although the malaysian youth has in recent years been exposed to good underground music, causing the numbers of the steriotypical mat rocks with long hair and a black Tshirt that says nirvana, metallica, scorpions, xpdc, etc to decline.)&lt;br /&gt;and then again this band is christian! like how random is that? its such a risk to start a christian metal band in malaysia, having metal scenes reject them for their beliefs and having churches not wanting to have anything to do with such 'blasphemy'.&lt;br /&gt;so i listened to a cd of theirs from their first album called 'hate regime' :p was released in 1998 and this is what i noticed. the double kicks! woah, never thought any malaysian drummer back then would have a go at double kicks, and actually be pretty ok at it. the lead singer growls all the way, sometimes almost pig squealing and from time to time and a harsh screecher at the back.&lt;br /&gt;funny thing you can tell they're malaysian, their pronounciation of words :D&lt;br /&gt;how this band managed im not sure. they probably have a scene in singapore. well they probably made it alright, even though their first album was only good for malaysian standards, they probably improved.&lt;br /&gt;an indonesian unblack metal named Kekal did the same thing, and they went massive in Norway haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-8853037462523967014?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/8853037462523967014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=8853037462523967014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8853037462523967014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/8853037462523967014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/04/necromanicide.html' title='Necromanicide'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-7162594809255297105</id><published>2008-04-14T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T06:53:26.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jonathan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;came&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;met&lt;/span&gt; table  &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;knew &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;he &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;had &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Benny&lt;/span&gt;been &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and he&lt;/span&gt;up to&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;had told me &lt;/span&gt; no&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; good&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;frightening.&lt;/span&gt;. His&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; eyes&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; seemed&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;purposely&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt; drift&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;poisoned&lt;/span&gt; up&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;neighbour's&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt; wall&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; more&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; often&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;planning&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to do&lt;/span&gt; he&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; tapped&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; surface &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;of the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; plate less than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Iscariot.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are&lt;br /&gt;Iscariot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you?-&lt;br /&gt;I am The Big Phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lie! You lie!&lt;br /&gt;Try eat my palm, its drenched in sweat and is infested with parasites.&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;Yes Iscariot, do it. Carry it.&lt;br /&gt;ihateyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-7162594809255297105?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7162594809255297105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=7162594809255297105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7162594809255297105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7162594809255297105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-as-jonathan-other-came-day-to-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-171488366874679413</id><published>2008-03-14T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:45:15.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new title to the same plot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we've all seen dancing movies aye? how a young individual strives to be the best at his type of dance.... well lets talk about the more recent dance movies. like 'u got served' or 'stomped the yard'..blah blah blah. yes theyre probably entertaining and what not... but how can you accually say that films like these are the greatest films ever created by any producer.period.? lets face it, a 15 year old girl could make a movie like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;first u got the main character and how he's an outcast or how he has a past that he wants to forget or hes on the run and finds inspiration in dancing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/R9qEYwIbYqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AgZHSktLth8/s1600-h/sucr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177596282387784354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/R9qEYwIbYqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AgZHSktLth8/s320/sucr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;handsome bugger. okay now he moves to a new town or college or whatever and hes like the new guy and hes treated differently coz hes new and stuff but then he sees the most beautiful girl hes ever met who can also dance (or not, shes just hot and smarter than him). only problem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she has a bf (or a guy that likes her too) whos in a gang (that dances :D) and hes better than him in all aspects. but he manages to find himself a team of his own and joins a competition that is always aired on ESPN or national television or blah blah blah. and so he makes it to the finals, with the bad guys team(the gangsters D:) oh and by now the girl is on his side or somethin like that and shes probably in the team as well. it wont be surprising if the badguy accidentally pushes her and makes her fall and theres like drama or sth. our hero does win eventually (sometimes loses, but but with pride) and the bad guy either becomes a soar loser or goes upto the hero and pays his respects or crap like that. yes maybe not all recent dancing movies arent like that but they are some what predictable. doesnt matter if you like the movie just dont tell me its better than Equilibrium or Momento (some films which in which by all means outclass these dance films, not even leaving room for a badger to come and eat the thrash.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing, its always a different type of dance. yaddah yaddah okay theyre really good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in each film we see how the dancers express their individuality through the dance patterns signifying the accomplishment of the dancer (despite all the pain hes been through.) good work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i have an idea on a dance movie that would be perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mosh The Pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/R9qNogIbYrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LGfD_qfKCWw/s1600-h/x93138564500449495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177606448575374002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/R9qNogIbYrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/LGfD_qfKCWw/s320/x93138564500449495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;eh? thats right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the story of a young man who loved moshing and wanted to be the best, and prove his worthiness to mosh with the best in one of the greatest shows in the world; the Download Festival!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/R9qPPQIbYsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hUShqSvyByE/s1600-h/files.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177608213806932674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/R9qPPQIbYsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hUShqSvyByE/s320/files.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-171488366874679413?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/171488366874679413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=171488366874679413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/171488366874679413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/171488366874679413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-title-to-same-plot.html' title='a new title to the same plot.'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/R9qEYwIbYqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AgZHSktLth8/s72-c/sucr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3230608476135861646.post-7988804282669106462</id><published>2008-03-10T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:48:11.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So a baby seal walks into a club...</title><content type='html'>is be the wittle mellow kitty that be hiding in the bushes be dead? yes! the kitten dead!!! :( at least in china and south korea. has u been hearing bout the dog and cat massacre in china and korea? lemme tells u a tale of a place where ppl eat anything. is cawld china!...&lt;br /&gt;every year more than 4million cats and dogs are slaughtered for food in south korea and china. not only is this sickening, but they accually believe that the more hardcore the torture of the poor animal's death, the better the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out these vids mate: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjQ_FJLviEQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjQ_FJLviEQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Bf-x-xerhM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Bf-x-xerhM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh and a random video from pakistan :p :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1xsTLpo4pI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1xsTLpo4pI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the blog  of Timmy K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3230608476135861646-7988804282669106462?l=imfromtambunan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/feeds/7988804282669106462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3230608476135861646&amp;postID=7988804282669106462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7988804282669106462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3230608476135861646/posts/default/7988804282669106462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imfromtambunan.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-baby-seal-walks-into-club.html' title='So a baby seal walks into a club...'/><author><name>Timothy K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786280353556690592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7X4hJBaDfRw/SR7XCJNTQmI/AAAAAAAAADE/v91GT_Had4M/S220/mukimuki.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
