<?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-3165317218715926251</id><updated>2011-08-01T16:29:12.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basirun Mansor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165317218715926251.post-2666534121973991337</id><published>2010-07-12T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:43:07.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beach date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDv12sWlpnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VUvm8HEXy1w/s1600/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDv12sWlpnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VUvm8HEXy1w/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493254490476095090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDv1pj-PviI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q6W_37FBY6g/s1600/IMG_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDv1pj-PviI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q6W_37FBY6g/s320/IMG_0371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493254264888213026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes, i love it when its just us spending time together. after so long, we had our first beach date at the place where i first brought you for out first date. SENTOSA! even though thats where i work, i find it more meaningful as it gave me memory of our first date watching the animal encounter together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Laying down the mat, eating nasi ayam n taking pictures was part of the itinerary. But still, lying down and star gazing was the best moment of all. No pressure and just relaxing by the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks baby for the wonderful moment. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-2666534121973991337?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/2666534121973991337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/beach-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/2666534121973991337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/2666534121973991337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/beach-date.html' title='beach date'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDv12sWlpnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VUvm8HEXy1w/s72-c/IMG_0359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165317218715926251.post-8617346970219797283</id><published>2010-07-06T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:20:32.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'food's the key to my heart'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDP9mUkRkXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3BeKBtXfWdY/s1600/Sandwich_by_tazzmaniac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDP9mUkRkXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3BeKBtXfWdY/s320/Sandwich_by_tazzmaniac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491011205492478322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;By looking at the picture above. ITS REALLY NICE! This morning, love decided to go school with me. Best thing was that, she prepared for me BREAKFAST!!! Sandwich, fries n samosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love it so damn much!! The sandwich was so AWESOME! haha. thats all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDP_rSkdO9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-OaOTAW45ZU/s1600/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDP_rSkdO9I/AAAAAAAAAEY/-OaOTAW45ZU/s320/DSC01129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491013489878973394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thats the after-effect. just left with fries. Kept it for munching during faci talking. To keep me awake that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Thank you dear. Love you.(not because of the food ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-8617346970219797283?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/8617346970219797283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/foods-key-to-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/8617346970219797283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/8617346970219797283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/foods-key-to-my-heart.html' title='&apos;food&apos;s the key to my heart&apos;'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDP9mUkRkXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3BeKBtXfWdY/s72-c/Sandwich_by_tazzmaniac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165317218715926251.post-3927932582510387057</id><published>2010-07-05T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:52:02.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just random thoughts of blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alrite. Don't ask me why i didnt update my post for quite some time. You gys should know that im always lazy and when i have the mood, i will then update. Obviously there are many things that I would like to share. Love, work, personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDKz6DIXwbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Xns9dwpkdzE/s1600/baba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDKz6DIXwbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Xns9dwpkdzE/s320/baba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490648705572258226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I feel like sharing about my love life first. Its been almost two months ever since im with her. I shall say that i am indeed very happy with her right now. But the problem is, how am i going to show it to her?? I have this problem with expressing my love towards the person i love. Might it be my mum, gf or friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To be frank, i am a little bit worried about her not being able to feel my love. I just want her to know that you are the one whom i think about most of the time. I get worried when you kept yourself for half a day. I miss you the moment i wake up every morning. I just hope you would really see my love towards you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDK03fGSCdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5anPvCBltfQ/s1600/36007_407844617820_630322820_4964894_5318264_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDK03fGSCdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5anPvCBltfQ/s320/36007_407844617820_630322820_4964894_5318264_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490649761051707858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Next topic, work. Recently, decided to start working back at the most enjoyable workplace. SENTOSA!! But something different now, used to be working in operation. But now, as a performing artiste! Its the most enjoyable work i always wanted to do! To be able to perform infront of 2500 crowd. Thank you so much to my parents and those who came down to watch me perform on my first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, personal life? Hmmm...nothing much for now. Everything starts to be stable back. Money, work, relationship. Just have to bear and work a little bit harder to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thats it for now. Ya ya. will update again ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ps: you know i will always love you no matter what it is. (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/106571/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/106571/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-3927932582510387057?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3927932582510387057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-random-thoughts-of-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/3927932582510387057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/3927932582510387057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-random-thoughts-of-blogging.html' title='Just random thoughts of blogging.'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/TDKz6DIXwbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Xns9dwpkdzE/s72-c/baba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165317218715926251.post-4957632010046208308</id><published>2010-05-20T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:50:44.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im back with a new story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey GUYS!!! ok ok. i know it has been superbly long ever since i blog. there is a reason actually.&lt;br /&gt;Today, 20th MAY 10 marks a new beginning for me. After more than half a year of being single, im finally ready for a serious relationship. I hope with this relationship, it makes my life more meaningful. Too many disappointments and hurts that i have went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just a little bit on who the person that has managed to 'capture' my heart . Mahirah Muliani would be the person's name. It all started off very weird. Apparently, I am her EYECANDY. How weird can that be? The best thing, i even took a picture with her during one of my road show event back when i was active in acting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Its really a long story if i were to say more about it. Bottom line is, she have attracted me not with her beauty but her sincerity of doing something. Had enough of dating pretty ladies btw. LOL. So i hope that through this relationship, it will really help me to better myself either in person or in relationship wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Next up, my life updates. It has been great lately. Im starting to settle down slowly. Got myself in Republic Poly. Thank god for the guidance and learning that i gt from ITE. in terms of work, im rarely working now so that i could settle myself at school. Life certainly different in Poly. Missed those time when i was still playing a fool at ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Friends.....i really miss them. I miss my sentosa peeps damn bad. I feel bad. I know im in the wrong. Either a way or two. but i just cant bring myself to meet and explain my current situation. Bottomline, if ure a true friend, you would understand even if he were to leave you for a certain reason. I miss Amir and Halim alot. Both people has make a big impact in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Done for now. I will update slowly ok. now that i got a LAPPY! hahaha. n friends, i promise one day u guys will understand why im not always around. i still love all of you though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ps: lets look forward and not to think bout the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-4957632010046208308?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/4957632010046208308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back-with-new-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/4957632010046208308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/4957632010046208308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back-with-new-story.html' title='im back with a new story'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-1259633974008993400</id><published>2010-01-21T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:08:53.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one step forward....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BASIRUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;today definitely was a great day for me. to be frank, initially i wasnt looking forward to my birthday. yea yeah. you all can say im emoshit or what so ever. haha. but the table did turn around. let me just briefly say what happened or how did my celebration went like......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;20th Jan; Pre Birthday Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2230hrs to 2300hrs:&lt;/span&gt; walk from Grand Hyatt Hotel to City Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2300hrs to 2345hrs:&lt;/span&gt; surprised C.G and send her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2345hrs to 2359hrs:&lt;/span&gt; walk aimlessly at west coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;21st jan; BIRTHDAY MOMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0000hrs to dunno what time:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; replying and ans calls non stop and thanking people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0015hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sri called and spilled the beans that they plan to meet me and bring me out when i lied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                 that i was heading home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1218hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;received a msg from C.G, which ive been waiting for. msg won't be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0045hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;met halim and amir at bugis and head to fetch sri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0200hrs to 0400hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ATE SWENSEN'S AT CHANGI AIRPORT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0500hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;reached home, wash up and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0615hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;irfan wake me up and wished me 'happy birthday'. best ting, he hug me while i was still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                 lying on my bed under my blanket. (he really made my morning meaningful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1030hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;got up and prepare for work. (i know, it sucks to work on birthday but not complaining)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1200hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at work doing same old thing. (still with a smile and no complain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1430hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;met a colleague(senior aunty staff), who hug me and wished me happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1515hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;received instructions to head down for urgent matters. only to see those staff who were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                off, came back with a cute little cake for me. i am till now really touched. i tot im just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; 'nobody' to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1515hrs to dunno what time: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;msgs and call non stop coming in for wishes. (made my day even better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2230hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;met alif as he came down just to wish me happy birthday. how totful of him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2330hrs: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;heading home when sri called to meet up for supper. but she got rejected. too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;22nd Jan; Post Birthday Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0030hrs:&lt;/span&gt; switch on com and check mail. over 100 emails from facebook. check fb profile, and there goes the many wishes from all the diff people. HAPPY AND TOUCHED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0100hrs to now:&lt;/span&gt; typing non stop expressing how happy i am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Note from Basirun/the 19th year old guy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much to all you. Parents, sentosa colleagues, kecohrables, Grand Hyatt colleagues and to all my old friends. I am really happy for all the wishes that you guys had msg or post. You guys just make my 19th birthday more meaningful. never will i forget each and every one of you. again, thank you. i just cnt stop saying it.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE ALL OF YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ps: its time to be more wiser and step up a notch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-1259633974008993400?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/1259633974008993400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-step-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/1259633974008993400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/1259633974008993400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-step-forward.html' title='one step forward....'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-5665745693094877781</id><published>2010-01-19T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T04:22:32.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday irfan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ive got this annoying little brother of mine. who always fight with my annoying big brother. its like war when both of them are at hm. but bottom line, i love both of them very much. even though i hardly or never say it to them before. alright. my main focus for today is to wish Irfan, my little brother, HAPPY 9th BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;listen to this sweet story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Basirun misses his brother and decided to call him at home to wish him happy birthday. It has been quite a while since he met Irfan due to work. Rrriiinnnnngggggg......and irfan picks up the phone and this was the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  B: Irfan please???&lt;br /&gt;I:Abang Basirun eh???&lt;br /&gt;B: Haha. Yes and HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRFAN(SHOUTING)!!!&lt;br /&gt;I:Hehe. What time you coming back???&lt;br /&gt;B: I tink by the time i come back you sleeping already. and i can only see you tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;I: huh?? tmrw? alah...so long. u always nt at home one.&lt;br /&gt;B:why? miss me ah??&lt;br /&gt;(a moment of silence &amp;amp; with a giggle)&lt;br /&gt;I:hehe. I dunno?? Maybe........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and so the story goes.....bottom line is, he rarely would say that he miss someone. nt even to my parents. and for those who dnt know, he's nt even my blood brother but i feel so close to him. and yes, he can be annoying at times, but he shares most of my character. maybe coz he follow my mum n im the same character as her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today was my off day. i forced myself not to go out coz i wanted to see him and initially wanted to bring him out. coz he kept asking for his present. but he had cca, which used to be the same as mine, track n field. and when he got home, he pretended like nth happen. but when i came up to him and hug him, he hug me titely and strt giggling again n say that maybe he did miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;enough said, this is how my little brother/Irfan look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/S1WiKbT6TmI/AAAAAAAAADw/0CgIVhnpqV4/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/S1WiKbT6TmI/AAAAAAAAADw/0CgIVhnpqV4/s320/DSC00834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428423225878662754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/S1WiJ5fY7SI/AAAAAAAAADo/7WGjcwsnhP0/s1600-h/DSC00839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/S1WiJ5fY7SI/AAAAAAAAADo/7WGjcwsnhP0/s320/DSC00839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428423216800001314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/S1WiJbmk3eI/AAAAAAAAADg/S_kBKr1KvBg/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/S1WiJbmk3eI/AAAAAAAAADg/S_kBKr1KvBg/s320/DSC00831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428423208777080290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ps: put the tension away for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-5665745693094877781?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/5665745693094877781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-irfan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/5665745693094877781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/5665745693094877781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-irfan.html' title='happy birthday irfan'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/S1WiKbT6TmI/AAAAAAAAADw/0CgIVhnpqV4/s72-c/DSC00834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165317218715926251.post-6501666321613773984</id><published>2009-12-05T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:12:46.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/SxqiWAy8FzI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q21kYGFZe9g/s1600-h/27005067655089l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/SxqiWAy8FzI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q21kYGFZe9g/s320/27005067655089l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411816401293547314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/SxqiV9VRWGI/AAAAAAAAABE/2-XUvqrqtVc/s1600-h/27005116921432l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/SxqiV9VRWGI/AAAAAAAAABE/2-XUvqrqtVc/s320/27005116921432l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411816400363804770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/SxqiVpUrzYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iQawa85t250/s1600-h/16240_190061589129_647074129_3069248_7793719_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/SxqiVpUrzYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iQawa85t250/s320/16240_190061589129_647074129_3069248_7793719_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411816394992635266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i still remember the time when i first stepped into secondary sch. how at that point of times i hate BOYS! coz everywhere i go, its just boys, boys and more boys. practically bcoz i was in a boy's sch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;the picture above really gave good memories. that picture in sch uniform was taken back when i was in sec 3. not much diff to my face though. but faiz and hazlan really show big diff in terms of their facial look and size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh btw, the pretty lady among the not-so handsome guys is my malay teacher, cikgu hazliana. i still can remember she was fierce and somehow got scared of her. but now...its the other way round. she scared to go out with us coz we too NOISY! espcially with faiz and me around. haha. we met up recently and talk non-stop. too bad we it was late and we had to go home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/SxqiW4jiZqI/AAAAAAAAABc/AEU1YvUkKbE/s1600-h/14247_183059744146_725759146_3076993_4660861_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/SxqiW4jiZqI/AAAAAAAAABc/AEU1YvUkKbE/s320/14247_183059744146_725759146_3076993_4660861_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411816416261334690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/SxqiWesJVgI/AAAAAAAAABU/Dob3cBrF-fA/s1600-h/7823_152240459146_725759146_2811082_3765119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/SxqiWesJVgI/AAAAAAAAABU/Dob3cBrF-fA/s320/7823_152240459146_725759146_2811082_3765119_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411816409318118914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special note to faiz, which is very random:&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You can be irritating at times, but truthfully, you're the only friend whom i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                depend on when im down. you're childish...thats a fact! but somehow, when im down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                   emotionally, ure always there to help me out and became matured somehow. there        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                were many time when shit can happen. real bad. but thx to you, you stop me from  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                taking all those stupid desicions. i just hope that our friendship will last till as long as  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                possible. no one elseunderstands me best besides you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and dnt tink tis is some gay shit ok. tis is my only way to prove how much i treasure my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ps: treasure people around you, won't know when u'll need them. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-6501666321613773984?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/6501666321613773984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/6501666321613773984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/6501666321613773984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-flies.html' title='time flies'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/SxqiWAy8FzI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q21kYGFZe9g/s72-c/27005067655089l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165317218715926251.post-3518163230254080801</id><published>2009-12-03T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T05:37:45.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivations to look ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/Sxe-LJDZoQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DZv7SAiTxSs/s1600-h/IMG_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/Sxe-LJDZoQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DZv7SAiTxSs/s320/IMG_1262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411002575926960386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;leadership has never been easy. for you to consider yourself as a leader, ask yourself whether you are actually listening to the people around you and respecting each and everyone of them. a leader is someone whom don't declare himself as the head of the group. but would just remain a low profile and join the rest of the members just like as though he's part of them. great leader walks together with his/her team hand in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;my main purpose of writing this leadership tingy is to actually congratulate my loving brother, Amir, for winning the superstar award. which is for the service excellence award. and yes!! i am so so PROUD of him! came out in both straits times and berite harian. for those who do not know my relationship with amir, we are actually like brothers? my mum consider him like her own son. thats why i consider him like my own brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;frankly, its not becoz of him winning the award that im talking bout him. but i just wanna tell him that ever since the hiking trip we had to Taman Negara, Pahang, i owe alot to him. and i tink i even owe my life to him. i still remember the SCARIEST time of my life when i nearly fall of from a very high cliff and was just holding on to the roots of the tree and can't see anything below me but just high trees and bushes with no level ground. and it amir who pulled both me and my heavy backpack up and told me to just hang on while he walk across the cliff without any safety ropes so that he could tie the safety rope for me to hold on and walk across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i would have imagined what would happened if he didnt pull me on time. i guess, i won't even be here right now. when it comes to work, he's my superior. good thing bout him, he REALLY knows how to draw a line. he's really strict on me when im at work. especially when im doing oscar 2 duties. but truth fact, thx to him that i can be great team leader. which i tink ive manged to carry out my duties well and managed to gain the staff trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to write and talk more bout him, it would never end. what im trying to say is, don't have to chase after the recognition of being a leader. leadership is instill in everyone's character. its you who have to work for it and let it shine. people would soon see what ure capable of and soon you would gain respect from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;till then....take care people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ps: allow others to lead before you can be a leader :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-3518163230254080801?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3518163230254080801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/motivations-to-look-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/3518163230254080801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/3518163230254080801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/motivations-to-look-ahead.html' title='motivations to look ahead'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PSoXPkX85s/Sxe-LJDZoQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DZv7SAiTxSs/s72-c/IMG_1262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165317218715926251.post-5931288708524550608</id><published>2009-12-02T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:35:44.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>assumption is always a killer</title><content type='html'>why do people in this world love to assume things that's not true at all? maybe all this assumption shit comes naturally. sometimes its just not fair for us to blame people for assuming but on the other hand, its not good when people make assumptions on you. once, twice and its still fine. but frequent assumptions can just make your blood boil.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;do i consider to as someone who's busy 24/7?? truthfully, i'm not pretty sure about it. that why when people says that to me, i somehow agree and disagree. reason for agreeing coz i know that now im working like a 'full-timer', i spend most of my time at work. therefore, usually afterwork, esp wen i end at 11p.m, i would head home straight and sleep for hours and wake up for work again. so basically thats my 'working' life-cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;However, i do disagree in certain aspects as i think that no matter how busy i am, ive never forgotten bout the people or the friends around me. wenever my off day is, i try my best to spend time with each and everyone of them. but what happens when i dnt contact them?? simple...they will always say that "Basirun always busy what, where got time to meet us??".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that truthfully hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Frankly, i rarely have a time on my own. god knows how long ive nt spend time just sitting and think for myself. im not being selfish here. but it hurts when i think that sometimes people assumes that i always prioritize other friends compared to him/her. whatever it is, i dnt like it when people assume. i feel like as though im losing all my close friends due to the reason that they think im too 'busy' to spend time with anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i think i wrote long enough. if you're someone who know me well, i dnt have to do all this explanation. i love all my friends as much as i love anyone in this world. what are we in this world without friends around? treasure them like you treasure ur parents. true friends will stay by your side no matter whatever the circumstances is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ps: im sorry for fading away from you guys......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-5931288708524550608?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/5931288708524550608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/assumption-is-always-killer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/5931288708524550608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/5931288708524550608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/assumption-is-always-killer.html' title='assumption is always a killer'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-4329444972455462739</id><published>2009-12-01T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:27:02.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back and smarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HEY PEOPLE!!!! im so so so very sorry for not updating my blog for god knows how long??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ive been very busy lately. with attachment going on, i now feel the life of a full-timer. and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; if you have not realise, ive changed my blog skin. don't ask me why i picked this skin. its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;out of randomness that is. and im &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VERY PROUD &lt;/span&gt;of myself as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DO EVERYTING on MY OWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; without&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; MEI FERN'S help&lt;/span&gt; tis time. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;anyways, definitely ive got many things to say. I shall break it into point terms coz im nt the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'LONG WINDED' type of person. So tis was what happened while im gone......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;im currently working at Grand Hyaat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;managed to plan Azili's bthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drove my parents to JB and brought them arnd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a new SONY ERICSSON YARI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;somehow an unexpected person appeared in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rarely get to meet the SOS ppl lately&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;congrats to my beloved ABG AMIR for winnig the award.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;thats for now.... dont worry. will definately talk more bout the certain points i mention above. and yes...i will try my best to update my blog as frequent as possible. now that i can use com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;while on break at work, gt more reasons to blog. till then, take care guys. i miss all of you....&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;PS: you're making me closer to you everyday :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-4329444972455462739?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/4329444972455462739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-and-smarter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/4329444972455462739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/4329444972455462739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-and-smarter.html' title='im back and smarter'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-191228786196089672</id><published>2009-09-16T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:37:43.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't really know how to describe my actual feelings and thoughts. Even though i know that things are impossible for us, ive never failed to keep update of whats going on in your life. I always tell myself, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Bas, forget about her. Once you let her go, its just hard for you to get her back." &lt;/span&gt;For once, i didnt want to believe that as i know that things might be able to work out in a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After reading and knowing the truth behind the person's life, it saddens me. Little did i thought that i wasnt even being considered at all. A promise is just a saying, lets see how long the promise will last. I won't be shocked if you just walk away slowly. Again, i know where i stand in people's life. I don't want to be in their way. I can even give advices which i know that its a lost to me and a benefit for others. I just want the person to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thanks for opening my eye to the 'real' world. It really proves to me that chances are only given once in life. Hold it tight before you lose and regret. Rest assured, i won't repeat the same mistake. Things would be different from now. Im just hoping that you would have a great life and enjoy it while you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: every hurtful moment is a lesson to be learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-191228786196089672?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/191228786196089672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-really-know-how-to-describe-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/191228786196089672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/191228786196089672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-really-know-how-to-describe-my.html' title='speechless'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-951341613404465473</id><published>2009-09-14T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:29:39.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was my last day yesterday working at SOS last night. Oh my...how heavy was my heart to leave the place. The island was considered like my second home. Either im at home or staying late at work. I still remembered on this particular night when few of us when to ZOUK after work and Amir and me landed up sleeping at the island early in the morning. Only to be woken up by a 'Bhaiyah' who was watering the plants and he actually accidentally SPRAYED at us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I had many memories on the island. Love, hatred and friendships. To be leaving it all, its just something hard to bear. Even though i know that i would be meeting most of them again, the feeling of not working is just there. Now i know why Azili cried when she quit. Now, I feel the lost. Seriously, thats the place where i can forget all the problems and be happy. With all the staff making stupid pranks and jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Not forgetting the supervisors. i know there are people out there who despise them but heck! Who cares? To me, they are still humans and i respect them no matter what. In a way, i think they have managed to groom me in many ways. The trust which they have given me, is something i really appreciate. Even when i was saying my goodbye, surprisingly....they ask for a handshake and hug. They are indeed HUMANS people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;On the last day, i was smart enough to delay the time doing report coz i know they were planning smt to sabo me. True enough they did! Too bad...they managed to crack only ONE EGG and pour cold water. To me...thats NOTHING YAW! Im the KING of SABO. Haha. Done many WORSE sabo to all the staff. So HANIS and AZILI...too bad. I managed to escape from being saboed! go read up the book on 'SABO FOR DUMMIES!' Nyahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Im done for now. I think i wrote enough. And yeah...i'm all excited for RAYA!!! The best thing, I did house cleaning today! All by myself! Haha. Hardworking BAS! Will talk more soon on my next post qey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: don't get hurt by how people treat you and smile always. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-951341613404465473?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/951341613404465473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/951341613404465473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/951341613404465473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories-moment.html' title='memories moment'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-3178378681173467300</id><published>2009-09-08T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:09:36.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random post all mixed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hey people!!! firstly, im sorry for not have been updating my blog! Been busy lately. With what, i myself not too sure.... Whatever it is, today's post would be a bit 'ROJAK' ok. Will mix up all the things which ive been facing lately and would just write on random things that come into my mind. (so people.......get ready for a LONG post!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes i wonder, am i someone a girl worth to have as a bf? Or am i someone just fit to be just a 'close friend' to them? I hate it when ive put much feelings on this girl, and got to know that the friendship could not cross over than just 'close friends'. (tis is in general ok! no girl in particular) Sometimes i just think that im just too suitable to be just friends with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When i just want to treat that particular girl as a friend, she expresses her feelings. What can i do? I simply said, "sorry, for now lets just be friends". What happen next? The girl will get hurt and tend to drift away. Is this karma for me? When ive decided to totally FORGET bout someone, she just have to APPEAR back in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The thing about me is, its hard for me without having someone special by my side. Why? Thx to my 5years relationship that made me feel that having a gf is part of my life and happiness. Its been a while since i led a 'single' life. It has been great and i tink its better this way. But still, whenever i see couples around, it just make my heart saddens. Wondering why..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Enough said bout stupid relationship stuff. Im just gonna go with the flow. If things are meant to be yours, it will be yours. Im tired of chasing after stuff which i know that i cant attain. Life has to move on. Niwaes, im doing fine for now....getting to know more weird people. but its fun though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Thats for now people! will update again! DONT NAG AT ME PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: Accept whatever weakness you have in life and learn from it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-3178378681173467300?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/3178378681173467300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-post-all-mixed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/3178378681173467300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/3178378681173467300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-post-all-mixed-up.html' title='random post all mixed up'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-8639983135790907575</id><published>2009-08-25T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:27:14.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a nightmare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;why do i have to fall sick now???? if can, i dont want to fall sick on Ramadan! Again, thx to my DEAREST friend, ALIF! He was sick when i met him. Shared his pasta and THERE! I was sick the next day! Its really killing me. I rarely fall sick. When i do, its a TORTURE!!!! Mama said that im like a prince when i fall sick. Coz im too weak and demand things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Had to skip work and my GREATEST THANKS to RAUDHA!!! i know we were low in manpower. But she insisted that i went home and rest. Thx. I really appreciate it. Coz i cnt imagine if i really went to work.....pass out maybe??? The most hatred thing that i hate when im sick is EATING MEDICINE and SEEING the DOCTOR!!! Mama forced me to go doctor and i refused. Forced me to eat panadol and i 'acted' as though i ate but the thrash bin swallowed it . I HATE MEDICINE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Niwaes...today azili's first day fasting!!!! and the best thing, she woke up even before i did. As though she excited to fast. haha. The next msg i received from her was at 11.43am and she said she NEARLY wanted to eat sweet! Lets just see at the end of the day whether she managed to resist all the temptations. The best thing, she agreed to FAST TWO DAYS in a row! Too bad i can only meet her on the scnd day of her fasting and breakfast together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Thats for now people. My head is SPINNING!!!! Have a good day ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;PS: hopefully things are going on the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-8639983135790907575?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/8639983135790907575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/8639983135790907575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/8639983135790907575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-nightmare.html' title='what a nightmare!'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-310815169769957223</id><published>2009-08-24T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:44:12.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chill la baybeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;whats up people!!!!! haha. time check, its 0230. I just cant make myself to sleep. Niwaes, the past few days has been good so far. Its just that im worried for AMIR!!! He's been sick for the past week! Please recover fast! Its a bore without him around. No JackASS leader to disturb people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And yeap....FASTING MONTH has started!!!! HOORAY!!!!!!! haha. Im not sure why am i excited for it. Tis year i want to fast for the whole mnth! Just like last year. So far the 3 days has been good!!! Of coz...there are people who do tings which really temp me to EAT or get ANGRY! One of the person who always test me is MYANMAR. Im sure most of you knows who im toking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh ya!!! talking about her....i want to share something! Myanmar lady agreed to fast with me the whole day!!! Even to wake up at 5am just to have her pre-dawn meal!!!! I still dont believe that she can do it. I will just wait. and if she really does, i salute her. Coz already informed her that she cnt irritate ppl and complain that she's hungry(coz thats wht she would likely do on a every-day basis). If she managed to tahan, break fast is on me(thats basically why she want to fast). But of coz NO FAST FOOD!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The past night, ive been spending time with Alif riding around sgpore. Since Amir cnt meet me. Basically went to geylang most of the time(PLEASE! its GEYLANG SERAI!). And i tink im getting hooked to the bazaar there. Almost every nite im at the bazaar. To share one thing, one of the days, i actually went there ALONE. Why? To get 'someones' chicken burger with cheese. Haha. Dnt tink otherwise qey. I got it coz its her craving afterall. Again....its just a FRIEND ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Alrite then. Thats for now people. Be happy and when people get stressed, just say, "Chill la baybeh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PS: can't wait for myanmar to FAST with me!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-310815169769957223?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/310815169769957223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/chill-la-baybeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/310815169769957223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/310815169769957223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/chill-la-baybeh.html' title='chill la baybeh'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-1894121284661146082</id><published>2009-08-20T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:19:42.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone has their reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Why do people have to feel sad and easily think too much over small matters?? why can't everyone just talk things out when they are unhappy?? After all....you guys are human being. we got mouth and voice, why not use it? Instead of assuming and trusting other people's view, might as well we thrash things out with the people we are unhappy with and listen from their own mouth on what they have to say. Assumption is always a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KILLER&lt;/span&gt; people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Looking on the bright side, i had fun for the past few days. got to know someone new whom i think shares many similarities. I know you guys going to say; "ehem.....new gf ah??". Don't worry people. Its not my new gf or someone whom im dating. Its just a new friend whom i feel comfortable toking to. She is one who tinks the way i do. And surprisingly, we are facing the same stupid 'moving on' problem. Thats about it for now. And yes, i would not say the name or who she is exactly. Coz i tink only some of you know. And i want to keep it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyways, i woud like to say a BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY to HALIM!!!!! the NUS guy who's getting older! haha. spent the WHOLE NITE with him and the rest of the JACKASS crew. So much so till i got SCREWED by my PARENTS for going hm at 4.30am!!!! Lucky i know how to seek forgiveness. Hopefully they have totally forgive me. And again, i woke up LATE for SCHOOL!!!! Had to rush to do last minute project assignment and rushed to meet Mei Fern at mac which i had to force myself to eat FAST FOOD coz im HUNGRY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Thats it for now people! Will update again! DON'T COMPLAIN! JUST WAIT &amp;amp; SEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PS: A smile has thousands over meaning behind it, not everyone knows what lies beneath it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-1894121284661146082?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/1894121284661146082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyone-has-their-reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/1894121284661146082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/1894121284661146082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyone-has-their-reasons.html' title='everyone has their reasons'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-6113439449022248579</id><published>2009-08-17T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:07:49.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great week indeed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HEY PEOPLE!!! ok....im sorry that i didn update my blog for quite some time. why? coz ive been so busy going out every day!!! haha. its not because that i want to. but i just pass my TP last wed! so went out every NITE to drive around! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Alrite basically, i spend most of my nite with my INSTURCTOR/BROTHER, AMIR! After passing my license, he became my PRIVATE instructor. Ensuring that i DON'T SPEED and drive RECKLESSLY! Basically training me to be SAFE DRIVER, just like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One day which i wont forget is saturday. I drove from 12noon till 12noon the next day. SO to say, i drove 24HOUR! andthat is for real! i only came home for a short while to wash up and there i am, on the road again! It was fun though...brought my parents around and some of the staff. And fetch my bestfriend, halimah and went to jalan kayu for breakfast at 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So in all, im just happy that i pass my driving license after 6months of hardwork! haha. and did i mention that i spend $80 just om petrol??? now i know why people are thinking twice to drive. haha. thats it for now. i will update again. DONT WORRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;PS: ive been trying to upload pics to the post. but it dsnt seems to work. Confirm COM IDIOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-6113439449022248579?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/6113439449022248579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-week-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/6113439449022248579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/6113439449022248579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-week-indeed.html' title='great week indeed!'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-7276094422929626212</id><published>2009-08-11T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:08:43.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>com idiot on first TEST POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok! This is real BASIRUN  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;typing his OWN post without MEI FERN'S help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Firstly, thanks to of coz my THAILAND lady who have help me to do up this blog and not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;only that, she even OFFICIALLY OPEN my blog without me knowing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it is still under construction ok. Give me this week to do up the whole blog completely. And btw, for those wondering why my URL is 'bascomidiot', slowly you all will know why i put it that way. In other words, if my blog has some technical fault, you all know why ah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Alrite, this would be it for today. I just gt back from work and before i could even wash up, i wanted to do up tis post! Having a BIG DAY tmrw! EXCITED! Will update as often  as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;DON'T WORRY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;PS: someone didn't msg me for the whole day............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-7276094422929626212?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/7276094422929626212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/com-idiot-on-first-test-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/7276094422929626212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/7276094422929626212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/com-idiot-on-first-test-post.html' title='com idiot on first TEST POST'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-6903284835738145</id><published>2009-08-10T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:57:56.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Officially OPENED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the official opening of Basirun's blog. Everyone please some support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show some love by tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to thank MeiFern for helping. Such a sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music will be up and running soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You All!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. This is meifern blogging. not bas. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-6903284835738145?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/6903284835738145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-officially-opened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/6903284835738145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/6903284835738145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-officially-opened.html' title='Blog Officially OPENED!!'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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-3165317218715926251.post-1606939760129892426</id><published>2009-08-10T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:54:05.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>test test 123...</title><content type='html'>test test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3165317218715926251-1606939760129892426?l=bascomidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/1606939760129892426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-test-123.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/1606939760129892426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165317218715926251/posts/default/1606939760129892426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bascomidiot.blogspot.com/2009/08/test-test-123.html' title='test test 123...'/><author><name>Basirun Mansor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01012468959717252138</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></feed>
