<?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-30625467</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:31:50.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Life Through Abu's Dignity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-117129603874468274</id><published>2007-02-12T06:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:13:13.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that Again.....</title><content type='html'>Hey...hey..hey....dUde...dude...dude....what;s good people....its been weeks..months....calendars...hey wait..that's too much of a stretch....haha...yeah dude...maybe blogger and i might have had a glitch these days..nnaahhh..i thinks its just me..ok watever dude...so yeah....hold back..what have we here....let's clean up a little bit...its 2 months since 2007 came around.. schools rather fine and oohhh...yeah...its the end of the First year....oh dude...time's running on pentium 5 don't ya think...whoa....i could still recall the first day i was in school..somewhere around March 2006..yeah dude..i was the first asshole to reach class..and was kickin' back listenin' to the likes of Blue's All rise....man....now its almost been a year...damn....aww...mwiow...but hey..let's be optimistic...let's roger the times we had along the way..yeah dude...its simply dope....the circle of friends keep widening and that only means one thing....Life.....its simpy social life at its peak....Social...haha...anyways...hopefully,i'm gonna be in 2nd year..and dude....i think that my first 11 months or so in RP delivers no regrets although there's some accomplishments that i ought to fulfil..nevertheless....there's always 2007...so yeah...i'm just gonnat struck some appreciation chords through the hearts of my fellow rugged peeeps and just in case u freaks think u're old news...dude...have a breather...ure in for the flashback....haha...so see it..dig it...honour it..cos Rugged's is the name of my weed..haha....
Names: Remembered for:
Ifad Being a bapok in the first Sem,now a metal star in the making.
Suhaimi Being the 'kaku' one and the most MIA among the other rugged peeps.
Malcolm The boy who never plans but blames people if they didn't follow even if they don't
have a clue of what the plan is.Fuck u Malcolm.
Nick The ripped jackass that i spent most of my great times with,the person i look for
when i'm going Food Haven alone.
Fareha: The most paranoid person on the surface of the earth,beating Jim Carrey by total
knouckout,famous for saying,'Today's problem statement is about blood and Cir-
culation.'
Shafrena: The most laid-back among the other girls,but tends to be a lil bit 'senget'..when
medicine is not consumed.
Ain: The music addict who....no comments........haha.
Huda: The girl who's living a success story and sees the importance of frienship during
meals.haha.

Rockers(shattar &amp;amp; syafiq) Known for their cold yet pungent jokes that can throw an arrow right into some-
one's heart...but then again....one of the best lepak kakis to be with...

Eliza Martoyo: One of the most busiest woman of the world nailing Margaret Thatcher by 4 votes,
but a great rippling friend when it comes to conversations.Sophisicated yet simple.
Huda Chica: The girl who laughs as if she's crying and make jokes that forces people to smile.
First lady in saying On the Double.


Alrite dude,i've break it down for you..hope you peeps remember me as much as i remember you....cos all that matters is the friendship we've been through,...yeah...okay peeps...i know....there's still a handful out there that deserves some holla...don worry people....just email me your dissatisfaction,i'll fill it in for ya....till till then dude...have a great start to 2007....see u when u get there....stay straight and don't pun on weight..rock and roll...God is Great...to the highest peak...On the double...yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-117129603874468274?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/117129603874468274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Ministry of Sins</title><content type='html'>Put the fucking mic on....uh..uh..haha....Joe crack the Don uh.....So what's love?....don ask me...i don care...So Hey...wats good peeps...how's everything going.....seems to a great while since we dope around...yeah dude...i've been a rather occupied man lately.....spending a lion's share of my days at the coffeeshop...yeah..slacking's been nothing but a thief of time for me....but it abuses freedom...why kill your time for an activity that puts your liberty into a stagnant position...well..let me tell u sum....WHY NOT...we don't create shit....we don't plagiarized people...all we do is see life through Abu's dignity..haha..dude..im going way off-pitched..ahaha...so let's fine-tune everything and get to the root of the weed...so yeah...let's start smokin....so i went clubbing with my friends.....hey wait...stop sign..i classically hate the term' clubing'....it sounds undeniably overrated...so lets change it to boogy....hhmmm..BOOGY..yeah...sounds G....so then again..i went Boogy with my friends at Ministry of Shit....you know...once in a while...try to make Local entertainment work their magic for some introspectional therapy....but Nature's still the cream of the crop...right from the bottom to the top...u feelin' me...haha..so yeah...slide a 20 and the night's on me....so..hey..u know what Rugged Mafia does best..let the feet do the talking...haha...yeah...so i was sweating it all out and gettin jiggy wit it...so u know....u gotta kill 2 stones with one bird....haha...i know...so yeah..i was checking out the girls who were dude..WORKING OUT!...Haha..so let me hook u guys up...out of 4 girls that i smiled at...only one gave a good response...the other three were either too stuck up or just downright possessed..haha...fuck....then again...it was great rockin'and dancing with the ladies...one really givin' me orgasms...haha...alrite i ain't topping that...so here's an incident....i was making way fer some anxious jackasses shovering their way through the crowd when there's tis hot girl and her friend who were also squeezing through...so i gave them some chasm of space so that they can get it going..but guess wat?..they stood to the ground...so i was kind of 'Hey...move it up dude...wat are u waiting for'...but since the surrounding stereos were dead amplified..i gave a hand gesture to that hot girl signalling to her to move...and yeah...she was grippin' and gave me an uninterested expression...well guess what..HOTTIE....fuck you..u think you're pretty...yeah...i think ure pretty too...pretty LAME...So since u seemed uninterested...let me add some flavour to that..i'm interested in making u PISSED...so there i was....getting my boogy down rite infront of her....man was she rooted to the spot....haha..i was definitely rubbing her the wrong way..I was showing her the right way to MOVE..haha...it was plain dope....her friend was smiling away...haha...all in all...me and my peeps find it worth the bucks...but the beach still rocks...ok dude....its a wrap...hope u rugged peeps dig my shit...i'm gonna lay  my cards down and get straight fer 2007...till then..HOLLA!......Rugged....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-116734941561512547?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/116734941561512547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=116734941561512547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116734941561512547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116734941561512547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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freaks clad in baju kurung showing the world they're giving tradition a whole new meaning....yeah....just stay the fuck around me....so let's get to the root of things....so Abu?...how's 2006 been like...?..has reality been trippin you...?...not much i guess....still fillin myself in from all those utter humdrums i've been facing with...but then..i'm still welcoming 2007 with open arms....whatever tommorow brings i'll be there....holla at ya Incubus....i'm kind of done with setting short=term goals...cos dude..it seems i can't even come close to fulfiling them...haha...i donno dude...its like...the word 'jinx' have suddenly appeared into my life....but hey...guess what dude...Abu don't even give a shit about jinx....all he knows is that it all lays in the hands of God...yeah...that's sounds punk rock.....aaarrgghhh....ok dude....im just not in the mood to stir stories to hook u peeps up....haha...i'm kind of busy nowadays...u know....stock markets...share holdings..alrite..i thinks i've jumped the queue.....till then....i'm gonna dip some biscuits into my coffee....the pen is mightier than the sword...so make good with your studies...me too..i guess....i'm outta here.....Yeay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-116400560214512648?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/116400560214512648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=116400560214512648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116400560214512648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116400560214512648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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What!...Yeahya!....so what's rollin' peeps...u guys in the mood for weed?..haha..tats just a glitch...hey..hey..lets point the gun back at me...so Abu..whats good?..yeah... nothing much i guess..still slacking strong...my homies hittin' the same old song....but its still hookin' me rite on....u feelin me'....so aaarrgghhh...2006 is gonna be written in the books of history..and yeah..all that is left is a couple of memories...don't take much time to haggle...just flip the gear and grind the throttle...haha..i ain't taking the motor license for nothing dude..u guys in my shoes?..Nail it...so yeah...just basically filling the spasm of this ripped-off blog of mine...so then again don't get plagiarized by the past...just stay on path....don't cross the bridges before u see the river...till then dude...i'm gonna get high just like a bird in the sky...Holla.....Life's ain't that rough....so stand stall and get tough....Roger and out.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-116273212471807074?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/116273212471807074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=116273212471807074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116273212471807074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116273212471807074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/11/deep-flicks.html' title='Deep Flicks'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-116188421396213551</id><published>2006-10-26T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T10:36:53.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5966/3288/1600/backdropmod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5966/3288/320/backdropmod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you ready for the most talked about event in town? Yes! It is ClubYouthFest 2006. Mixing awareness with music and performances.
Here is where your $18 going:
1) Cancer awareness2) More than 3 hours of music, dance and more3) Help to fundraise for Assisi Home &amp; Hospice4) Club all you want with a cause
With only $18, you get solid performances by:
- LA Dance Connection- Paradox- Sensually Transmitted Music- Krashed Lines- Yee Bah- EMP from Republic Polytechnic- Steven Lim- Derek Heng- DanceFusion- Jeremy Ng
With so many performances, do your part in helping to fundraise for Assisi Home &amp;amp; Hospice! Get your presales tickets now from Serene now!
For further enquires, please contact Serene @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:eneres.yeo@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eneres.yeo@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-116188421396213551?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/116188421396213551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=116188421396213551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116188421396213551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116188421396213551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/10/are-you-ready-for-most-talked-about.html' title=''/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-116188360611699921</id><published>2006-10-26T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T10:26:46.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey...hey....so what's my name again?....Holla if you're still in the game....so yeah...let's nail some due shoutouts to my rugged peeps who just wouldn't drop the gun...still bangin' wild huh...so yeah...Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri Eid Mubarak Salam Lebaran kepada semua muslimin dan muslimat,mukminin dan mukminat,al ahya min hum wal amwat...Maaf zahir dan Batin....Datuk dan Datin....Iran dan Bahrain....dude..a year have past so fast....ups and downs takes us on a persevering quest....hearing the affective Takbir....we all feel blessed....yeah..God is Great....alrite dude...i'm not hangin' around no more...one of my freaking homie..have been rippin' me off with his request to hook u guy's up for a cold night at club momo...yeah...so yeah...gonna give you rugged shananigans a quick sneak peak for a lil' hard tics for a one night jiggy wit it...u feelin' me....but dude...its not clippin me up well enough...i rather spent my time at the beach at let nature do its magic...introspection at its peak....u diggin me'..yeah..its good....so Raihan i'm gonna run your favour tis time round..till then...i ain't gonna post any flicks that can influence my rugged loyalties in the wrong direction...haha..name je Raihan...prangai macam sampan...alrite dude....till the end of 2006...Pick Up Sticks....get yourselves in line..hope u guys are doing fine..no whines....no crimes....hope 2007 packs a punch...till then dude....peace out....i'm burned out....so roger and out....haha...Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-116188360611699921?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/116188360611699921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=116188360611699921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116188360611699921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116188360611699921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>18th 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something more enthralling and squeezing every drop of adrenalin that could possibly rush...haha..still don't have a clue....how about some hints....throttle...hmm...90km/h....two wheels...yeah..even a fourth grader could have gotten to the verdict....yeah dude...but dude..its undeniably rational...except that this time round,reality seemingly give me a knock on the head and give me a serious twist of fate....so dude...with approval of my 10pc drumlets and half a super supreme pizza that i smuggled from my workplace.....its time for some serious shit....feel it....believe it....get it fixed...
so it all happened last week,after reaching home from terawih(muslim fasting month prayers-for the benefit of those whose not muslim...and those malays who don't recognise ISLAM...haha..abu..abu..)ok..so let's get back in line...it was around 1 am..and dude...my eyes are really performing tricks on me...i couldn't get them to dreamland...its as though...dreamland opens at 5am..and i couldn't get the keys to unlock the gates...so then again..my body's meek but my eyes are playing hide and seek...haha..so i rang my rugged peeps up...and we decided to slack the crack,chill grill,kill the bill,at tampines 24 7s coffee house...so i was thinking of having my Shahur(for those.....uh...figure it out yourself...i don't blog for translations...ahah..abu..abu..)
so i took my brother's motorcycle keys and drove off to our hotspot....so it was getting round 2.30,and my'taknak kalah' member...wanted  me to give him a lift...cos dude reality check...SBS only rub people's pockets till 12.30 that night..so i eventually...'man...teh tarik ikat satu...prata telur dua...bungkus..campor kuah...'.haha...abu..abu...haha..yah..again...for simplicity...i make up my mind to head back home to open fast...so there we are.....knocking an 80 off the freeway...'and he was like...wah abu bawak fierce uh'..haha...wait till u got a pinch out of the 'fierce' side of reality...so dude...i'm not cloaking u guys in secrecy no more....it was a eye-capturing accident...REAL abis....so here's the hook-up...i was passing my resindential area,and was awaiting to turn at the zebra crossing to head to bedok south when i got clinched...i was pulling off from the second lane..when a freaking taxi overtook me..i was dead impatient..and in reasonable terms....cari pasal...dude..i don't know...it was my obstination to the highest degree...i was repulsive and give the throttle a damaging press...so i cut the taxi out and made a turn..yeah dude...its sign.sealed,delivered,..a turn of faith....i was on 90....and i realize that my front wheels have been taken too wide to shift away from the road divider..u know...the black and white solid wall of stone...ooohh...so yah...it was freaking spontaneous dude..its not as if...i could stir something up to avoid it at that very moment....my motor's sensitivity has reach a high because of the killing speed...so i lost control of the throttle....and i could hear hafiz yelling...'eh bu..langar bu...langar bu.."...ya... it may sound hilarious by thought..but if you were in my shoes....u'll know how fossilizing it was...so here's the peak....my motor was running diagonally....it arguably collided with the barbaric divider..dude....for god's sake..if my mom was walking by and witness it....she would have fainted and been traumatised all her life...with special wishes to her fucked-up son that keeps getting in trouble....sorry Mum....so there i was flying......hey..hey...just for the update.....both sides of the road were a two laner,the type of roads that you see before going into the expressway.....so u can visualize how reasonably big they are...so back to the tale of the tape....i found myself flying...with the presence of the vehicle just beneath me....as i bumped into the edge of the second lane....and dragged all away across the first lane and into the sidewalks...yah...it was an appalling sight.....i was still aware of the surroundings when i was flying....and as i clashed with the road.....i was still conscious..but with exception to the fact that...i could feel the skin on both my hands peeling off as i was being dragged into the pavements....it was horendous.....but to Gods approval....i managed to stand back on both feet..and i turn to look at Hafiz..dude..he was on the curbs....yelling in pain...holding his knee...shouting'siol uh abu..rabak uh...sial uh kau..'...but at that instance..i couldn't attend to him....i wasn't even worried about mt physical condition...all i was getting around was the condition of the motor and thinking about taking this motorbike the fuck off from the public....yaeah dude....cos if there was any blue collar freaks combing around....than it breaks every chance of hope that i could pray for.....and dude...then agin...God spared me once more...i discovered that the motor was still mobile....the glass on the headlights have been smashed...the side mirrors broken..but the brakes and the engines still running....thank Gog..Thank God...so i was ignorant of my excruciating pain....and called out to my friend...'okay fiz..ko tahan dulu...aku park ini motor kat rumah aku...trus aku get back to kau'....yeah dude..these words could not be erased in my mind...its something that i'' remember throughout my life.....so yah....there was Abu...both hands showered with blog...both my pizza hut shirt and pants  torn and jagged....driving the vehicle with the rear number plates dented and crashed...all the way to my flat carpack....dude..it was terrible dude..if there was any police driving by..the chances of me being stopped was a million to one...haha...with the blood dripping  while i was riding....oohh...and so after placing the motorbike....without any bushing around..i walk back to check on Hafiz...it was then on that i took a look at my injuries...and i was saying...'alamak,rabak brother,....rabak..rabak...'... my skin was scrapped off on both hands...the bits and pieces of stone on the roads was sticking to my blood...part of the skin of both my palms were torn off and burned...due to the heat produced from the dragging effect....and a portion of my body was oozing...yeah dude...my shirt was torn but the it still manage to reached my skin.....and yah..back to second gear...before i could get back to my friend...he called me....(hay wait...i forgot..our handphones were not smashed..fortunately)...he said that he have boarded a taxi back home....so i feel some kind of relief and head back home....it was a total contrasting environment..as soon as i opened the door...everything seems so peacefuland placid.....my family was fast asleep...and i couldn't expect more with due respect considering my mental situation i was engaged in....i was buckled under pressure....so i took out a cigarette and went into the washroom to smoke....i was in a state of bewilderment and trauma...and looking at my physical state from the reflection of the mirroras i was smoking couldn't make it any worser..i was jammed..i was recalling wat jus happened....i was considering about having immediate medical atention but due..that would just settles things out the way i ain't hoping for....cos dude...even having a slight sore throat would mean 8 bucks into the cash register with antibiotics and some unreliable tablets prescribed by the fucking doctor.....so dude..i gotta do things the hard way...prepare for the best...haha...i opened the tap....the water was gushing out...so what's next Abu...haha..yeah u guys dug it all out....i place both my 'fierce' hands under the running water...dude...dude.....i was containing myself physically....if i was anywhere near the sea...dude..i would have shout my lungs,my gullets,my throat out....man....it was the most extreme measure of the word 'PAIN'....it was as id someone is burning your hands with a lighter for 10 seconds...dude..that was cold....aaarrgghhh...so soon after...i called Hafiz to check on him...and dude...of all the reasons to be absolutely solemn about things...i found myself laughing...so let me throw u guys a bone......Abu: Hafiz,ko amcam?ko pat ner skarang? Hafiz:aku kat hospital...bapak aku antar...  Abu:siol lar beb...sori uh...aku tak tau...macam maner bleh accident...rabak uh...aku skarang ngah pikir siol....ko amacam eh?....
Hafiz: sial ah Abu.....aku punye lutut macam konek siol.....   Abu:eh...abeh.....hahahahahahaha
Hafiz:hahaha...aku tak tau ah abu...aku rase muscle tear uh.....
Dude...it was freaking awful dude....it just tickled my funny bone somehow..the way he expresses those words...haha..fuck man...Yeah dude..i thinks that's enough of me to basically acknowledge u peeps with the plight i was in...so Hafiz landed in the hospital for two weeks...diagnosed with a dislocated knee cap and muscle tear and with minor burns on his hands....me..on the other...didn't consult any lab coat freaks...and decided to take things in my own hands...but with God's will...i could see my self recovering physically....with aid given by my dear Mum.....i could see the tears in her eyes...as she was knocking the sensesand apprising  me....dude..i really hold this one strong dude....u let your mom drop one tear from her eyes.....uve commited the biggest,the most horendous,the unforgiven SIN anyone could ever done.....im shaking my head right now dude....im really pissed-off with myself.....alrite dude....i'm gonna go get myself back on track...but not 'that' track.....hope to hear u guys out real soon....hope u drill this one in....life's a learning experience....roger and out.....

30TH SEPTEMBER,  6TH RAMADHAN,  2.40 A.M.----this day marks a memorable one when God spared Abu his life due to his gullible act...(kalau tidak beb...abu ishak tak cium hari raya 2006...)
PS: for those of you who thinks that you're more superior than the other...think again..cos life is an adjourning phase,not a one-horse race.Pandai-pandainya manusia Allah punye kuasa....atas gunung...masih ade langit.....haha...get that rite dude....till than...find your stand in life.....God Bless you.....to the highest level...haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-116024962652521307?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/116024962652521307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=116024962652521307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116024962652521307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/116024962652521307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/10/twist-of-faithnail-it.html' title='Twist of faith....Nail It.'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115711547168821638</id><published>2006-09-01T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T06:13:27.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrite dude....here's the thing....some of the rugged freaks out there have been questioning my blog authority....haha...they wanna see life through Abu's Dignity at Rp...so for simplicity...wat's a Tribute shout-out without some cold extras....so dude...i'm just gonna nail this shit through the posting of quick pics..flick..clicks...flips...PICK UP STICKS....A picture is worth a thousand words...haha..just fuelling the conspiracy theory..till then..enjoy...God IS Great.....360 degrees...WOOF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115711547168821638?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115711547168821638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115711547168821638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115711547168821638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115711547168821638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/09/alrite-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115678523875309275</id><published>2006-08-28T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T10:20:27.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much of a dispute,Its a Tribute...Part 2</title><content type='html'>Hey...wat's up soulmates...still finding your stand in life...?Forget it dude...it don't come around in small packages...believe me...so ensure that u peeps get rejoiced with those little heart-warming moments in life....cos if you miss....the snake's gonna hiss...sssss...haha...uh?what?hiss?...haha..sori dude..i'm feeling on a high nowadays...all those puffing and stuff...i think my lungs are climatised with those suffering...yeah...and...Guess what lungs?my pockets are too....i couldn't really find notes in my jeans anymore...maybe some holes exposing themselves....well maybe its due to the hefty coins fighting for a place in my pockets....aaarrgghh..forget it....so let's switch to second gear and get the story running...so speaking of moments...yeah the nostalgic ones...so peeps..u feelin me'....did i hooked u up with the..oohhh,,yeah..the Tribute!..yeah..dude...i would just like to shadow my appreciation to all u jagged loyalties who took time to basically peep my shit...haha...u guys really are a handful...so classically....without further a do...let me blow the whistle..and keep the ball rollin...Dig It!...Not much of a dispute...A Tribute.....Disc B

W26D!

Shamala:Siva!haha...man...arguably...Jason Mraz...tis shorty..is a geek in pink....wonder why she love this colour so much...my father's vomit is pink...the tip of my c#$k is pink...haha...and ya dude...she has a great fashion sense but dude..she has bad common sense...haha..i'm off-key rite now...but anyway..i've got to throw her some credits for the way she reacts to people...she's very conservative and well-mannered..with the likes of those propaganda imposed and those name-chanting ridicule that could even get Mr Bean pissed-off...haha...SIVA!..haha..stay positive dude..SIVA!


Suhaimi:Dude...to be lifelike dude..the first time i saw tis freak..i was like"hey..so where are u from?..Pulau Ubin..Tekong..Senoko Powerplant'..haha..dude.trust me..it isn't a bad thing dude...its just that...he looks unique..haha..i sound like a bapok rite now dude...forget it...lets just say he's...hmm...OFF-THE-HOOK...haha..and yeah dude..he's so KAKU sometimes...due to his individualistic personality..but then again..a apt person to befriend with...he got the brains...Holla!


Nanthini:dude...feel me dude...she got lungs of a Tophdyecsuuwjwijdfsaikio-saurus..haha...man..i think even Tarzan would have been retrenched long ago..if not for the contrast living environment...haha...this girl just wouldn't let a posted question get out of her way scot-free...no doubts about that...in contrary to that...she got what it takes to be a lifelong learner..don't u think...she certainly knows to curb interferences...and that's good jugglin'...all the best dude...kill those temperatures in you...


Nick:Nick!Nick...haha..my assistant...man...how can i forget this guy..he went through thick and thin with me...haha...fuck..one heck of a rugged Chinese freak Abu ishak had ever met in his life!..hahaha..man..tis world's so unpredictable..don't you think...for God's sake...if u were to know him during the first day of the semester..that's no surprise if you peeps were to regard him as jackass running a Attitude syndrome...that's totally reasonable dude..and guess what dude...i thought that he should be the one Stirring trouble with me someday...and guess what peeps....there We are Stirring coffee together at the kopitiam...laughing our cocks off..haha...son of a bitch...and just stay on hold on dude..here's one more thing...Nick!..ure hearin me'...haha..dude..we both...are encircled into the category of The World Worst Companions..haha..u freaks should have gotten an idea why....still no?.....then...Feel this Shit....
Class ended:
Ifad:Eh Abu,Nick...i go home first..got plans ar..wit my frens...i scared late...

Abu &amp; Nick:WAIT UH..we all packing alreadi...relax uh...for a while only....kancong uh beb...

Ifad:KK...best...i go see my friend at W26C...u all pack-up faster2 uh...i tight schedule....
Abu &amp; Nick: Ya lah...ya lah...want to game over alreadi.....fuck uh...see u outside..

After several minutes:

Ifad:Hello..hello....eh Nick....where u all?

Nick:I and Abu at the Agora...want to go home already....

Abu:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Nick:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Abu &amp;amp; Nick:HAHAHAHAHAHAHA


haha..dude...we're the worst friends God have ever created on earth dude....cos dude..whenever...we promised anyone....to wait for them OUTSIDE...just be prepared to walk home alone with the cheated look on your face....haha....u diggin me'...ok lets get frank...alrite Nick..i'm just gonna technically express my salutes for all those shit we created dude..be it..the shark that was in the kampong boat...the orang utan with wings...the fucker that sold his car to buy petrol...the passenger that board the bus and put colgate in the coin box..and got a tooth for a ticket...man tat was a big-time killer....my funny bones almost got themselves fractured...haha...alrite dude...Chap puey gi e e goh chap tuey si..bo lan tueh..e e liangkuai ho ho tue bo hap tian ilui sap bueh..goh chap gee...


Alrite people..there i've done it...another cold right-up Holla to my rugged mates that's just fresh in the nostalgic counter-parts of my memories...they won't rust...and get it rite..they won't fade...well...that's about it dude...i wanna fill this shit further..but nahh...its running late...just as my eyes won't wait..hope u dig my shit...till then...Life's an amazing experience....Rock and Roll....YEAH!.....roger and out...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115678523875309275?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115678523875309275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115678523875309275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115678523875309275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115678523875309275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-much-of-disputeits-tributepart-2.html' title='Not much of a dispute,Its a Tribute...Part 2'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115651739099226775</id><published>2006-08-25T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:36:46.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey..hey...so wat's the dig in...peeps...so i guess..i somehow manage to pull all the stops to all those unforeseen mind-over-body phenomena that i've been struggling with....Fuck!..so let's toss the coin into the jukebox and flip the track forward....haha..so guys...there we have it....a month of introspection for the jugglers and a pinch of solitude for the hectic saga....yeah sounds worthwhile to me..but just hang on dude...that's not quite the peak i'm climbing for...i'm not going around gabbing about my self-assigned preference schedule of the intend-TOs in this school vacation..forget it man...cos i know u rugged loyalties don't really give a shit...haha..rite?..nailed-it!..so dude..here's the thing...what's better than shooting a Reminisce bullet rite through my polyfreaks hearts dude..haha..u feelin me..W26D..haha..16 weeks..aargghh..16 weeks....pick up sticks...time never freeze..all that is left are memories...therefore dude..i'm just gonna elicite some due respect they deserve and deliver a cold shoutout to these prospective jackasses for basically livin' up to the odds...Holla!..till then dude...A Tribute...

W26D
Malcolm:The mother fucker that keep plans hanging and snaps at anyone who doesn't stick to it,eventhough they were untold and totally clueless...hahaha..kanina then say i Pang-sei...haha..

Ifad:The freak who's pubertal system got out-of-control and grew a goatee when he's only 2...haha...orang-utan in the making...but then again...u got a lion's heart in you...

Nurul:the one that makes me holla! to Tom Jones...haha..dude miracles do happen...i'm all thumbs with ur transition...stay on track dude...don't get encircled with what people say..cos tat's just gonna pull u down...get straight and u're on your way...

Shaf:the one that makes peace to the likes of everyone with her ability to fill the room with the aroma of Muslim Cuisine..haha..macam2 siol ko bawak...epok-epok..masalwadeh goreng...sandwich...seme Ain yang sebat...haha..one more thing..tis girl is gonna give the word'BGR' a whole new meaning if she got married..dude..for God's sake...4 years of prolong lovelife..and she's still kicking..dude...i'll bring the whole guerilla warfare to salute you at your wedding if God's will gives consent...Rugged!

Ain:yeah...besides all those munching ups..i think this girl is gonna run big-time...she's so ABC in hookin' up social relationships with people...there's no reason of surprise if one geek collect stamps on Monday and eating microphones(heavy metal)... on Tuesday....after tagging with her...hahaha..all the best dude...just don't get offensive and spill the beans...

Fareha:..haha...even typing the name makes me laugh..haha..i'm sori i called u psyhcotic freak..haha..u're a laughing machine that don't possess an 'OFF' or 'STOP' button...haha..even Jim Carrey would get knocked-down with your giggling stamina...but dude..i gotta give some claps for ur way of doing things..so perpectual and organised...hey..wait a minute..i still wouldn't rub this off my mind..
Mr Yap:So from ur group's FMT...What did u know?
Fareha:Today's problem is about Blood and Circulation....
Mr Yap:(face fuming with anger)
Abu:HAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....for God's sake...people have gone far into the worsheet and u're still deciphering the Title of today's problem..hahahaha...Fareha..fareha..

Ok dude..i wanna nail this shit further but dude...my stomach is calling for a time-out...i ain't gonna take my chances...so till then dude...i'm still gonna screw this Tribute in the next blog..so till then dude...take time to feel this shit...Holla at u peeps soon..Roger and Out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115651739099226775?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115651739099226775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115651739099226775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115651739099226775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115651739099226775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115607988071923821</id><published>2006-08-20T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T06:20:24.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Shit</title><content type='html'>Uh...uh...uh....let me break it down for you...so dig it...
Abu wanna nail this shit but he just couldn't kick it
His mind is going through a worldwind with pictures of girls tits
the look on his father's face was somehow giving him wits
or maybe its because he just lost 50 bucks in his gambling pit

So for now its time for Abu to take a break
He's gotta live for real but trust me he's not a fake
You gotta step-up to your and screw those stakes
cos Life is a piece of cake but only if you know how to bake....DONE!

Haha..just trying get myself on the run with some screwed-up ryhming..but dude..its not hookin' me well enough to basically drill this next blog right into your minds..i donno dude...i feel that i couldn't really held my head up high nowadays..c'mon God...summon me the ability to give my peeps some of those tidbits they deserve...alrite..dude..just stay on hold...i'm just gonna take some time to curb all these frequent drawbacks thats keeping me on the sidewalks..till then dude...hope to fire some mesmerizing bullets rite through your soul...im all thumbs with the way you peeps are feelin' me...but let's not jump the gun and say that Abu's going off-pitch..cos dude..he may just come around the blocks and kill u with some shit flicks....but for now..he's off...Rock and Roll....God is Great....certainly....HE saved me in 96'...PICK UP STICKS...roger and out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115607988071923821?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115607988071923821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115607988071923821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115607988071923821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115607988071923821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/08/quick-shit_20.html' title='Quick Shit'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115548823773070499</id><published>2006-08-13T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:25:08.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Courteous to a fault (Coming clean)</title><content type='html'>Put the fucking MIC  on!... MIC  is on…Abu’s on the run and he’s gonna nail this shit before the evening’s gone….YEAH!..Fat joe…. Holla!..if ya hear me!…that’s one for the ghetto.…haha…Alrite peeps…back to this copyright shit…S0..let’s take a look…Mid-August is just a few flips away from the pages of the calendar..and..dude.. what can be more intriguing than to the fact that your 1st semester is finally coming to a period…and you guys would practically acknowledge the subsequent follow-ups…Yeah everyone needs to have a little taste of solitude and lay your days in introspection..The School’s 2nd Vacation…there you have it…2 months….estimated 62 days…no alarm clock ringing to the likes of ur eardrums... no more
No fucked-up bus drivers yelling..'Move in...move in’...and for the icing on the cake…no more 4 hours of utter gazing-around....yeah.. with exception to the few hours that I was partly engaged in group discussions and presentations combined….well..ya...let’s generally categorized that on the side-orders and get straight to the main menu…Yeah!..so you freaks would be asking…well.. in one way or another..…'So Abu....or would i say..Ishak..ahhh..who really cares...haha...Wat’s ur intentions on prioritisation and putting this forthcoming school breakout to good use'..hmmm..let's see....maybe a couple of slacking around.…maybe earning some quick bucks…hmm…ok forget it...Lets don’t get all pumped-up and too futuristic and finally find youselves being on the wrong side of reality…if you got what I mean.…Okay....So....on the other hand…lets just reach for that remote and hit rewind…but don't worry dude…im just gonna have a brief flashback…..so..peeps.. Let us basically look into the social circle in which Abu was very much engaged in..haha..yeah..u peeps wouldn’t really beg to differ...it was simply off-the-hook…haha..yeah..cos' Abu would normally attempt to avoid getting himself reeled into an impersonal spot in the circle. In contrast to that…he's always rising to the bait and tend to get drawn into the core of things.... I’m not being self-oriented and declaring to be the main whistle-blower,but its just that i find it apparently hard to hold myself to a down-low...yeah…which definitely defeats the purpose of being in the circle...get it dude..?..don’t think much..you peeps would see it…haha..so frankly.. yeah…it was initially great...u know..mixing with friends that seems to be living in different directions across the compass…but dude…it don’t actually make up a big deal…yeah..when you discover that these freaks arguably share one thing in common...yeah.. one thing...LAUGHTER..and that’s all it takes to get..u know. Bedok,Ang Mo Kio,Bishan,West Coast,Woodlands and Jurong to come to a truce..haha..yeah..believe it..cos when you read up ‘the quick shit’ that I had posted earlier on..then u’ll get a rough picture of how this remedy technically applies to break u away from being in a so called 'ULU' environment….WORD….haha...so yeah..one more thing...apat from that.... to top it all up...when the term ‘Friendship’ appears into the limelight..Generally.. it would dictate the normal ongoing occurences..yeah..ups and downs…flips and folds..and all those clear-cut monikers… and the question is…..what if ..these shortcomings arises from an unreasonable cause..?..yeah I know…the word ’shortcoming’ says it all ..but dude...I could hardly come to grips to the fact that it comes around just because of some certainly unsatisfying reasonings….its not that much of a stretch.. but it could be the one and only shit that could undeniably spark it all off..trust me…'So Abu….Whats this shit that you’re referring to?..haha..i know dude…u peeps wanna have some kind of detailed comprehension ..but i'm sorry dude…due to some unforeseen circumstances..im just gonna hit the low-key…. im just gonna fine- tuned it a lil' bit…YEAH…so let us get to it..in my case..this 'cause' comes around with respect to this freaking newsmongers...dude..its really frustrating when u hear about them
and practically know what they are babbling about behind ur backs…..What are they thinking dude?What's on their minds?..trying to keep their jaws all warmed-up...and abhor the fact that their tale is just gonna resurface one day....and people will eventually get a glimpse of their true colors…C'mon man don't be too resistant…for goodness sake....GOD is great…yeah!..they you have it…in your face!...and you know u won’t fucking get away from the shit that you’re creating..
What’s their purpose in life dude…trying to live a lie…..yeah..like a Malay proverb states 'ular dua kepala’...Naahh..i think that’s too deafening... Let’s tone it down and use 'Sardines' instead..…yeah…in a tin.…So why become exotic newsmongers when u know it don’t provide any form
of consensus...Why interfere in people’s authority...when you can get that bloody mouth of urs shut and keep those comments to yourselves..…what’s ironic is that some of these ghosts encountered hangbacks themselves..but instead of finding the significant ways to go about facing them…they took a major detour and end up driving into people’s privacy…..haha…sounds hilarious for a second..….Fuck!..and to make matters worse. these gossiping delinquents ought to realize that they somehow got their sums all wrong..but to basically apologise and get things right..nahh..they rather exaggerate and get their story running on the line....haha..gasak uh…I’m not trying to pin-point it to anyone…it’s just that these fools are indirectly rubbing me the wrong way..and guess what dude….you creeps overstep your boundaries..and this pissed-off Mafia is just gonna rub it in your face..and I have a feeling.... that's the concise thing that’s gonna happen..haha..till then talebearers…watch your steps....cos i'm gonna make u slip...
Alrite..alrite...u peeps are running on a high trying to figure out why the heck Abu is revealing all this shit…Was it an intro or what?..haha... Yeah…I think its more of a review…whatever it is…let’s get it done and over with…So where were we?..let’s do some BLOG-AL round-up
Dig it?..haha..yeah..Lame...i don’t care..its my blog remember?..haha..and yah…I let-loose ¾ of story about my smoking experience i had in 1996..Pick up sticks…nailed it…so dude....don't feel disheartened… Cos' im gonna get your mood all set-up...to rake-out the other
quarter of that previous shit….okay..rugged peeps....let's get down to earth and be ready to feel this shit..haha..hopefully..u guys feel it..
Alrite Mr Low…lets swing that pendulum back into the direction of the story...haha..Yeah!..So like I said in the storyline..i was in a horrible state..…I was paralysed with fear.. I was fossilized…my mom was scaring the good out of me...and dude.. there's no possible chasm in the bathroom window where I could physically escape…yeah.. escape from REALITY...haha….so I started to cry….yeah..watever......wat do you expect from a 10-year-old kid like me..uh?...what...open the toilet and door and show my mum the middle-finger…yeah…u try it yourself ..and don’t blame anyone if u get a baby with 4 fingers on each hand after your marriage...it's neither a curse nor a superstition..it just sounds scary...haha..yeah..wat the fuck...
and with that..…I have no other capable options but to open the door..…oooohhhhh…guess what happe….hey...hey wait..just for the update ..I managed to somehow throw that cigarette stick out of the window for relative safety measures…Ok back to that....oooohhhh..guess what happened next….things are heating up…and believe me…it never gets colder..haha..dude..just when I open that fateful door of the toilet..the door that divides happiness and pain….haha..get it?..dude…you're the worst readers ever!..There you have it….. a fair-complexion lady with long curly hair...and portruding eyes filled with red bundled nerves staring at me straight in the eyes…haha..dude..once more..
No doubts about it....it was the face...the face of... DEATH..haha..…dude..it was a major blow..to the highest level…. I was also kind of shivering if memories serve me right..dude..to add salt to the wounds..she was shouting her throat out at me..'APE KAU BUAT!...
APE KO BUAT!..KO CAKAP!'...dude for God's sake..my heart was in my mouth and there's no way I could even mumble a word…. and predictably.. guess what loyal readers…there's no way is she gonna buy that either..and so.. upon hearing no response she grabbed a BAMBOO POLE... Let me reiterate that thing again....'BAMBOO POLE’..yes...that thing.. you use to dry your clothes on....yeah..i’m not faking it all out..…haha... she was treating it as a second-degree rattan and threaten to beat me with….at that point of time..i was crying simultaneously and shouting.. ‘TAKNAK MAK..TAKNAK'…..man it was torturing....even a cold-blooded mafia wouldn’t wanna mess with her…. she was like shoving the pole and forcing me to spit it out before she gets even more lethal..haha….’Cakap,Cakap’!....i was so traumatised by her resentment but finally something just came out from my mouth..i said something like..'Ishak bakar paper!’...haha..why the fuck are you burning paper in the toilet for Abu?..haha
I donno dude..it just blert out..and yah..sensibly... after that..my mum sort off make an exception and persisted me to open my mouth for further Autopsy...and dude..trust me...the moment she tried to sniff my breath…I see no reason if she would just poke that green pole right through my throat and hang me outside to make me undergo some kind of dehydration process...haha..tat’s possible..haha..and so..just as I thought
My life’s over....and everything will just lay in tatters..,.God equipped me with another lifeline…yeah..He’s Great....Fortunately...my mother somehow got hold of herself and cooled down..
Dude..miracles do happened..HAHA!..Tom Jones..!holla!..yeah..but still..i got let-off after a series of heart-choking stern warnings..haha.. dude..See the purpose of being the fourth child...haha..You will get some kind of sympathetic treatment... .yeah u do…Nailed-it...
Ok..peeps...there's still a question hanging by..if u notice...go figure out yourselves if u need to...
but for now...dude...u know how tormenting it is to basically get your eyes stuck to the LCD throughout these late hours..typing this shit..u gotta show me some dope man....alrite dude..tat's it...i'm gonna fight Myopia and take a refreshing look at the greeneries from my bedroom window...till then...the cat is  finally released completely from the bag..haha.. and im positive you guys got hooked-up with this shit..yeah..i hope my time's still not over...cos i still wanna blog like a bull-dozer..uh?..wat the fuck!..yeah..that one's cold...haha...Mic's Off....Peace out..Sky's the limits....God is Great...to the maximum....feel me...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115548823773070499?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115548823773070499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115548823773070499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115548823773070499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115548823773070499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/08/courteous-to-fault-coming-clean.html' title='Courteous to a fault (Coming clean)'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115511276952920729</id><published>2006-08-09T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:39:29.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Shit</title><content type='html'>Ok peeps....its time for some quick shit...haha...see dude..me and my polymates just wouldn't stop shitting up cock and bull stories..and believe me..that phrase says it all....alrite..so dude...i'm just gonna squeeze this one in..cos dude...i just couldn't see myself getting over it...out of all the L rated jokes we dug out....this one kills big-time...WORD....haha..i was basically laughing my lungs out at the kopitiam recently through the likes of my newly-declared west jackasses...Ifad,Malcolm,Suhaimi..and  my assistant Nick..haha..dude...it was one of my best laughter i ever had since 2006...PICK UP STICKS...in polytechnic i would say...haha...man it was a rippling hell...it even cost me half of my Dunhill stick...cos i spent the time laughing with this geeks...haha..yeah laughter is the best medicine...but i think i got around the limits and hit OVERDOSE...so peeps..since these freaks pestered me to unleash this story on my blog...im just gonna throw u guys a bone..so here's the story....haha...Lame...to the highest degree...trust me...it's no surprise if u guys don't feel it...haha..just hear me out...
The Story......
A man was enjoying his time watching the fireworks splitting the skies at the Singapore river.Then suddenly....one firework didn't turned out well and land towards the man and poke his throat.AAAARRGGGHHH!the man shouted...and he was struggling...he lost control of himself and fall into the river...the river then drifted him away to Batam...miraculously he survived the tragic accident....so upon reaching to Batam...he saw many maids malay dancing near the river..he was so captivated then he didn't realised he was near the road...then one oncoming construction cement truck bang his throat and sent him flying back to the river...the river sent him back to Singapore...he was still alive....he manage to lift himself up although his legs were dead-tired...soon it was raining thunderously...he was just about to climb over the canal...when one lightning stroke and poke through his thighs...he was in agony..he went tumbling back down to the river...unfortunately...there was a shark that had broken free from capture and end in the river..the man fought with the shark bravely..the shark bit off the man's left hand...and just as we though the man's life is over...he used his right hand to pull out the lightning that poke his thighs and use it to poke through the shark's throat..the shark fled away..
Finally,the man though it was all over..he went to the nearest kopitiam and ordered a steam boat shark's fin since he was dying of hunger....just as he thought everything is over..the waiter sent him a kampung boat with the shark that he had fought earlier on inside it...he then continued fighting with the shark to get its fin....he tried to stab the shark's throat with the fork but the shark bit off his head instead..he lost his sense of direction and end up on the road...he couldn't see that there was a construction cement truck with Mr Guru driving it and it bang his throat back to the river...he tried to swim with one hand but a second lightning poke through his right hand..he landed in Batam........no editing...no touch-ups...just a shit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115511276952920729?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115511276952920729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115511276952920729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115511276952920729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115511276952920729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/08/quick-shit.html' title='Quick Shit'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115487183354934400</id><published>2006-08-06T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T10:18:00.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on the Line</title><content type='html'>Testing...testing...test...1..2...testing 1..2....buckle my shoe....haha...Yeah...Abu's still living and he won't stop bloggin'....Dude...it certainly felt great having reviewed my 4 previous posts...haha..YEAH!....and i was like pondering...dude...who the fuck wrote this shit....haha...is it me?..man u're really digging this shit..haha?once more don't get me wrong...its not that i'm not being appreciative about my work...its just that i found it totally... OFF-THE-HEATS...haha..watever Abu...ahhhhhhh!...Alrite..okay...finally..we've tasted August...yeah.. about a week or so...and ya...when the term August arises...there's classically one thing that goes to mind....yeah..u know...those red and whites hanging from those walls of flats...free tickets promotions for full-time couch potatos...be it kids or foolish adults....trying to get these patriotic thunderbirds all geared up to witness Singapore's independence for the 41st year and counting after that contoversial separation from Malaysia...YEAH!...Malaysia Holla!...your cigarettes are still giving me a run for my money..no doubts about that..cos im still against a smoking diet..trust me...if Abu stops smoking...then maybe God starts smiling....huh?what God?what...smile?...hey..Abu...i thought u were a man of your word...where's the shit u promise...?..cos its about time to....
Okay..okay...just stay in line won't you...i'm just calling out for a short introduction...chill out dude...haha...
Alrite...lets get those eyes fixed on the LCD....cos u guys gonna see life through Abu's dignity...believe it..haha..i feel so LUDA CHRIS rite now...rhymes and stuff...alrite...hmmm..lets see...
Since i kind of promised to update u loyal freaks about my smoking modus operandi i pulled off in the fourth grade...let's get ambiguously started...Hey...Mr Dealer...let's roll that dice back to 1992...BUCKLE MY SHOE....hey wait...historical error...i mean 1996....PICK UP STICKS...hahaha...ok watever let us be pinned to the storyline...ok...so let me list down some of the jagged highlights u guys may need to take into account  before feelin this shit....
so...there was the faithful day..haha...my mom just picked me up from school...nobody's home...my siblings are away...to...who cares?haha...and ya...so i was feeling bored to the highest degree...no one to talk to...no one to fight with...even my pillows are all bashed-up...ya dude..i watch too much of wrestling...and dude...cartoons on TV kept sticking to the same episodes...trust me man i can subsequently follow up with their scripts..with exception to the likes of Conan,Doug and Author and all those that tickle my 10 years 0ld funny bones...haha...HEY PRODUCERS..where'd you all been to?..i still got a child boy in me...and trust me...at that moment of time...there wasn't even a glimpse of yellow square sponge running across the tv screen yelling...'i'm ready..i'm ready..'so Mr Spongebob..u still a got a lot to learn about showbiz..haha...
Ok...so like i said...i was basically living in rather TRADEMARK uneasy enviroment..let me re-decipher the term...TRADEMARK...ya....where the scorching sun is smiling at you..its around 2 in the afternoon..and for the cream of the crop...Karung guni man walking along the parking lot with his newspaper trolley and pressing those horns that produces these cool yet pungent sounds...yeah...dude..that's it...the sound of boredom...get it?..yeah.. watever.. slow pokes....haha...i kind of actually appreciate its purpose in nature...u know...maybe form part and parcel of our local enviroment...but ever since these malay MATS or would i say MUDS...start getting them fixed into their Filipino maids' bicycles..i got fucked-up and start criticising their existence...and dude..whenever...these freaks start using them against me when im walking on the five-foots...dude...SHIT...i feel like pulling those immuned ears of theirs and shout the fuck out of my lungs right into their innocent eardrums..yeah...and that should be around 200HZ in frequency...enough to ensure they get an F for their listening compres..FUCK..
Hey..hey.. Abu...give those guys a break..will you?why are u still trippin' over the extras...?where's the fucking story?dude..you're piling up my patience level..it won't get down unless u spit the story out...haha...OK that's it....i had enough..lets be focused...alrite peeps...don't you dare touch that mouse...cos dude..im about to bring down the house..haha..ooohhh...HEY 50, u think i deserve a shot at rhyming....u feelin me'..haha..dude the fact that this thug had been shot nine times..NINE TIMES...bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!...and he still rappin' and pimpin' in da club...dude..even a cat can't handle that...haha..maybe sometime soon...if a sunami were to hit their heartlands..and there's no way any one could escape these massive disaster...it would be of no surprise....if 50 cent was the only one floating....hahahahaha...Holla at ya'll!..dude...U're still the same O.G.....haha...
alrite people let's be serious..now back to the main shit...so...to top it all up...my stomach was feeling kind of empty...and i proceed to the kitchen to dig out some junk to kill my hunger...so i ransacked the whole kitchen and and make it look as though it was a shopping complex...hoping to find..u know..packets containing biscuits...so that i could dip them into hot coffee..ooh sounds appetizing...and ya..guess what people..when the word 'packets' comes around...u peeps should have gotten a rough idea of what Abu have discovered instead...yeah...u guys are not that blockheaded anyways...haha...so there it was..in the cabinet..2 stacks of 12...red-hot Dunhills staring at me....haha..dude...it seems as though Satan is trying his luck on me...and predictably...he won me on this one....argh!...so i was like wondering..hey...since there's no food in sight...maybe some smoke diffused can somehow..u know... cover those spaces in my stomach..yeah..say what u want.. freaks.....cos i still find it reasonable enough for a primary four kid to have that sort of conclusion....yeah..yeah..watever..at least i know that puffing was involved....for all i know if you creeps were to be in my shoes...i wouldn't be amused if i envisaged you chewing and sucking them like its some kind of lollipop...dude...don't fake it..i know so...haha..alrite forget it...now back to the scene or i would i say SIN..haha...ok...so like i said before...i was hyper curious then...so my eagerness was way beyond my own control....that's where drawbacks kept emerging out of the blue...
so i peeped and checked upon my mom to see what's shes doing...and ya...she's still chit-chatting with her friends over the phone..and don't worry...she hates gossiping...I love u MOM...and when she's stuck on the phone..it generally means one thing...and that is..FREEDOM...for a couple of minutes or so...cos she wouldn't really be interested into what i was doing....so ABU..?How did you use those minutes of freedom?..Yeah...can argue with that...dude...that's the million dollar question...haha...its way much easier to be a goblin rather than a spiderman...if you know what i mean...and guess what peeps...i was hooked even before i started  smoking..haha...get the picture?ok...lets get downright...so i apparently went back to the kitchen ...and cautiously grab one pack of cigarette..yeah..my heart was kind of  3 beats per second...and i was kind of perspiring..hey wait..maybe it was the weather...ahhh...who really cares...haha...ok...so after that successful hit and run..i sneaked into the toilet...to finally smoke my food..haha...it was SENSATIONAL..haha...the smoke...the first taste of the butt...and trust me dude..it may sound unrealistic but what's ironic was that..i didn't even cough after those first few puffs..dude.. i'm not saying that i'm a 'BORN to smoke' material kind of punk...but i certainly feel  honoured to avoid  those natural occurences from happening...cos if u were to witness one of my rugged jackasses attempting to develop that habit..dude...then u'll understand why smokers tend to spit....dude..after taking his first puff..man..he was coughing throughout and here's the part...he threw-up....pls get it right..he wasn't puking...as in vomit..but dude...it was his flem...dude..try figuring out how heavy was that...throwing-up flem thats within the size of an ordinary vomit...dude...i think Satan was also disgusted when he saw that one coming...haha...alrite..why am i suddenly babbling about these things..fuck!
Alrite..okay..lets flip the page back to the story....so yeah..i was puffing away in the washroom...with the sliding doors locked...and being very responsive of the noises around me...apart from that...i was even talking to myself in the mirror...impersonating to be one of the many 'WAKS' that i see under my block...yeah..i find them kind of cool...trademark sitting positions..those laughter..haha...i guess i'm just gonna find myself fitting into  those lifestyles when time serves me right...haha...
ok...so like what  i was describing..i was basically feelin' HEAVEN on earth in the toilet...resting my butt on the cistern and trying my best to hold on to the bitter taste of the cigarette...and just as i thought that i was gonna be able to finish that stick right to the end of its filter.....dude..u know what's next...HELL break loose...things just could get any better at once...MY mum was knocking her resentment out of the door...and dude...sometimes...listening is believing...she was yelling..'ISHAK!BUKAK PINTU SKARANG!KAU SIAP!'.....siap?i know that word...it got bad news written all over it....haha...siap to DIE....haha..dude...try imagining the plight Abu's in...man...i got knocked for six...i stood rooted to the spot....i can't run and i practically can't hide....So Abu,what your next move...how do you respond?....alrite dude...count me out..i'm not buying your questions no more...let's be obdurate for once and keep those suspense running...hey c'mon man...give me a break...u gotta show me some love for at least revealing 3/4 of the cat out of the bag....u diggin' it....haha....
Alrite dude...tis sums up my shit this time round...my eyes are expecting me to turn the lights off....and i'm not putting them into jeopardy...haha...till then..hope u peeps buy my shit.....i will keep on shining....only until i stop livin'...YEAH!....just one for the record...Peace out...3 words...God is Great...to the highest level....make it 5 dude....to be continued.....yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115487183354934400?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115487183354934400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115487183354934400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115487183354934400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115487183354934400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/08/living-on-line.html' title='Living on the Line'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115426433842639360</id><published>2006-07-30T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T07:16:27.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's keep the ball rollin'</title><content type='html'>Hey…wat’s up WATS UP!!…..arriba arriba andre andre…astala amigos ek karamba.….haha…I know..i
I know…I promised myself that I was keeping my hands off tis blog stuff till August but dude..hang on tight...wats
Better than carving a smile to all the faces of my rugged peeps out there…well hopefully i do…and yeah with a cigarette stick on my lips while writing....

I'm shakespeare in the making…haha.. yeah..does he smoke dude..?..yeah..watever it is...he's so Muhammad Ali in writing..u can't argue with that....Alrite people lets get back to this shit..…hmmm..Ok... lets recall what we've talked about in the recent blog…
Basically…yah..the girls dressing up…their expectations of a man…the girl with those bonding green veins..haha..yah..i wonder how she’s doing rite now...
Well maybe she’s gone to YUN NAM hair care to seek help to....u know grow some hair on her thighs..to cover up her ‘SINS’..HAHA..dude.. Why am I being so utterly sarcastic..haha..Fuck!
Watever it is…I’m wishing her all the best in life…HOLLA at YA!..ok…alrite lets get serious...so wat can Abu be writing about.. in this next blog…hmm..im also kind of dumbfounded rite now
But watever dude…im just gonna nail it..YEAH!…so since we talked about the possible expectations of a women towards a man,why don’t we essentially flip the hourglass around…

Yeah.. lets find out...So..According to the grapevine..wat do men seemingly seek from a woman….er..attention..
honesty…pleasure…arrrgh…ok dude…once again…we should just forget it..in this messed-up generation…no one really cares…haha..alrite2.. so Abu
What’s it gonna be like then?is it gonna end here?hey wait a sec…dude…don’t feel dissatisfied…Abu’s full of shit…im gonna ensure that I make ur time reading wothwhile…
So just sit back..relax....be ready... cos im gonna pull u back to 1993….haha..wat do u mean…?don wori.. im just giving it a shot at rhyming..haha...ya I know it sucks…haha
Ok….lets get started…so I was recently browsing through my photo album containing pictures when I was in kindergarten..trust me dude…I was way more hotter than what i look now..haha
And ya…reviewing them brings me back to memory lane…the lane that keeps leading to the wrong turn..haha..wanna to know more?yeah…u sure do.. dude…lets reminisce Abu’s
Flips and folds during the days where a water bottle is still being worn around his neck when he goes to school..haha..figure it out yet.?..yeah..so lets keep the ball rolling...

Ok…so just to share some details about my family..lm the youngest of my three siblings…yah..it feels so good..haha..cos it only meant one thing…im the MANJA one..haha..
well at that point of time particularly..and so.. I often get I what i demand..and arguably that’s the main reason behind all those fights I had with my brother..haha..we fought almost everyday…he just wouldn’t recognise reality...
Fandi..fandi…haha.. enough of that..now let’s get back…so being the manja one…I was apparently the most willful son in the family..cos im convinced I’ll get away with everything…ya...makes sense..
so I was considered the...Wat my sister would refer as ‘dajal’(smiling devil) in the family…haha..khadijah..khadijah..sampai hati ko panggil adik ko gitu..ahaha…and for your information..during those sweet years…adding to that.. I could
still remember what my mom’s friends calls me whenever she walked me to school…and one of them  would go like”eh wah Mike tyson muke boring je nari,gaduh ngan abang eh..?..haha..Mike Tyson..haha..cos whenever u look at my
Eye.. u will noticed tis bulge around my eyebag area..it looks as if its swollen..but its natural...kind of scary..at that time...i guess when my mom’s pregnant,my dad watch too much boxing...so ‘dajal’ and ‘mike tyson’….oohhhh..picture perfect combination…woohoo...

Haha..ok.. so what could Abu have particularly done to be the notorious one in the family…yeah…ok…im not gonna beat around the bush anymore,,,so lets us have a look at an incident in the criminal diary of Abu Ishak...in the family...
In his childhood..YEAH!
So it was during my primary 4 days..precisely in the year 1996..pick up sticks..haha…when I was proactively curious about things…like a cat..and trust me it nearly...it nearly killed me..
So here’s the storyline…my father’s a hardcore smoker…yeah big..time…
…and so he would normally buy..u know..cartons of cigarette and stack them in cabinet located in the kitchen above the fridge...yeah..get it right..'Cartons'..more than a dozen of them.to be accurate...'cos dude..if u were to compare their prices back in 1996 and now...then u'll understand why Singapore's regarded as a developed country..ya sounds off-pitch..but maybe i'm not faking it out..haha...alrite...so..like what i was trying to say...my dad's an official no-holds barred,ruthless smoking machine..haha..and dude..if u were to examine his teeth...u'll somehow acknowledge a barbeque pit...haha..imagine that..that's one for the taking....yeah...all those bits of charcoal...slit in between those teeth...those pink gums that ought to be overburned...haha..and the firestarter..i think its him...himself...ill-tempered Mr Dunhill...and ya...for some side ala carte...Tat's his trademark preference for cigarettes...Fucking $12.00 per pack...and he's chilling with the OTs....
Nevertheless,i assume he really puts his teeth to good use...yeah..when it comes to FORCING Abu to appreciate them..haha...dude..trust me..u'll get it...cos whenever he offers me his partially bitten-of epok-epok while im watching TV and he freaking know that running away into someplace safe wasn't much of what was in Abu's list of options....he wouldn't basically take 'taknak uh Aba..dah kenyang..' as an answer....ya tats classically true...u know how excruciating it was....haha..when u look into the filling of the epok-epok,and you'd been pondering...'dude,is that really potato cubes...or one of his....his tooth?..haha...figure it out yet..?...arrggghhh..u can visualize how nasty they are...and one more thing...to add coal to the fire....when time bonds us together..and he persisted me to have dinner with him..only one thing..and i mean one fucking thing...goes in mind...'Aba...pls don't cough...pls.pls.....GOD helped me..'...haha..and like what u peeps would have expected...it just couldn't get any worser...statistics show that out of 5 dinners i had with him...only 2 came out clean..haha...i wonder what happened to the other three..haha...let's just be optismistic...alrite...

Hold on....i still got one more issue to..u know..kind of resolve...Speaking about eating...have u ever ate with someone and subsequently observes how he/she eats...?..to be concise..its not into how he/she handles the food...but more to how they process the food in their mouths...cos to be lifelike..i really find it sort of disgusting..when u know..have someone who eats like as if they are chewing gum...and in one way or another produces these sounds...that dude...impersonates a lizard... i'm sori but i just get easily pissed-off...dude....i feel like reaching out for a Shieldtox or Baygon and spraying all over their faces dude...since u like to imitate a lizard so much..i might as well treat u like one...haha..get it?haha...?Hey....hey Abu..could u just reel back that fishing line...wats up with these stories?..you're supposed to explain what happened when u're in primary four..remember?why are u talking about your father's teeth..for God sake...that's ure own father dude...?haha..alrite dude...im just kind of laying out his cons..haha..ya..but im positive his pros far outdo them..yeah...haha..Holla!..dad..yeah...i will still pondering whether it will be another 'like father,like son' issue..his teeth...watever it is i'll add Dynamo into my colgate..dude...haha..so maybe everthing that comes out from my mouth turn out clean...hahhaha..get the picture....clean?..no vulgar?..dude u guys are slow...haha.....Ok...ok...let's pull back to second gear..and go back from where we started...haha...and so like what i was trying to say...hey...hold on a sec....im SORI....but i think i've said just about enough..haha...alrite dude...i'll ensure i deliver u peeps my 1996 smoking experience in the next blog....u have my word tis time....it's deep shit..ya it was...but for now...im gonna dine in with my dad for dinner...haha...till then dude...hope u peeps feel this shit...life is good...smoking's not...true...3 words...Roger and Out...and ya God is Great....to the highest level....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115426433842639360?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115426433842639360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115426433842639360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115426433842639360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115426433842639360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/07/lets-keep-ball-rollin.html' title='Let&apos;s keep the ball rollin&apos;'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115397474738373811</id><published>2006-07-26T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:32:27.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Shit</title><content type='html'>holla!dude...it just couldn't get any better...u guys are really strumming a appreciative chord in me....all the shout-outs i receive,all those downright comments i get...dude u peeps are totally killing me..haha..i donno dude..are u people just pulling my leg or just plain rugged loyalties..haha..alrite dude...keep your momentum running,cos u won't even see it coming..haha..sounds sensible..yeah...and ya one more thing...pls don't make those comments look like demands,haha..dude..ure giving me pressure...but in a positive way...ok guys...thanks again for those remarkable stuff u give me..and i hope i still got some more time to shine before its finally over...haha...till then....hope to reach out to u peeps some time soon...August i guess...yeah...alrite...Roger and out...God is Great.....totally..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115397474738373811?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115397474738373811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115397474738373811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115397474738373811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115397474738373811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/07/quick-shit.html' title='Quick Shit'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115346236146796996</id><published>2006-07-20T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:46:52.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls,girls and girls(Finale)</title><content type='html'>Hey....wats up,wats UP!...yeah dude...its beeen awhile since we met...haha...alrite...lets get down to earth...once again..i would like to show my appreciation to all u peeps who just wouldn't get over tis whole 'Seeing Life Through Abu's Dignity' thing....haha..it certainly feels great having receive good comments when you are trying ur very best to write impressive blogs....and guess what..even my Rugged jackasses are giving me the thumbs up...haha..yeah after much criticism i get from them...haha...that's what friends are for..rite?..well...before i continue with this next blog...i just wanna send the record straight...after having written two blogs thus far...i peculiarly receive commendable comments upon my good command in English..well that's good and motivating..but see....i don't reali look into it when writing but it seems to be the major concern of what they would like to call 'Blog content'...so i was particularly aware of that...Was it reali tat good dude...?..look im not eating the humble pie but its way beyond my initial purpose...well of course i got to be faking if i were to say everything i write is at my fingertips...every blogger should try to..u know...pick the appropriate choice of words just to create interest for the readers....ya...thats perceptibly true...and so i would surpress the fact that im writing for the purpose of reaching out,not throwing out...i mean in terms of bombastic words that could even get Albert Einstein on his knees..haha...cos for all u know some bloggers might be writing with a dictionary rite beside them...even trying to find an alternative for the word 'the'..haha..imagine that...So once more, i am glad i get positive responses from these supportive freaks about my English,cos whenever i speak verbally..its more fucked-up than what it may seem...believe me...ok dude...what's with these babbling and stuff...skip tis shit...where's the 2nd part on girls...ure freaking wasting time.....haha...ok dude...just lay back....'cos im about to break the ice...YEAH!
So..hmmm...secondary school lovelife...how do i go about describing them...hmm....OK IM SORI...lets just forget it...if i were to talk about them..then i have to create a PART 3...so i think its better to keep it at 2....aite...alrite..lets get straightforward and look into the core of the topic...Let me highlight some major occurences that may indirectly aid me in understanding girls better...ok...lets see...what makes a guy so different from a girl?..u know socially....ok dude forget the 'boys have penis,girls have vagina' thing....im totally over and done with that shit and fuck there was a time when i watch 'Gurmit Small Talk' and i hear tis 5-6 years old freaks saying that...i find it fucking lame...these producers are trying to make them look cute but dude..in the same instance..they abhor the fact that tis kids are spoilt brats in the making...haha...so screwed-up....Ok enough of that...now...why don't we look into the concepts in which we tend to be engaged in...How about dressing-up?sounds good?alrite lets do further analysis...hmm...yeah..girls dressing up?dude..that should be the main reason they're on earth don ya think...?haha...no girls...no fashion...yeah..makes perfect sense...but how do they get over this fashion thing in school....u know the fact that school have rules...but they just wanna get around them and be cool...so lets take a look....Its always been a universal tradition that men get attracted to women..but i wonder how much dressing-up may influence the possible outcome of those captivation...that explains the reason why school uniforms could be seen as a blessing in disguise in school...for example:skirts....u know some girls are born with really appealing figures..u know like the hand gesture men used to make accompanied by the sound..vase-shaped and ooooooooooohhh..don worry u'll get it....haha...and they arguably look hot dude...tat's great...but on the other hand...i don't quite understand the concept behind the folding of skirts,getting it tight-fixed and stuff like that...Wats up with that dude...and whats more muddling is that some of these girls are exposing their best of their worst...haha...this applies to...u know girls who are not 'hot material' but are attempting to be one...don get me wrong dude... im not dropping criticising bombs on them..im actually being direct and clarifying my views from my observance....why force urself to be the person u can't principally be...just be urselfs dude...what's wrong wit that...true..
its sometimes turn out to be amusing at times dude...u know...some of these girls seemed to be brazen to the highest degree...i could still recall one incident when i spot a girl who satisfies just the statement above...dude..i think i might be insulting God's creation but since im giving an example...i might as well say it....so dude tis girl was like wearing an exteremly tight uniform which seems as if even an ant could suffocate hiking through her body...haha..dude it may sound exaggerated..but wat if its true....?HAHA..and one more thing...like i mention...she was wearing a skirt that ought to be folded and dude...it seems as though a little whisper from the wind and guess what...Hello Panties!...haha...hold on dude...what's worse is that her legs was like....U guys have no idea...... ok dude here's the part...her legs was like....ok wait..let me put it this way....her legs and THIGHS were like undergoing unstoppable chicken pox dude...haha it was amusingly disgusting dude....there was like a couple of green veins interacting with one another...and these poxs were like incompletely peeled-off and kind of bloody and ....forget it dude...im trying to swallow all my saliva while im typing these....So what is that dude..?what was on her mind dude..?a form of attraction...kk lets us be somehow optimistic...maybe she's looking for a boy who could approach her personally and u know offer her some kind of remedy for her problem(the pox and stuff)...haha..get it?ok im frank, im not being affrontive cause i know everybody deserves the right to do what they wanna do..but dude..till that extent where the word dignity comes in..?hopefully not....haha..alrite dude...forget that shit....ironically i'm more interested into knowing what a women really expects from a man rather than how they could attract them(well in that case,it apparently doesn't...haha...i guess..)...so basically i'm still bewildered..its still kind of a mystery to resolve...so how do i get a clue...?hmmm...eh wait...i know...like people say... nothing is better than being with the close ones...yeah...so why don't i give it a shot...maybe it may turn out fruitful...haha..alrite dude...let's do a mini survey with my family members...let's see what they have in mind....
First-up my SIS:

Abu:So Jah,being of the same gender...what do you think women really expects from a man...?

Sis:Makkkkkkkkk!...Ishak dah start berbual bukan2....die masuk poly dah start gatal...tebiat....


Abu:dude...so much for being 22...what's with that screaming and stuff....fuck!
Ok..let's forget about her...why don't we ask the sole-bread winner of the family..my DAD!...

Abu:So Aba,basically what do you think a women needs from a man..?macam expectations uh..?
Dad:Eh Ishak...ko dah sembahyang Asar belum?

Abu:(running away into somewhere safe)


Abu:dude..was he listening..?haha...that question of his...remains golden..haha..if you know wat i mean..
Arrhhh....alrite dude...2 down 1 to go..well... since both my bros are answering the call of Duty...JAWAP!

Last but not least..my mum...c'mon man...gimme sumthing...for god sake...heavens' beneath ur feet..haha...yeah!

Abu:Mak...

Mum:Ape....
Abu:Hahaha..
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Mum:Ape lah...ko sakit eh?

Abu:Hahahahaha...ishak nak tanye sikit...ape agaknye women expect btul2 from a man?hati ke,cara berbual ke..?

Mum:Love,care and concern...tapi kalau ko nak kahwin dengan perangai ko gini..aku rase bini ko terjun diri trus..
.
Abu:hahaha....alrite dude...cut the part after concern...ahaha..see dude..there's no one else as important as a mother...finally a valid response from the household...yeah...!

Ok dude...that wraps up my blog tis time round...the mystery is solved..haha..in one way or another....yeah..hope u guys enjoy this shit..till then...hope to meet ya'll soon...trust me...i'll ensure the next following blog will be absolutely off-the-hook...till then...Life's is good....Roger and Out...God is Great...YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115346236146796996?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115346236146796996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115346236146796996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115346236146796996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115346236146796996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/07/girlsgirls-and-girlsfinale.html' title='Girls,girls and girls(Finale)'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115311695721880168</id><published>2006-07-16T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:49:59.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls,girls and girls.</title><content type='html'>Yeahhh! Guess what..people…Abu’s back with a vengeance…haha…alrite..i wouldn’t be
to excited to write this next blog if it wasn’t for the overwhelming response i get from my
Fellow dedicated readers..haha..holla! I personally appreciate ur efforts to read my blog...and it was all I need to boost my interest to continue writing…yeah..u guys rock my socks...
So...just for some housekeeping...u all be pondering what can be Abu be writing about girls…HOT ones…HORNY Ones..BITCHY ones…alrite peeps…forget it…tis isn’t a blog to bring about sexual Excitement to u people...haha…its my blog..remember?seeing life through Abu’s dignity.. so pls contain yourselves ...Alrite…lets tidy up…let's us look at how life works for Abu since his first cry and how well he have step-up to enchanced his love life…(f.y.i. I didn’t manage to do it..haha..life's harder that it seems...for me particularly.. )
PRIMARY SCHOOL DAYS:
Yeah..it was awesome…never felt better thinking about it…all the ups and downs..the teachers.. the girls..the valentine..the fucked-up field,the canning....haha..alrite guys....
…im just bringing in some suspense…but i know i didn't..haha…anyways... im gonna break it rite about now…
So basically…to be lifelike and frank…I happen to be one of the popular guys in school…
Ya…u guys would be saying..’Ya rite….watever Abu…’..yeah.. I know.. Its hard to handle the
Truth..hahahahaha…get it?..haha…ok..back to the nostalgia…I was ought to be one of
the school’s fastest sprinter….yeah…thanks to the genes brought down from my mother to me…God bless u mum..
And of course thanks to God I was born…haha…it felt reali great..u know…getting to bring back
Trophies every single year at the annual Sports Day...putting them on the wardrobe with a huge grin on my face..showboasting them to my cousins during Hari Raya...YEAH!
Haha….so tats should be the one of the reason for my eminence…well…practically..
I even got an alter ego named after an animal given by my schoolmates..….so.. try to guess….c’mon man forget the Alladin monkey named Abu…haha ...Kurang ajar btul…haha…it was CHEETAH!!…yeah..see how much these people respect my speciality..haha alrite….i really miss them a lot…those cheers they give me…life was good….Mafia ape….and ya I was also kind of a bad boy in school… it may seem contradicting but yet apparent..since I was very much known..i was the frontman of the throng...the throng of death…haha…RUGGED! So u know…I often got into disputes and fights…all that rattan canning on the butt and stuff…it was painful on that moment..but sweet in my memories…haha..and whenever my i got a called-up from school...tis is the what i get...
Ishak..ishak…ape nak jadi ngan kau ni…(my mum used to tell me this)..haha..i find it cute..but i know she's dissapointed in me....yeah.…Eh wait a minute…whats with these stories..?
Where’s the part on girls…?..alrite dude..hang on…im just reminscing those times..ok…now lets get to the part…GIRLS!….can’t
imagine living about them…haha…I respect them a lot…yeah..i reali do…so FUCK to the all those cold-blooded husbands who are abusing your wives…they are not punching bags...So FUCK to all those sugar daddies and pimps who are encouraging young teens to promote their bodies for money...these women got dignity... So FUCK to all those son of a bitches who have raped and made innocent young girls lose their virginity….see dude tis world is really running through
A worldwind and these mother fuckers are just making things happen…im sori…but no laughs for now…. Cos whenever I watch Oprah Winfrey's talk shows...and it was spot on to be about sexual abuse..it really pissed me off…whenever I hear about a dad raping his own daughter
Whose only 4 or 5….(fuck im even frowning while im typing this)…and they give really ridiculous and really fucked-up reasons just to support their claim..
Take for example like one fucker who said’I WANT TO TEACH HER SEX EDUCATION’….dude..dude..if I was the judge..instead of knocking the hammer on the table…I would blatantly throw that thing right into his throat dude…or knock his cock blunt till theres nothing popping out…rite...now im smiling…those claims are totally crap dude..don't ya think..yeah...ok let's get over my frustration...and back to my primary love experience...hehe..
ok..let's see...honestly..i was a total geek whenever im around girls..i can't explain why but it seems that i just can't get the boldness that i have expected to have somehow when im talking to them..i just can't have a constant eye contact and it feels so awkward because i couldn't have a solid conversation with them most of the time...dude...i donno dude...is it some kind of phoebia or wat...fuck...Nevetherless...i fell for a girl in school...to be precise in my class i would say...yeah her facial appearance's still fresh in my mind.....decent-looking...fair complexion.(she's a chinese,but convert into a muslim)..yeah tats totally cool...she has long silky hair..and was taller than me at that time...haha..i'll hate her for that...so Abu..how did u go about reeling her in...dude like i said ...i was a shy freak at that time and found it hard to just make my move on her..but though i felt really comfortable whenever im around her because..dude..we were classmates..we crack jokes most of the time and there was no reason why we couldn't get along well...haha but then again..to get serious..was more of what i can think off...so everything seems to be as usual as days went by..i still kept my feelings a secret and not expressing them....UNTIL....Valentine's Day arrives..hahah..oooh...so what could have happen on valentine's day...?Did Abu turned brazen and try his luck at love...???Im not being unreasonable here but...believe me..it was more than what u guys would have expected...so fasten ur seatbelts...cos LOVE's gonna take its flight...alrite...let's get downright..so as per normal...i settled down in class and got ready for the first lesson of the day to start on Valentine's Day..it wasn't much of a big issue but..u know..love was in the air...and cheeky boys may give love a shot...who knows?Love is unpredictable...haha..so then again i was getting prepared so i was like taking out my books and stuff and placing them under my table...u know the metal grills where lame geeks used to hang their water bottles...Then SUDDENLY..I SPOT a valentine's day card equipped with a ROSE!!..underneath the table....HAHAHA...fuyo...Abu...wat was is all about...Wats written in the card????well..sori...u guys shouldn't really skip the part where the question states...Did u open the card?...haha..
guess wat i did...

Abu:Teacher,somebody left a valentine card and a rose under my table... (baffled)
Teacher:oh really..did u check who was it from..?(surprised and smiling)

From that moment...dude...i feel as though ive lost my purpose in life....shit...wat was i thinking dude...fuck i was basically one of the most stupidest person God have ever created dude....and not suprisingly..the whole class was teasing me...WAH ABU GOT VALENTINE UH...WHO ARE?OF COURSE CHIO BU ONE UH...fuck i was blushing like hell dude..and the whole class was pestering me to open it on that very moment... i was feeling damn embarrased that i ask permission from the teacher to go to the washroom where i brought that card along with me... the rose gotta stay anyway...
and just as i thought privacy would bring me any good..it didn't...try figuring it out who was it from....haha..dude Its from the Girl!!!!!The girl that i have always admire all this while feel the same way i do...hahaha...dude...i was in mixed feelings..but it seems as though there was a ray of light shining from the ceiling of the toilet..haha...dude...i felt overjoyed...but in the same time pissed-off with myself...how could i make her look bad..dude..she was trying her best to keep it as romantic as possible..but look what happened..ABU totally blew it all up...shit.....but let's be optimistic and lets look on the other side...i was fortunate to have love on my side..and finally..we live happily ever after..ahah...about a year or so...due to unforeseen cicumstances...haha...but of course i apologise to her for making a fool of myself....silly me..Alrite...yeah...so generally the lesson that needs to be learnt is that...don't be afraid of REJECTION...both sexes are humans and it's completely unwrong to develop feelings towards one another..Cos u don't know what u got till its gone...well in my case its totally true...YAHOO!...miss u a lot dude ...yeah...ok.....well theres a lot more i wanna write about my lovelife... but c'mon man..there's enough shit to last for a week...till then...hope to hear ur comments...god bless u..roger and out...LIFE'S BEAUTIFUL...to be continued.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115311695721880168?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115311695721880168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115311695721880168' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115311695721880168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115311695721880168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/07/girlsgirls-and-girls.html' title='Girls,girls and girls.'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30625467.post-115199552955443378</id><published>2006-07-03T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:12:35.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nostalgic Childhood</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered why life seems to be unfair at times?Ever thought about why life don't turn out the way u want it to be?Wanna know exactly how life works?HAHA...Read on and hopefully u can find and grab some constructive tips to maybe change your concept of doing things.

I was born on the 21st of March in the year of the dragon(well according to the chinese calendar)thanks to the effort done by my parents to get a fourth and of course with God's Will.Being born on that day would mean one thing,and that is being a pro-Aries.According to its horoscope,Aries(which symbolizes a ram with two spiral horns) are spendthrifts and feel that they are different from the rest of humanity.I don't really take into consideration this horoscopic beliefs until i discovered how much it reflects upon myself and indirectly portrays my personalities....

So basically..where do i start...??? im so indecisive...haha..just for the record this is my first time over 18 generous years that i got into this blospot website and gained the interest of writing one..haha..dude frankly speaking dude..im one of the most outdated freaks u can ever have as a friend...im so 19th century in science and technology..i still recall the day my connection with the cyber world got cut-off...wanne hear me out...?ok here's the storyline...it was any other thursday afternoon...the sun was shining brightly and the birds were happily chirping on the tree branches... so i just got back from school...so jaded..i took a bath...and decided to catch a MOVIE on my computer before taking a nap..so wat movie?haha...trust me..its definitely over-RATED..haha..c'mon man..tell me..in this screwed-up modern world...even decent people got the word SEX written all over their faces..yeah..thats reasonable...and whats worse is that The Black Eyed Peas got all the respect they needed after their major debut hit 'Where is the love' was prominent sell outs and top the billboards with universal antics that reaches hearts of millions around the world..i could still remember some of them...it goes like...
'Negative images is the main criteria,
influencing the young minds faster than bacteria.
kids wanna act like wat they see in the cinema' yeah....haha..so when they come up with successive hits like..take for example 'shut up'...then u'll understand the actual message they're sending...'JUST buy our albums ok,don't think too much about the lyrics that we have written in our first single...its probably done and over with...now lets boogie down and get that booty shakin' till it just can't stop..' yeah...and what did they get...MORE RESPECT...haha..see wat the world's coming into...
so back to my storyline...yah i kind of forgot..it was during my secondary 3 years...believe,it was the year that almost all of my friends were basically pulling the 5th gear for their sex drives...2003...holla! i could still remember the chaos that we got into just to get a fucking an RA21 disc into our bags..just for the sake of getting a kick out of it....haha..hidup..hidup..
ok...so like wat i was trying to explain...i was there watching uncensored material on my computer alone at home when SUDDENLY....dude..i heard that somebody's opening the door..dude u just can't imagine how petrified i was...my heart was beating at the speed of sound and man it seems as thought i was taking a 2nd bath in the living room....SWEATS....and you'd be wondering...so whats the big issue here...why don't u just close the fucking window of the programme...uh?..yeah...guess wat...it may seem possible but in the same sound daft when u discovered that the programme got hung into my computer...and ctrl alt delete wasn't one of the fucking options...haha..to add salt to the wounds..my dad was opening the door as if there's Roger Federer waiting for him to get back so tat they could play some tennis together...
It was the moment...the moment that no one dare sacrifice to suffer...The MOMENT OF ANGUISH..haha..so Abu..wat did you do?.....YEAH...wait..before that...here's one of my tips...LIFE IS WORTH TAKING RISKS..COS U WON'T KNOW WHAT YOU GOT TILL IS GONE...so i took a fucking risk...i turn off off the main switch of the computer..oh ok.....so it all turn out fine..the computer seems okay..my father didn't spot the guilty look on my face...i felt relieved and it seems as though all the worries seem to be leading to an end...yeah...an end...haha..An End....wait till my brother turned on the computer late that night and discovered that ALL THE PROGRAMMES THAT HAD BEEN INSTALLED INTO THE COMPUTER HAD DISSAPEARED!!!yeah ok dude...so im wrong..just as i thought its the end..its the beginning..of the nightmare...see guys...don't think that u can get away from everything...expect the unexpected..and be ready to render the consequences...
So my case was brought to home court for the jury to weigh...and after reviewing the statements the defendant has made..the verdict was given..ABU ISHAK BIN ZAINOL ABIDEEN would be given a 1 year BAN from the computer...i was frustrated but find it amusing at the same time...1 YEAR BAN!....wat the fuck..u can't be serious...shit thats totally crap!!....and guess wat...it really did happen.... haha..
no more msn..no more mirc32..no more surfing....just me and the stinking playstation...
Yah,one more thing,once more u guys would still be thinking why don't Abu just be sleaky and surf the net when possible..see guys thats a reasoning for everything..and in this case its hard when Abu found out that his brother bothered to create some space in his backpack just TO KEEP THE COmPUTER CABLE IN HIS BAG to ensure i can't even turn on the CPU...hahahahaha..dude this is the best brother u can ever have.....i donno dude...do i reali belong to this family?..haha.....see the struggle Abu suffered just to accept reality..haha...trust me...tats more to come..but for now..my hands are suffering some sort of coma...Roger and Out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30625467-115199552955443378?l=abuishak3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/feeds/115199552955443378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30625467&amp;postID=115199552955443378' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115199552955443378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30625467/posts/default/115199552955443378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abuishak3.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-nostalgic-childhood.html' title='My Nostalgic Childhood'/><author><name>18th Mafia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16363249713186467862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
