<?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-5469577</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:25:36.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norman's Blogsite</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-113411757753180613</id><published>2005-12-09T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:39:37.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The year that was… 2005      This year have seen a great many incidents filling our every senses..       It started with the aftermath of Dec 26th 2004 killer waves that swept through many lands.. taking anything and everything above-ground… hundreds of thousands perished.. millions were left homeless or worse, parent-less.. The only other time I’ve seen such a large land mass being swept clean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/113411757753180613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/113411757753180613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113411757753180613' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-113411744700811653</id><published>2005-12-09T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:44:17.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After a 1 year hiatus,       What a choice of timing. Already hyping it up so much before the exams.. only to see a complete 180 degree turn and the door slam right on my face. I’ve been very patient, I’ve been giving.. for such to happen at a time when I’ve nothing to look forward to in the next 2 months, is just.. disappointing.               I knew it was coming sooner or later…and I guess it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/113411744700811653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/113411744700811653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113411744700811653' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-110251645693438011</id><published>2004-12-08T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T06:34:16.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not equal to anybody.. i cannot be stereotyped like every other that a person would think to be similar.I've seen and heard worse.. yet, i'm considered no differentI've done.. I've made sure.. but still, i'm thought to be no betterWhat else am I supposed to do?I'm no good at talking.. I get myself trapped in my own words far too often. I tend to say words that'd mean differently to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/110251645693438011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/110251645693438011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110251645693438011' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-109776092070565699</id><published>2004-10-14T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T06:56:17.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Most are daftThe world is built around such a person, making everyone else to his eyes.... daft.I have learnt much to spare my more complicated emotions.. but they are just daft.I have learnt much not to look down nor up to anybody.. but they are just so daftI have learnt not to vent out my ire to anybody, anywhere, anytime.. but they are so daftI am not the best at expressing my truest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/109776092070565699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/109776092070565699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109776092070565699' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-109775974384744108</id><published>2004-10-14T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T06:23:57.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is in a picture? Do you see..... ? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/109775974384744108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/109775974384744108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109775974384744108' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-109539167074333000</id><published>2004-09-16T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T20:27:50.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Larry The Cable GuyRemember how them cattle auctioneers down in the southern states of US? man, this guy's hillariousauction (click to download)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/109539167074333000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/109539167074333000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109539167074333000' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-109534433299854863</id><published>2004-09-16T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T07:20:10.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glorious Absence of SophisticationJeff Foxworthy.. definitely one of the more entertaining American comedian.. we have Chris Rock.. Eddie Murphy.. their jokes are mostly about black american.. Now here's a look at the other end of the spectrum.."Rednecks" Typically, American whites with a glorious absence of sophistication. Here are some clues on how to recognise if you're one of em..**</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/109534433299854863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/109534433299854863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109534433299854863' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-109398143519908977</id><published>2004-08-31T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T12:46:31.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was it just a dream?The night didn't start very well.. couldn't sleep.. for about half an hour or more, i was staring up at the ceiling, pysching myself to fall asleep.Eventually i did.. and i was well into a dream.. it was about cookin' up one heck of a supper with my brother. Parents weren't interested to join..As i was eating.. i heard a woman's voice coming from under the table (oh man,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/109398143519908977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/109398143519908977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109398143519908977' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-108991327574544528</id><published>2004-07-15T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T10:41:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movie dayMidterms next wednesday and thursday. So today, movie day, the calm before the storm (not so sure if that fits but anyhoo). Tickets were booked day before, so i went early to pick'em up, skipped a class just for it. It rained so very heavily today, and why must everybody slow down to a complete stop? why can't everybody just keep on moving.. i don't care if it's a snail's pace, just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108991327574544528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108991327574544528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108991327574544528' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-108972739867289791</id><published>2004-07-13T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T07:03:18.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long Time No BlogOkay, it’s been a while.. a long while at that. To tell the truth, I never really thought this page is visited at all anymore. Furthermore, things have been pretty busy ever since. The last entry was back in april.. hmm.. well, last semester’s final examination has gone and past. Have to say the Business Law paper was absolutely and totally uncalled for. First, two weeks before</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108972739867289791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108972739867289791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108972739867289791' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-108255423361585560</id><published>2004-04-21T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T06:33:31.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note to self: don't drive at high noonDriving anywhere between 12pm and 4pm here in Malaysia is a surefire way if u wanna get an MC and skip work/class. It sucks, but sometimes just can't helped but be forced to.. classes finish around those times anywayI lose interest in certain things quite fast if things don't go smoothly.. I wonder why.. just the other day i was building that Ferrari </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108255423361585560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108255423361585560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255423361585560' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-108202832285958728</id><published>2004-04-15T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T04:28:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConvoYup, finally, this year's MMU convo date has been released. 24th and 25th July!!!  Right at the end of the mid term week next semester.. oh my.. wonderful!! There i'll be bustin' real hard for the papers and try just as hard to not let the convo thoughts get in the way... wonderful!!university convocation.. graduating with a degree... me.. wow.. second class upper.. not bad.. though a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108202832285958728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108202832285958728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108202832285958728' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-108186737352634424</id><published>2004-04-13T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T08:14:50.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The year that was.. 1981Important EventsDr. Mahathir Mohammad (Malaysia's most influential &amp; successful PM) first came to powerRoyal wedding of Prince Charles and Lady Diana in Great Britain.Martial law declared in Poland.First IBM PC introduced.Osbourne I, first portable computer, introduced.President Reagan survives assassination attempt.First launch of the US Space ShuttleBMW </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108186737352634424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108186737352634424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108186737352634424' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-108178710773930910</id><published>2004-04-12T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T09:28:53.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memory Lane.. &amp; I Wonder Why.. Been reading some of the older entries on my website.. Haven’t read them in quite a while.. Hmm.. I wrote rather differently back then. I wasn't always vague. Most were quite direct.. whatever that was brewing in my mind was spat out exactly word for word. 2nd April 2003 was pretty funny. May 26th and 27th 2002 were preferred by many.. and it does bring back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108178710773930910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108178710773930910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178710773930910' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-108158303232678283</id><published>2004-04-10T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T00:46:38.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FriendsterOn a mood of adding testimonials to most on Friendster today.. nothing too original.. just for some harmless fun.. The BankIs it me, or do bank employees have to scrutinise my ID n info 10 minutes longer than they would to others? yes i'm half half.. come on, just look at my name, that surely does not sound local does it? ahh well.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108158303232678283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108158303232678283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108158303232678283' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-108149470352426645</id><published>2004-04-09T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T05:48:28.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week's newsFerrari chasing Nissan electronics engineer, thought to be responsible for Renault's lightning fast starts this year. FIA still trying to slow down F1 cars. This year's P1 lap time in Sepang was more than 3 seconds faster than last year's. Which is more than enough time to finish a sandwich really, in car racing speak. New York's having a big motor show this week. Much have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108149470352426645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/108149470352426645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108149470352426645' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107967825973721485</id><published>2004-03-18T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:40:04.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went out a couple days back.. got some paints (a $30 spray can n a $15 small paint bottle) n an $18 paintbrush.. finally deciding to start building up that Ferrari F2001 model the guys got me a couple years back.. geez..  worse yet, missing a few more colors, which is really delaying the start.. either way, went to watch a movie too same day.. planned to watch "hidalgo" or "Something's gotta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107967825973721485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107967825973721485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967825973721485' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107883396495280064</id><published>2004-03-09T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T04:08:19.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Divine Intervention?Another close shave today. Roads were soaked in the morning.. rain was still drizzling down.. i was already behind schedule, and henceforth, the rushed trip to college. Moving fast through the urban roads, overtaking the more cautious drivers.. tailgating the hogs till they move out the way.. squeezing through the morning traffic light queue.. i was lateAfter the Kajang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107883396495280064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107883396495280064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107883396495280064' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107841466177684301</id><published>2004-03-04T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T07:39:51.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IrritatingI'm really startin' to get a li'l irritated by strangers who're slapping to young age on me. Went to 7-eleven earlier tonight. Met a neighbor whose son is a good friend of mine since we were kids and is about a year older than I am. The father asked if i was still studying, and i said "yeah".. then he asked where, is it at the local secondary school.. I was thinkin' like "do I look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107841466177684301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107841466177684301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841466177684301' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107805534637447709</id><published>2004-02-29T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T03:51:11.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sudden"the prior started out with a shocking.. no.. more like totally uncalled for.. which was promptly followed by a full day of doubt, confusion and boy oh boy some really major headache. totally unable to concentrate.. i was weary the whole time.. my face must've gone pale.. all by the suddennobody was spared.. well, not that many were hauled up actually.. One of'em was too busy to handle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107805534637447709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107805534637447709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107805534637447709' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107788172755673476</id><published>2004-02-27T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T03:40:42.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>80's Porsche vs. 2001 Wira (auto &amp; barely modified)brother's planning to enter MMU this coming May.. his SPM results should be out by tomorrow (which, the whole family's really eager to find out how far he screwed it up.. haha.. nahh.. the fella worked far harder than i did.. so it'd be fitting for him to get at least a comparable result to mine)So went up to MMU today to pick up an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107788172755673476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107788172755673476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788172755673476' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107721207298260737</id><published>2004-02-19T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T00:01:34.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back again after a monthfren going away overseas tomorrow.. gave me a baseball bat (he had extras).. which, i was quite disappointed to hear that i can't keep it in the car, cos i'll get into trouble if the police finds it.. "ooh.. concealed weapon"!!!!! another fren's supposed to have flown off too.. though, i was promised to hear something before the departure.. that never came.. so anyway, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107721207298260737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107721207298260737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107721207298260737' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107409523744088931</id><published>2004-01-14T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T19:21:26.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"run desire run this sexual being run him like a blade  to and through the heart no conscience   one motive to.. cater to the hollow screaming feed me here fill me up again temporarily pacify this hungering so grow libido throw dominoes of indiscretions down  falling all around in cycles... in circles   constantly consuming, conquer and devour it's time to bring this fire down bridle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107409523744088931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107409523744088931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107409523744088931' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107086847239404637</id><published>2003-12-07T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T23:28:35.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Habis la... my car..That's it la.. i've been affected by one particular disease that's been affecting most males in this world.. the car-mod disease. duit raya + $$$ from the personal stash i've been saving up for months.. all gone to putting in "splitfire" cables.. "bosch" spark plugs.. and last but certainly not least "HKS" air filter system (not to mention it's pricey aluminium piping)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107086847239404637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107086847239404637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107086847239404637' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107043481398542082</id><published>2003-12-02T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T23:00:52.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost causewhy bother? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107043481398542082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107043481398542082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043481398542082' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107016911966293119</id><published>2003-11-29T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T21:12:34.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stiffwoke up to a bad case of stiff neck this morning.. aarghh.. my first time summore.. eesh.. now i'm walking around the house with my neck perfectly tilted 90 degrees to the right.. thank god we don't rely only on gravity to push food down our pipes... it woulda been top-class yoga it were otherwise</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107016911966293119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107016911966293119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107016911966293119' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107001881439864970</id><published>2003-11-28T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T03:27:27.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hungryyyy... so hungry.. i need food in my room.. only had a bowl of cereal and a piece of cookie today.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107001881439864970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107001881439864970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107001881439864970' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-107000935702118986</id><published>2003-11-28T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T03:28:37.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanna play bully summore.. finished!! law assignment done.. gone.. passed up.. handed over.. signed off.. complete.. i had ALL the time in the world but i still chose to only start writing the two 500-word each reference-based essays, around 9pm the night before the deadline.. and i still managed to slip in a 4 hour sleep haha.. luckily i had all my references photocopied, but never read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107000935702118986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/107000935702118986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107000935702118986' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106977170487250500</id><published>2003-11-25T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T11:06:39.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Injustice..Hari Raya in Malaysia is never without the 'tradition' of giving packets of money to the kids.. And this year, for some reason, my parents are being so very extra generous.. the kid next door came by in the morning to drop off some food from his mom.. fella got 50bucks as "duit raya".. 50!!! i didn't see the fella's parents returning the gesture.. furthermore, didn't help much when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106977170487250500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106977170487250500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977170487250500' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106977158784088621</id><published>2003-11-25T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T06:46:58.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny business.. went to auntie's house couple days back for some small family gathering.. overheard them aunties in the kitchen.. sounds like they're worried that i'm still single at such an age.. hahaha.. mom's always with the usual excuse of me being picky and other shortcomings (one of it was put rather literally).. while the aunties were defending me.. and one offerred (if i heard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106977158784088621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106977158784088621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977158784088621' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106977135601408683</id><published>2003-11-25T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T06:43:06.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much chocolate in the house chocolate bars.. Cadbury Fruit n Nut.. Turkish Delight.. Cadbury Black Gold (dark chocolate).. left over white Cote'dors (none of us really like white chocolates).. Cadbury Zip.. Snickers.. Mars.. M &amp; M's..Chocolate cookies/biscuits.. Chipsmore (the one with hazelnuts only of course).. Oreos.. Chips Ahoy.. Choc Fudge.. and a few others i can't remember their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106977135601408683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106977135601408683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977135601408683' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106890676397261478</id><published>2003-11-15T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T06:33:04.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mid-termsStudy study.. mid-terms next weekBusiness Law on monday - have to memorize all them cases.. aiyoh.. so many of'emAccountings on tuesday - have to know how to do everything.. prob is.. i don'tEconomics on wednesday - not too bad.. just hope i don't make any mistake or misinterpret anythingso, in short.. will be busy busy busy busy busy.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106890676397261478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106890676397261478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106890676397261478' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106890660552965677</id><published>2003-11-15T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T06:30:26.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday was a terrible day.. very little sleep.. super early wake up time.. and a whole buncha complications for what shoulda been a pretty straightforward day. started with a hasty parent order to pick up the newspaper cos it started raining heavily outside.. i had just woke up for bout 5 seconds (brain's still fuzzy) and i've to run out the house to get them papers.. only to realise the gate's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106890660552965677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106890660552965677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106890660552965677' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106847439919830855</id><published>2003-11-10T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T07:13:06.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angela's Ashes"Based on Frank McCourt's 1997 Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, Angela's Ashes is an uplifting story of Frank who from the age of 5 takes us to the most surprising, challenging and emotional life journey.With humour and joy, little Frank looks at the energy deployed by his mother Angela to meet ends and feed her four kids while her unemployable, alcoholic husband, Malachy Sr. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106847439919830855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106847439919830855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106847439919830855' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106826912155289598</id><published>2003-11-07T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T21:28:08.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I cannot swim... anybody else can't swim?See there ain't many of us left.. most of us have drowned.. haha...Phew.. so I've watched the latest and final Matrix movie. In short, it's like the first 2 Matrix movies put together, added with a very healthy dose of truly mind-boggling, retinal-burning visual effects. The Matrix movies have never failed to raise a certain level of confusion at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106826912155289598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106826912155289598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106826912155289598' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106768924521657851</id><published>2003-11-01T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T04:49:08.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven't wrote anything for a week.. haha.. wokeh, let's recap what hap-ed the past 6 daysSunday Went out with a friend for some b'day stuff.. free lunch (always a good way of forcing me out the house haha..) plus a movie (which, to make things even, i paid).. watched The Rundown (think i wrote something bout that in the 'comment' section for the previous entry). Lame movie though peppered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106768924521657851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106768924521657851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106768924521657851' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106709397281447506</id><published>2003-10-25T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T07:59:32.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>badminton in PJ on saturday.. killed my legslight golf in Bangi on sunday (driving range &amp; putting only).. killed my arms.. spent all of this week's allowance..  so, for tomorrow's intended outing (not confirmed yet though).. guess i've to dig into the personal stash.. money that's s'posed t'be saved for future car modifications.. couple badly needed modifications.. one that'd literally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106709397281447506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106709397281447506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709397281447506' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106690834694008259</id><published>2003-10-23T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T04:25:46.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saw something today.. it's something most of whom i know have already seen many times before.. but it was my first time.. having only been at HELP for a month or so.. i've not made many close friends.. she's a great person.. very friendly and full of smiles.. only at the end of the day, to have been treated ever so disgustfully by her boyfriend.. right in front of everyone else who were waiting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106690834694008259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106690834694008259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106690834694008259' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106663805034915216</id><published>2003-10-20T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T01:20:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally sat through an entire Harry Potter &amp; The Sorcerer's Stone on HBO a li'l while ago.. and i can tell why i've avoided watching it for so long.. **mumble mumble mumble**can't wait for the next Lord of The Rings movie.. enough of these Potter fairy tales.. gimme the savage uru-khai (or however they spell it).. give me ungodly powers of Saruman and Gandalf.. i wanna know if that "my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106663805034915216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106663805034915216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106663805034915216' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106638888760148865</id><published>2003-10-17T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T04:08:25.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To all that have a little Chinese in them A Chinese man walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. He tells the loan officer that he is going to China on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000. The bank officer tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan, so the Chinese man hands over the keys to a new Ferrari parked on the street in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106638888760148865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106638888760148865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106638888760148865' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106630710736733280</id><published>2003-10-16T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T05:25:07.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>horrible day today.. started too early + slept too little + a full day of classes + typical malaysian excruciating heat + dumb traffic jam crawlers on the way back home = bad bad bad combination.. have a tendency to get pretty impatient past couple days.. ughh.. i think too much.. why can't my mind go to simple mode every once in a while? just like what everyone else in this world seem to have.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106630710736733280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106630710736733280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106630710736733280' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106623795796315240</id><published>2003-10-15T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T10:33:47.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 weeks now.. 2 questions linger in my mind:"distractions.. should i act upon them?"or the bigger one,"what the heck am i doing here?"every morning i get on the bus to be shuttled to the lecture building, i'd be asking myself that exact question.. i look out the window, i'm in a school bus.. can't help but feel like i've been chained n locked up, on my merry'ol way to the state </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106623795796315240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106623795796315240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106623795796315240' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106487332811611206</id><published>2003-09-29T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T15:08:48.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My First Day At SchoolBack to school... back to school.. oooh.. it's gonna be so cool..back to school.. back to school..cos i don't wanna stay at home like a fool... back to school.. back to school.. oh boy.. so far so good. everything's a li'l bit confusing right now.. One thing i noticed's that, there's a lot of registering to do.. you've to register yourself, register for student ID,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106487332811611206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106487332811611206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106487332811611206' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106474890706766782</id><published>2003-09-28T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T04:35:06.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh noooooo................ tomorrow first day at HELP.. my last evening of freedom.. after this, no more 10am wake up times.. leisure times at home watching movies, playing the computer and PS2.. no more daytime tv.. eeps!! don't think i'd be able to watch tomorrow morning's F1 USGP.. sigh.. s'posed to be at HELP by 9am.. couple with KL's notorious morning traffic, i've to leave house like 7am!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106474890706766782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106474890706766782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106474890706766782' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106447900340323148</id><published>2003-09-25T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T02:01:15.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Year In ReflectionI'd like to write something bout the past year.. how it started out pretty well before 'that' happened and everything went downhill.. anything that could go wrong, went that way.. things i've never had problems with paid me more than a friendly visit.. Luckily, i managed to grab together a few of the more important things.. managed to stabilize my grades.. did my final </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106447900340323148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106447900340323148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106447900340323148' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106420163027626026</id><published>2003-09-21T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T20:33:50.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaccckkkk................. one more week!!! one more week!!! just one more week left!!! oh my god!!! nooooooooo....my holiday season's fast coming to an unceremonious end in but 7 days' time.. such ends the 5-month long break from anything and everything.. such ends boredom for what seemed like an eternity... such ends the extra long and extra frequent online hours.. and such ends</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106420163027626026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106420163027626026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106420163027626026' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106353536424727541</id><published>2003-09-14T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T03:29:24.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So dad came home this morning from a 10-day 'vacation' in Belgium. He complained his mother was too paranoid to allow him to go anywhere further than the neighborhood's supermarket. All the plans to go around Belgium, shoppin', looking for stuff mom asked to buy.. all those went bust. Most, if not the whole 10 days there were spent doing work out in the garden and fixing the tv after it went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106353536424727541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106353536424727541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106353536424727541' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106336270421387004</id><published>2003-09-12T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T03:33:25.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lucky BoyBrother's SPM examination is only 2 months away.. He's been improving well in his Maths, Physics and other science subjects. His BM's being taken care of with a 2-hour tuition every Monday night.. now mom's worried about his Islamic Studies and asked me to write up short notes for the boy to read. I wondered why? he seems to be having quite a lotta free time on his hands to do his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106336270421387004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106336270421387004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106336270421387004' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106329714731359114</id><published>2003-09-11T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T09:20:43.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bending LightSo I was browsing through Motortrend website's older autoshow articles... read through the coverage of the recent SEMA (Specialty Equipment Market Association) show in the US. One of the mod items highlighted in the article really intrigued me. "We never would have expected a product like this to come out of the balls of Bridgestone, but their Luxaura Light Guide is great new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106329714731359114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106329714731359114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106329714731359114' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106327818043498390</id><published>2003-09-11T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T09:23:00.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GoodiesSo the newspaper guy phoned this morning.. at a dead early 8.20am. Fella called to tell that this month's Autocar Asean has arrived and he'll be reserving a copy for me. Surprisingly, that magazine's been gaining a lotta popularity as of recent. Upon seeing how this month's copy looked like and the goodies it came with, i bet even more people would wanna get their hands on it. Cycle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106327818043498390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106327818043498390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106327818043498390' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106265745068930322</id><published>2003-09-03T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T23:44:48.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a whole buncha thing to write about last night.. come this morning, i've forgotten everything.. haha.. Today's movie review, American Wedding.. the third American Pie movie (no serious spoilers here). First and foremost, notable absentees.. Chris Klein, Mena Suvari (already a minimal role in the 2nd pie movie), Tara Reid, the Shermanator, and a few others I can't remember. I can't say the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106265745068930322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106265745068930322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106265745068930322' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106234676781001725</id><published>2003-08-31T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T22:43:16.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>31st August 2003 marked Malaysia's 46th birthday, the nation's independece from all colonnial powers that have been here.. from the Portuguese, to the Dutch.. the Brits and then when World War 2 broke out, Japs came in. Incidently when the war was over, the British came back. it wasn't until 31st August that Malaysia finally and truly become an independent country. So today, while everybody's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106234676781001725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106234676781001725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106234676781001725' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106214454631066463</id><published>2003-08-29T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T02:35:42.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's nothing on tv these days. Often find myself watching TechTV more than any other channel cos they happen to have almost(!!) new shows everyday. AXN's Amazing Race 4's over.. Chip n Reichen won? oh man.. that pair of ... ?!! Dave n Jeff made such a big big mistake, i was really hopin' for them to win, or at least Jon and Kelly cos after the clowns went out, they were the only entertaining </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106214454631066463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106214454631066463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106214454631066463' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106093353003729922</id><published>2003-08-15T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T02:10:40.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>desperate... and... ravenousso weak... and... powerless... over youA Perfect Circle - 'Weak and Powerless'At last!! a new single from A Perfect Circle. Maynard's back with his outstanding music. The last Perfect Circle album was truly phenomenal, especially the acoustic version of 3 libras. Nothing better at representing our love for dark goth better than Maynard's music (A Perfect Circle's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106093353003729922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106093353003729922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106093353003729922' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-106053375727929665</id><published>2003-08-10T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T01:35:30.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>geez.. it's been 20 days since the last entry.. yeah things been happenin'.. more new names to add to the list of people i know.. the list's growing bigger n bigger.. there's so many of 'em.. i went to the local 7-eleven's couple days back.. i got startled when the cash girl asked me what i'm up to these days.. i was like, "do i know her? where had i seen her from? she my 'ol schoolmate? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106053375727929665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/106053375727929665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106053375727929665' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105955441844460868</id><published>2003-07-30T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T09:59:53.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's in your name? Find out at   http://miva.zodiacal.com/acro.mvNormanYou tend to be critical of yourself, not always expressing your true desires. You have an interest in health and health matters. You have a great deal of loyalty to those you love. You have much inner strength. You enjoy a challenge. You can take thought-directed actions. You are always involved with projects and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105955441844460868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105955441844460868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105955441844460868' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105896611650738015</id><published>2003-07-23T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T09:44:53.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>great.. the comment provider gone AWOL on me.. now i gotta go find a new oneanyhoo.. big question now.. Nottingham Uni or LSE (London School of Economics).. they've courses run locally.. so which should i go to? Nottingham has pretty high entry requirement.. 3B minimum in A-levels.. wow.. second upper class for degree/diploma holders.. for LSE, 3C's in A-levels minimum.. but LSE's ranked much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105896611650738015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105896611650738015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105896611650738015' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105889003012172178</id><published>2003-07-22T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T06:03:02.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Terminator 3a futuristic cybernetic robot sent back through time.. for one lucky lady =)  haha.. okay, so that was the shermanator talkin' there, and i think that lady the terminator came back for won't be too lucky by the end of this movie. male chauvenists should enjoy this movie actually. you don't often get to see a 6'4 250lb big man trash a female headfirst through walls, steps on her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105889003012172178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105889003012172178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105889003012172178' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105850622281224976</id><published>2003-07-17T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T11:24:35.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so bored.. i waste my time everyday at home for the past couple months.. i wake up late.. i start up the internet.. i bathe.. go out n get breakfast.. come back eat, read newspapers (more like speed readin' through, catchin' only the titles n some bits of them articles).. then, tv.. lunch.. go out again.. drive around town while thinkin' bout what to get.. come back.. eat, watch something.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105850622281224976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105850622281224976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105850622281224976' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105833492856092932</id><published>2003-07-15T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T01:35:31.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top 10 things girls should not give guys on their birthdays or special occasions (in no particular order)10- irrelevant vcd/dvd we only really watch action movies. we'd watch them softie, romantic, cute cartoon movies with u girls only, otherwise, they'd be tucked in somewhere collecting dust9- things we guys would never expect to get even for ourselvesshower curtain? pencil case? can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105833492856092932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105833492856092932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105833492856092932' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105811655523741453</id><published>2003-07-13T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T23:19:46.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>women keep pleutonic friends.. why?cos you never know.. they keep changing their girlfriends every six months.. but they keep their pleutonic friends forever why?cos you never know.. what happened to Carol? "tsk, I can't handle her".. but they keep the pleutonic friends forever why?cos you never know.. you know what a pleutonic friend is to a woman?it's like a guy.. in a glass case.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105811655523741453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105811655523741453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105811655523741453' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105782208136364594</id><published>2003-07-10T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T00:28:01.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>contacts.. they're so invaluable these days. you can't just put your hopes on yourself to get around the city.. either lookin' for a job or some hard to find stuff. always keep good relations with your contacts.. no matter how boring.. annoying.. irritating.. totally uninteresting they are.. but as long as they serve their purpose, they'll never be expendible. got me a new mag today. newspaper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105782208136364594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105782208136364594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105782208136364594' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105759843602780977</id><published>2003-07-07T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T10:20:36.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watched 2 Fast 2 Furious and y'all want a review? hmm.. where should i start? lemme start with the overall score of the movie.. 8.5/10 hehe.. where'd the other 1.5 go? well.. 0.5 goes to the expected non-appearance of Vin Diesel's character. He was a real bad@$$ character back in Furious 1.. and with him around, things looked mighty believably gangster culture stuff.. but now, with him gone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105759843602780977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105759843602780977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105759843602780977' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105739188691693721</id><published>2003-07-05T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T08:48:54.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MINARDI 1 and 2!!! yup, you heard that right.. friday's first qualifying session was a justification for those who got screwed in the last friday qualifying in Nurburgring, where the front runners benefitted from clear skies while the later ones had to qualify with cats and dogs falling over their heads. Yesterday, it was the other way around.. and it was perfect opportunity for the Jordans, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105739188691693721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105739188691693721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105739188691693721' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105725112912203672</id><published>2003-07-03T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T09:52:09.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hhmm.. have been writing bout some outlandish stuff here, but more in the yahoo group messageboard. yup, serious case of having too much time in hand and nothing better to think about. guess i thought, i could strike out an intelligent discussion between them people. it was really nice to find some of them really came out with interesting ideas and opinions of their own. but unfortunately, albeit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105725112912203672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105725112912203672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105725112912203672' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105706284516798254</id><published>2003-07-01T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T05:34:05.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dumb and Dumberer.. sequel.. or actually prequel to the 90's big hit Dumb &amp; Dumber is an unoriginal remake that is essentially the very same movie as the old one (but has a lot less substance and memorable scenes). Back in the early 90's, fart and toilet jokes were the bomb.. too bad it's not so anymore these days. Though, it might be enjoyable to watch it in a cinema with everybody oooh-ing and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105706284516798254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105706284516798254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105706284516798254' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105681870663630587</id><published>2003-06-28T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T09:45:06.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've often find myself unable to share or discuss my thoughts about life with anybody but a very select few. It is unfortunate that sometimes when i try to share these thoughts, people would often come out with some very textbook answers based entirely on their own religion without ever goin at it using their own personal thoughts and opinions. No pun intended, I mean, i just want a personal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105681870663630587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105681870663630587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105681870663630587' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105625604531664829</id><published>2003-06-21T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T00:05:27.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>incredible hulk.. with all the hype dating back couple years ago.. it was a huge disappointment. already the day was a hectic one.. everybody in malaysia decided to visit KL clogging every street and parking lot.. we ran all over the place lookin' for an empty cinema (or at least one with less pirated-vcd-deprived denizens), it didn't help when heavy rain started massive traffic jams further than</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105625604531664829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105625604531664829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105625604531664829' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105596463564676215</id><published>2003-06-18T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T12:35:32.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I iz found de wick'id booyaka song from me cine' flick.. and I iz really jompin' me pants off...  r.. e.. s.. t.. e.. c.. p..  hahaha.. it's 3.30 am.. still haven't finished that Malaysian Studies summary due tomorrow morning's 10am class.. uggh.. we're supposed to write stuff about articles on Malaysian political parties written in newspapers over the weekend.. i've covered every political </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105596463564676215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105596463564676215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105596463564676215' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105583759792824634</id><published>2003-06-17T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T01:24:47.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing really significant's been happenin' as of recent.. mom's still roaming around asking her colleagues about how their uni kids are doing.. found out quite a number are dropping their current courses and take up a different one. One of them was a star student, straight A's his whole life.. got chosen to an elite high school.. won government scholarship.. went off to UK for computer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105583759792824634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105583759792824634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105583759792824634' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105567490599396318</id><published>2003-06-15T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T04:05:58.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saturday night was a real bore.. nothing to do.. dad hogged my computer playing C&amp;C Generals.. brother hogged the other computer in the study room playing yet another C&amp;C game.. and mom watched her fav siti nurhaliza show on tv.. all that's left was the tv downstairs in the guest room that's hooked to a PS1ugghh.. PS1 graphics are soo poor.. oh man, i'm too used to playing the second </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105567490599396318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105567490599396318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105567490599396318' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105546278080734955</id><published>2003-06-12T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T17:10:05.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finished Final Fantasy 10.. finally.. guess i've gotten tired of trying to find every secret treasures n stuff, and buildin' up every character to infinite powers.. those upgrade spheres.. supreme gems.. celestial weapons.. aeons and what'chamacallits.. So today, quit hanging around and go face the final boss and see the ending.. What a disappointment.. the final boss(es) were laughably (and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105546278080734955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105546278080734955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105546278080734955' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105534965140137533</id><published>2003-06-11T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T09:45:31.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Page looks mighty simple now.. patience young unadulterated one.. i'm still searchin' and "borrowing" design cues bit by bit..Found myself listening to Sean Paul's "get busy" and Outhere Brothers' "boom boom boom".. the only 2 songs on my playlist the whole time i'm on the computer, now they've all lodged themselves deep in me uncle ned... everywhere.. in my room.. while i'm driving.. in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105534965140137533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105534965140137533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105534965140137533' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105533090983531761</id><published>2003-06-11T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T04:28:29.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>urrghh.. i give up.. everytime i play with html codes, it'll work on my comp.. but won't work online.. what gives?guess this'll be where all the future entries'll be at.. now.. to put a link to my original website on this page.. hmm.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105533090983531761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105533090983531761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105533090983531761' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105531640740516527</id><published>2003-06-11T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T00:26:55.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wokeh.. second post.. how the heck do i upload my own pages.. or everything's in templates only? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105531640740516527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105531640740516527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105531640740516527' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469577.post-105531601101038284</id><published>2003-06-11T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T00:20:19.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oit.. testing testing.. 1... 2... 3... 1000.... 99.... 4... 3...2... 1... okay.. if this one's up.. means that this thingamiging should be workin' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105531601101038284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5469577/posts/default/105531601101038284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kittfoxx99.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105531601101038284' title=''/><author><name>norman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298060024015018413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
