<?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-299752628677046553</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:59:49.789-07:00</updated><category term='blog'/><title type='text'>Mixedminded</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-1647915610102745318</id><published>2010-09-23T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T05:53:53.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJtNRsRtccI/AAAAAAAAAE4/esMV2cpDL40/s1600/tumblr_l92q9wQss91qarruco1_1280.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJtNRsRtccI/AAAAAAAAAE4/esMV2cpDL40/s320/tumblr_l92q9wQss91qarruco1_1280.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520090734611231170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes its just better to keep your mouth shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-1647915610102745318?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1647915610102745318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=1647915610102745318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/1647915610102745318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/1647915610102745318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-much.html' title='nothing much'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJtNRsRtccI/AAAAAAAAAE4/esMV2cpDL40/s72-c/tumblr_l92q9wQss91qarruco1_1280.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-3452351968893936137</id><published>2010-09-21T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:10:24.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th 22nd</title><content type='html'>22nd September 2010.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what today is ? today's the day, today is the actual day that i practically popped the 2nd biggest question ever, and with that question, there came the most beautiful and wonderful word ever created by mankind, YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the day that my current girlfriend, Anis, said yes. Yes to what do you proposed ? yes for her to accept me, an insignificant other, to be hers for as long as she wants me to be. I have been prolonging this post for quite some time now, and actually, i will be prolonging it some more, im sorry but now is actually not a good time for me to write a gazzilion words describing what a wonderful girl i have, oh no not tonight. Right now i just wanted to tell you all that today is and will always be , our anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-3452351968893936137?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3452351968893936137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=3452351968893936137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/3452351968893936137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/3452351968893936137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/5th-22nd.html' title='5th 22nd'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-3553544990224691741</id><published>2010-09-20T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T06:38:30.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fairytales without fairies</title><content type='html'>hi ! im sorry i can't be blogging right about now , but i promise you i will next time ! i just wanted to tell my millions of readers that i have finals , well actually finals are tomorrow, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21/9 - Engineering Chemistry ENG023 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23/9 - Engineering Mathematics ENG033&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28/9 - Engineering Physics ENG013&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Yes, im taking engineering , foundation in engineering actually , at Uitm Puncak Alam. If one you would want to come visit, don't because after finals i have a 6 week holiday, 6 WEEKS, i can actually make a list about all the things i want to do, and do it,twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allright sorry if you waited for me to blog, toodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-3553544990224691741?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3553544990224691741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=3553544990224691741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/3553544990224691741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/3553544990224691741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/fairytales-without-fairies.html' title='fairytales without fairies'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-8481713732600096890</id><published>2010-09-18T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T06:06:51.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the other hand,</title><content type='html'>Saturday ,18th September 2010.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, how long has it been ? how long has it been since i've played with my fingers and mind about typing a lot of words that are mashed together in this insignificant blog ? Too long , too long indeed. What have i been up to you ask ? (i have 4 followers so i guess one of you four people asked) a lot.I don't know if i can fit a whole year in this post , but we'll see. I checked and the last time i updated this blog(not with formspring) is August 31st 2009. Holy mother of all that is good , ain't that a long time ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did it take this long for me to actually write something to read here ? Well for starters i don't even know how many people will read this. Second, i have 4 followers. Third, i'm not that much into typing a lot ha-ha.So people, with this insignificant post , i ask you will you ever read this ? will you want to see more of me writing about rantings and typing about todays ? i doubt you even care , so yeah i'm just here because i want to write , not for anyone else but yes yours truly :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what i'm doing right now ? i'm actually going through Myspace, its been so long since i've last logged in there, some people might be pretty shocked to see me there, i've been reminiscing about those times , times where i stalked people , times where i look for pretty girls on Myspace and going to the add button immediately, i don't do that anymore. I uses to go to random pages by mutual-mutual-mutual friends and look to find pretty girls, just to waste 3 or 4 hours of the day, like that, pretty lonely right ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's even funnier about those times, are the things that we wrote, pictures that we posted, comments that we sent, all those are funny as shit, true story.Don't get me started with Friendster HAHA.Okay so maybe i've stretched this insignificant post about insignificant things too long, time to really start about my year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the last time i posted a post on here, i've done a lot of things that more teens my past age dream of achieving in this age.I passed my driving test without re-taking anything, i managed to meet more friends and people, my social life has been quite okay and not really that bad, i had a new girlfriend, oh yeah but we'll get to her later.So yeah,you did quite good self, you are not the loser you are last year, well you are cleaner now,so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After studying a lot, okay studying a fair amount of time,okay after i barely studied, i actually got 9As in SPM,who would have thought i would be the one they would gladly call "nerd"? I don't know how much that means to me, for someone else to call you a nerd, its not bad, not bad at all you see.The actual results were 4As , 5A-s , and 1B+ , and guess what the B+ is ? BM haha, i'm sorry , i should not have been writing my race as a Malay, because clearly i am not even that good at BM, fail.Shortly after i got my results, the first person i told to was Nisbong, mhm but to my note i wasn't her first, oh well, someone has to be the sweet one in the relationship :P oh yeah she's the girl that i'm currently dating , hence current girlfriend.What surprised me most on that day was the fact that when i called my dad to tell him,i cried ,i actually cried in front of my friends, well not really i ran away to the back of the hall, but i cried telling my dad that i got 9As, True Story. My dad was like, "WTF son, be a man ! i am disowning you." Okay he didn't really said that, but i could tell he wanted to !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before i even got my results, i actually worked at Tesco Shah Alam for 3 months, it actually kind of fun working there because it was my second job, my first ever job was when i waitered at Sri Hainan Kopitiam, but this was my first full-time job so yeah, it was awesome. i got to meet new people and gain a lot of experience. The first month was obviously the hardest, because i had to learn all these things, but i wasn't alone.At that time i had 5 other friends which are Cheet, Khir, Padis, Irfan, and Azfar. Azfar Khir Cheet and Irfan got the grocery department while Padis got the electrical department, ask for me ? I got the Price Integrity department, and as the name stands, my department was the toughest, people actually die whilst doing my job, true story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was actually not tough at first, because i had this friend, Kumar, great lad he was, he tought me everything i should know, he was an all around nice guy. He was an Indian fellow who actually made my job a lot easier, he helped me with this job, without him, i would have taken a longer time to actually know what i am doing, well waddya know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i'm bored of typing, see ya when i see ya, if there's anyone out there who actually reads this, thanks for not being an ass and reading my post up until here, good day! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-8481713732600096890?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8481713732600096890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=8481713732600096890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/8481713732600096890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/8481713732600096890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-other-hand.html' title='On the other hand,'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-1827645993266606538</id><published>2009-10-01T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:27:33.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI EVERYONE!</title><content type='html'>i rarely ever blog anymore , twitter's more simple . azawowza , follow me if you dareee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-1827645993266606538?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1827645993266606538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=1827645993266606538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/1827645993266606538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/1827645993266606538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-everyone.html' title='HI EVERYONE!'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-1616723625563263732</id><published>2009-08-31T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:15:42.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shups peoplez</title><content type='html'>hoyy , ive been , lazy hahahahahahahhaha sukahati ah boibai 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-1616723625563263732?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-6900644581020758018</id><published>2009-05-15T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:15:49.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hii</title><content type='html'>hello people ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much apologys , ive been lazaaaaayh , nothing's really going on here , seriously , now im the middle of my midyearexams , oo joy . leeeeeeeseeeee , things that happened :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my birthday&lt;br /&gt;2)my cat got babies&lt;br /&gt;3)i finished most of my homework(haha)&lt;br /&gt;4)i have no debts left finally 8)&lt;br /&gt;5)started playing a li'el piano&lt;br /&gt;6)everyone else got thinner , dayymmn&lt;br /&gt;7)chemistry lost me&lt;br /&gt;8)add maths found me&lt;br /&gt;9)signed up for my license and went to the 5 hour talk about road safety&lt;br /&gt;10)oh yes and most of my friends forgot my birthday harharhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it , see toldyou haha , i havent gone out for a long time noow :O nothing has been going on arounf my presence , when something does , you may expect a post from me , 2 maybe 3 months later , sorry 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-6900644581020758018?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6900644581020758018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=6900644581020758018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/6900644581020758018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/6900644581020758018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/hii.html' title='hii'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-3864475964918316590</id><published>2009-04-03T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:55:27.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky Pink</title><content type='html'>Here i have something to story about , after longing for a story  , i finally have one , but not one that you guys would be talking about tommorow , but rather the kind of story that makes you feel youre more lucky .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened last thursday , nothing special happened at school , yada yada and stuff , before tuition i did set my mind on walking to malya's just for the fun of it , but nature was not on my good side (right side) , so it rained , heavily , and its not like the usual heavy rain where bikes got thrown off the roads , but rather a car could be too(!)  haha okaay i exagerrated a little , but i just wanted you guys to set your mind on how the weater was that day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no transport to send me there as quick as a cat chasing a mouse , and i dont think i want to ask afiq to take me there , since itll be like inappropriate , so i decided to walk , in the rain , with my two bags on my back , one for lk and another for chemistry , with an umbrella on top .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought id be okay , and i was , until the flood came in , this as in an imaginary flood of challenges throughout the journey there , haha allright then moving onn.  as i walked the slippery sidewalks heading to d'kayangan from 9 , my flipflops were pulled by the vicious air currents , one was taken and another one was ripped off , pfft .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of heading back to the house for one moment , and then i didnt , why i didnt i am going to explain to a very expensive therapist later , i went one , going back to chase my one slipper back and fixing the other one at the same time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i walked heading up the hill , cars flew by without a care and they didnt even bother to take a quick glimpse at me to see that im going through a waterfilled-hell , which was no breeze . i kept going onn and onn , the slippery sidewalk made me slower reaching to my destination .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i finally reached malya's i quickly sat on the sofa thinking thank the lord that i survived the watery wasteland , i was wet all over , my bags didnt shy of it neither , my lk papers were almost ruined , chemistry books were all hardly okay  ,  means the rain did not gave me sympathy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the whole time i was walking there , i actually was thinking of writing this blog , i dont know why , and now i did , i dont feel any satisfaction , haha funny . well sorry for wasting your 5 minutes , ill update more soon i hope , byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-3864475964918316590?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3864475964918316590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=3864475964918316590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/3864475964918316590'/><link 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center;"&gt;flefnercqsjvejwvnececnrejcnweje(!)&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/299752628677046553-8411575492819729769?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8411575492819729769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=8411575492819729769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/8411575492819729769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/8411575492819729769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-aint-funny-one-bit.html' title='This aint funny one bit'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-1664950825274669421</id><published>2009-03-17T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:44:34.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>favourite favered flavour</title><content type='html'>ive come to realise that i only have 18 blogs posted , i know some people out there love to write every single day , some may not survive the day without clicking a bunch of words just to say that they spent the whole day watching tv .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holiday blows , big time . its not really even a holiday now , add classes , tuition and oh yes , the all too important homework assignments , but you know what , i wouldnt trade this week for anything shiny or good enough to fit in my belly :9 i guess its because i spent so many weeks in the past studying for exams , this will be my last year doing so , so whatteheekk , ill cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive actually had the decentcy to write today , i dont know why , feeling all hungoveredd by yesterday's emo-time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill tell you what happened these couple of months while i was away , well not really away , i didnt really have the finger muscles to type as much as i did yesteryear . ill start with a melodramatically cheesy interlude entrance .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA DA DA DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortly after merentas desa , everybody was all riled up for the upcoming dreaded 'sukan tahunan' , me on the other side of every hand , didnt :) i was actually AJK for the buana's , no stress came into mind because of lacking activeness hihi . i did come for the meetings , i just didnt do anything , i cant even find people who could take part in the long jump , im , how you say it , a slacker , through and through .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer for every houses were created with really amazing feets , they were creative , fun , and , dare i say it , cheery :D haha okaay that was lame , but whatever , so okay ill skip to the stadium , on the big day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peple cheering , crowds gathering , contestants eagerly waiting for their time to show the world what theyve got , and for people like me , this will be our last chance . it was a good day actually , my house ended up getting third place , oh foshiznits , i dont care , its all about having fun that day :) i cheered for every house on everytime they won , every.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive recently discovered something new , all becauseof the help of my LK tuition teacher , first i thought he was playing , oh no he did not , he was making terribly attractive melodies , with just a piano rihgt beside our table , soon i realised that i too wanted to do the same , so i did some research , memorized scripts , and then played myself , and you what , it felt nice , real nice 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after that , ive been getting my ass off the couch , sorry this potatoe is not gonna repeat last year , i finish my homeworks now , seriously . no , seriously , i did , i passed up my work on time too :) sorry but im a tad bit proud of myself  , ill take this moment for myself , hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive also recently started to play and learn new things , left 4 dead is the bomb (Y) , sudoku's being addictive , and futsal is being more and more often came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this doesnt change a whole lot of me , and it doesnt effect the people around me , but i know this is an improvement from last year , bear with me to see what page is next for this fat boyy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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flavour'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-7747548336386820154</id><published>2009-03-15T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:34:25.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sheer cold aint that fun anymore</title><content type='html'>Everybody's different now , or maybe im the only one who's not changing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually tired of seeing these people , the people that means nothing but then it does , somehow with the tiniest , microscopic reason . i aint too fond of it neither , nor am i hating it .&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its just nice to be remembered once in ahwhile .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what id love to talk about right now ? i have absolutely positively no idea :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-7747548336386820154?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7747548336386820154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=7747548336386820154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/7747548336386820154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/7747548336386820154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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caring whoever , playing little wooden triangles to make robots out of , and just so you should know , very cool robots were designed when i had help :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my kidergarden friends which i can partially remember , Kamil , Zamir , Izar , Fariez  , i remember you guys all too dearly , every snack time came we would rush to our own seats , anxiously waiting for what the teacher brings us , i miss that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 years of kindergarden , i started primary school , and mind you , standard 1 aint that hard  , i was so excited with homeworks , learning and shit , i even once got number 4 in my class , soon i started to laze around , playing more with my friends , &lt;b&gt;getting fat&lt;/b&gt; , oh yeah i remember when i didnt care a whole lot about what people think of me , i just eat what i eat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upsr came , which marks the end of my primary life , stepping eagerly closer to teenagehood , if i had known what teenagers are at that time , if i could , if only , id stay at primary school . surprisingly enough , i got 5A's in upsr , har har har looks like i didnt laze around too much huh ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form 1 came , and so everything started to change , almost everything , i started learning geografi , sejarah , and mathematics had paper 2?!(i know) , that was so bullshit , haha but rather up i didnt do enough at pmr :/ ask me for my extension on elaboration on the results :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form 4 next , and still everything keeps changing , science was broken into 2 , chemistry and physics , and oh yeah i dont take bio , i take ED actually , engineering drawing , which is a whole lot fun-er than biology i can assure you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and came this year , the last year i would ever be studying with a uniform , the last year where i have to show myself that i can be what i want to be at sports , to show everybody , family , teachers and friends , that i can study 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last year i get to see new kids coming to our school , the last year to study with the people i grow up with , even the last year i get to see some of my friends , that i know after this , got big plans for themselves , to become the best of the best , ill miss that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last and but not least , this will be the last year that i'll hear the discipline teachers getting angry , shouting at everybody , laughs the hell out of me , well this year is already 1/4 over , il make it last , i hope , wish me luck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:B&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/299752628677046553-1339114787367551348?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1339114787367551348/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-7967188975467558906</id><published>2009-03-01T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:22:08.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because everybody knows</title><content type='html'>whats it like to be the one people want to talk to but not to listen to ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nearing the end of february now and i have no idea what am i doing here onlining , for some reason , spm marks havent been scratched on me yet , yet . if only there was just a button to switch on the hard-working me , if only people would care less about themselves , if only everybody liked everybody , if only .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been studying lately , more than i did , ever :O i know , im surprised aswell , up to now , my homework is not done on the eleventh hour , but rather the night after the teacher gives the assignment , i surprised myself , as i surprised other people too , well i hope you are :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying really hard not to socialise this time , because i dont think being socially active would help with everything , maybe yes maybe no , ive got my best here , that i meet everyday , almost every hour  , and sometimes extra on the weekends :) some social events are coming up , i might drop by to show face , but i dont think ill stay there for a long period time , or minutes 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this year , ive been think about what am i going to take after i finished school , im really thinking  , more than ive ever thought before , ive narrowed it down to two careers , either and engineer or achitect , i know there are branches from these careers , but i have to pick one of them first .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh yeah , i found my old passport pictures from my mum's drawers , and want to see what i came up with ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SapvkZRACSI/AAAAAAAAADY/PtxGvcrmAnU/s1600-h/DSC01688.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/_uckTK9DEegQ/SapvkZRACSI/AAAAAAAAADY/PtxGvcrmAnU/s320/DSC01688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308177781857716514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/299752628677046553-7967188975467558906?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7967188975467558906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=7967188975467558906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/7967188975467558906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/7967188975467558906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-everybody-knows.html' title='because everybody knows'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SapvkZRACSI/AAAAAAAAADY/PtxGvcrmAnU/s72-c/DSC01688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-8284116248473759009</id><published>2009-01-28T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:50:02.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Real stories about fake tales</title><content type='html'>its not that i dot want to write , i do want to , its just the sudden urge not to , when i have the idea of writing one , i dont have a computer nor laptop beside me to type it down to , when i do have the computer in my grasps , i tend to not write , how cool is that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ill probably wont be writing that often , or at all for the matter , but ill tell you this , ill write occasionally  , and ill compress little stories or tales if you will into only one short post , so bear with me , im not going no where , i aint leaving , i am right here , i never left :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay , ill try to make this as simple as i can , as innocent as pie if you will .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from what i remember , this year ive made some changes , pretty obvious ones you would say , i started playing maple story and i started out well , azril and khaz helped me along the way , and of course ida haha , so okay here's a picture ;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Dean/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCQS9hwJeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4Za9AfxCTyU/s1600-h/dvd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCQS9hwJeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4Za9AfxCTyU/s320/dvd.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296391817215878626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeseee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay , the game was fun at first , i played alot , almost everydat after school , there was a christmas event that made us had to collect books to get about 20k experience , and about 10k meso(rm in the real world) , i did alot of quests and now here i am , standting proud with my uprising star thief , azawowza 8) i only went up to about a level 31 Bandit , im not really playing it right now though , been busy with school work and such , but hey , its quite good looking dont you think (Y) chyeah i think so :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently my pet , sorceron in pet society has also been gifted , ciya gave me a tuksedo , thank you ciya :) i think my pet is also as good looking and a gentlemen to all other pets , including the female ladies :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCQmj9AZlI/AAAAAAAAACY/O4rssuyDqjw/s1600-h/ev.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCQmj9AZlI/AAAAAAAAACY/O4rssuyDqjw/s320/ev.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296392153948251730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sorceron aint got to many friends in facebook , so not manye chicas would know him , please add him up so he can shed some light on your gloomy day :D i used to play with my pet evernight during the holidays , but sadly my times are numbered , for i sleep early on school nights , as early as 9.30 and as late as 11.00 , how sad am i ? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allright then , those are two games that i played that required patient waiting , haih , well at least they got to look good , i think imma let them be that way just fine :) im quite proud with what i accomplished right now , i am , really C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay on to the next topic which is , the merentas desa haha , i havent really talked or thought about it until just now , i remembered the before scenes , sadly there are no pictures for i am sorry i did not took any :P so okay , before the merentas desa , almost everyday i tried to weave my big butt on to jog , i only managed to do it only twice before the real joggin starts . for you see i was doomed from the beginning .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the day were some people dreamt of , some people dreaded , and some people just dont care about , but for me , it was a day when i wanted to beat nasha hahaha , which sadly i didnt -_-" there are some scenes from before the race started ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCTQT7ZC5I/AAAAAAAAACg/Bj0-LtEX1Zc/s1600-h/l_4870159c56d1428aa784b36e9c66a2a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCTQT7ZC5I/AAAAAAAAACg/Bj0-LtEX1Zc/s320/l_4870159c56d1428aa784b36e9c66a2a6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296395070224272274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting ready :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCTvxZj6uI/AAAAAAAAACo/zQip_TanDRY/s1600-h/l_ccd3d1ac45cf4ee0a4323ce478208ffa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCTvxZj6uI/AAAAAAAAACo/zQip_TanDRY/s320/l_ccd3d1ac45cf4ee0a4323ce478208ffa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296395610711386850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;getting into postion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and so fears were soon had to be forgotten , and tears started flowing through some minds that were in this position , the starting position :O the whole week of training , jogging , working our butt off for only this , we knew we just had to do our best , but what i intended on doing was beating nasha , only :O hahaha so okay here was the dreaded starting line , which i was infront!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCUYitMg6I/AAAAAAAAACw/Pc8Aa3SMaU4/s1600-h/l_d9baa22236414f0ca84a797f708ce950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCUYitMg6I/AAAAAAAAACw/Pc8Aa3SMaU4/s320/l_d9baa22236414f0ca84a797f708ce950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296396311141843874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 seconds after it started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i liked this picture alot , because its shows what were getting ourselves into , a world or maybe mere minutes of tiring running , jogging and walking , just so we could gain points for our house , mine was green if you were wondering , haha so okay , i was on the left there , you couldnt really see me , but i was dedicated , yeah i was :B only for the first 10 - 15 minutes or so , oh yeah i was :) but then i got tired , for some reason .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped to catch a breather , i did , then i saw nasha was beside me , stopping aswell , before that , i met up with ryan , i was surprised to see him at the back (oh yeah , i was at the back) , i saw that he had a cramp , but he still continued jogging , what dedication :) i got passed him and i was determined to beat nasha . i passed him , and then he passed me -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay , at the end , if you want to know , in front of the gate , i was still beside nasha , stopping at the same time and jogging at the same rate of speed , so okay , suddenly it happened , out of nowhere nasha sprinted for the finishing line , i was half dead already , thinking i couldnt go on anymore , but i did , and i finished 5 or 6 metres behind nasha , that bastard haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good thing is i did beat a lot of last year's runners , oh yeah i did , some of them i can list down , khaz , aiman , haikal , ryan , and some more people i cant really put my finger on right now , but yeah , it was a good day , although the green house were dead last that day , i had fun :) purnama won btw with 700 over marks , we were last with 600 over , heh i hope we'l bounce back , im trying out for kawad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay enough of that , now ill be talking about the next topic , which is , Surabaya , i did go there for 5 days to be exact , i just got back actually , i went on the 23rd and was back on the 27th of january , half of my chinese new year was gone just like that , it was okay i guess , ill tell you what happened ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCWyZTmUmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vh093Fj9U00/s1600-h/f.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/_uckTK9DEegQ/SYCWyZTmUmI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vh093Fj9U00/s320/f.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296398954318418530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight from up above haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the people who was there with me were my family except apai and yameen , aunty yon's family , which are uncle An(kot) , Azam , kak Aina and kak Syana , and aunty ros's family , uncle Azmi and their two sons , Ezmir and Ezwan , sorry if i misspelled youre name :) so okay , first and foremost i didnt even wanted to go there , because i had an exam with mr aru the day after i got back , but i had to go -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay actually i am too lazy to put every picture here so ill just show you one of them that is worth seeing ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SY79oFDufXI/AAAAAAAAADA/RiZlOLgIJFQ/s1600-h/DSC01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SY79oFDufXI/AAAAAAAAADA/RiZlOLgIJFQ/s320/DSC01570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300452676456054130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SY790QFVAOI/AAAAAAAAADI/YKlUZY89o-k/s1600-h/DSC01571.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/_uckTK9DEegQ/SY790QFVAOI/AAAAAAAAADI/YKlUZY89o-k/s320/DSC01571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300452885573992674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL , i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/SY7-Iiv0LOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VZKd2GOxA4M/s1600-h/DSC01596.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/_uckTK9DEegQ/SY7-Iiv0LOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VZKd2GOxA4M/s320/DSC01596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300453234181418210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh yeah , i visited the House of Sampoerna ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so that about sums up the trip there , made some new friends though , okay laa , haha . one day maybe ill go there again and do the same thing again , as long as i could go in a group of friends who are willing haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay , i have been procrastinating this post for over 2 weeks now , im sorry it took so long , i was lazy , i know now and im sorry , and im sorry for mushing up many stories here , i knew myself that i would not be too worked up on writing a post , so bear with me , my next post might be a month or two away , but please , itll be worth reading :) haha if only .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/299752628677046553-8284116248473759009?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8284116248473759009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=8284116248473759009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/8284116248473759009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Yesterday</title><content type='html'>'09 hasnt really been all that exciting for me right now , nothing extraspectacularlyamazinglycool has happened , except the fact that i realised that this would be my senior year .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that made chills down and up my spines was that school is starting , my last year of school , ever , a part of me thinks hell yeah one more year , but something bothered me , other than the fact that i have to study and wake up early mornings again , something else bothered me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing that i cant get out of my head has been haunting me for quite some time now , i cant get it out of my head , you want to know what it is ? you really want to ? weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell , school's one thing , but the fact that i have to keep my hair short ? now thats injustice , thats just injustice . please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay , early yesterday i woke up at aroun 12 , no surprises there , i had to wake up &lt;b&gt;early&lt;/b&gt; cause of friday's prayer , shortly after that i followed afiq and izzat , afiq was going to buy a new thingamajiggy(i forgot the name) , anyway the thing is to make it possible for you to ride your bike in your home , oh yeah i forgot to mention that afiq bought a raaad road bike , coolios (y) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , i followed both of them , but i did asked if we could pick up Azril , which we did shortly after that , after we bought some dunkin doughnuts :9 hahaha okay so , we went to Damansara , i couldnt believe how far it was , and then Afiq bought the thingamajiggy , which cost about rm800 O_O , hookay im not here to judge , but i think people should not take bike riding seriouslyy haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Damansara , we were on our way to go to Tesco , because Azril and I , (gulping sound) wanted , to  , cut , our friggin haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir :( well not wanted , but needed -_-" stupid school rules . we were mere about 500 metres from tesco when , Azril said to me , " weih , Sharifah Amani ! belah kanan ni weih!" so okaaay , i asked Afiq to drive a little faster , then we all looked right at this nice dark blue mercedes , and when i said all , i meant all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly , Afiq's dad's Honda accidently hit a black Perdana , and we thought , SHIIIIIIIIIIIT O_O i demanded afiq to hit and run :P but we didnt , instead the driver pulled over , and so did we , the man went out of the car ,  so did Afiq , he was friggin mad , oh god :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man demanded Afiq his dad's number , bt he gave him his number , sneaky eey ? the phone was in the car , there was 6 or 7 miss calls from the guy O_O maaan is he dedicated haha , there wasnt even a scratch on the car! cmon maaan , he was mad , Afiq wanted to pay him but he refused . Me , Azril and Izzat were in the car , laughing hahaha waiting patiently for him to give up , which he did , after 98370945983753 minutes later , he asked Afiq to make his dad call after that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were scared , so we asked Acap Zab to help us , haha he wanted to  , we gave him the specifics , he was about to call WHEN , Afiq's mom called and said to go home right now :S So he abandoned us in Tesco where me and Azril was about to take our , err , dare i say it ,  HAIRCUT :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay , we were waiting in line , cause there was like 3 more customers in front of us waiting to let their hair be cut , heh , i saw Izzudin was there too :D he's this kinf of geekish kid from 4sc2 , haha i said hello , but he didnt say hi back , snobbish geek , hahaha well whatever , i got over it , cause i was too busy saying goodbye to Aza jr(which was my hair at that time)  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came , Azril was first , me watching his hair being cut , i almost cried , i almost did , well not really haha. Then it was my turn , oh oh my  ,  i wanted to look like Dane Cook from Good Luck Chuck , but sadly i didnt , he turned me into this new thing  , short version of Travis Barker , ceh takde la hahaha . It was sad , real sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the massacre , we both took a cab to school , we played football there , at one point , Luqman slapped me , haha if you want to know why , please ask :) well he apologised later that evening , but sokay , its all good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening , oh yes , its not over just yet , me , Afiq , Azril , Aiman and Khaz went to Pelita for some grub , we met up with Amir taf and his older brother , Zahir Qayum , i havent seen him in ages :O haha so after some mouth-drooling Nasi Kandar :9 , we went back at aroun 10.30 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah i forgot to mention that today was Azril's 17th birthdaaaaaaaaaaaay! Happy Birthday maaaaaaaaaan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;what a day , what a day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-5816223654620468163?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5816223654620468163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=5816223654620468163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/5816223654620468163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/5816223654620468163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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makes us want to make a new us , new resolutions are made , new people to meet , new teachers , new you , new me , new us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it sounded rather exciting and great , a part of me still lives in the past and wanting more , more of the old things that made last year filled with smiles and cheers , the old place we used to hang out , the people we used to hang out with , the class that we were assigned to , the teachers that taught us , everything , evertything changing , change is good , but when everything changes , you have mere thoughts of the past and how it could have been the best , because you cant relive it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god , how quick does time go seriously ? im still living on when there was not really pressure in me , pmr was just over , the results just came and now i am just starting to enjoy whats what , but i guess its over now , a new year , my last year's resolution has not been completed with flying colors , not even an inch improved , and now a new year is upon us , new resolutions being made .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that i would study more , would be friendly to so much more people , meet many new people , not to lose contact with friends , not to get into fights , to love more and argue less , to apologise to whom that needs to be said sorry to , to help people that need it , to not hold a grudge , i know the odds are against me , but i am trying , i am trying really hard to be the best that i can be , without being teased by other people , but to be respected by them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year is upon us , let people that are taking important exams such as yours truly be covered by books , for SPM for me is jsut around the corner , a stone's throw away if you will , and it is not going to be an easy year , as form 4 studies were not as good as i thought it would be , i would have to work double hard to reach my goal , and that goal is , to be a better me , i know now that the best challenge is to challenge myself , i will and i will work hard , even a point zero zero zero one percent of improvement would do for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year and god bless us for letting us have the chance to re-do or re-create what we might have did wrong and to improve ourselves for a whole nother year ,  2009 , i guess i just have to get used to it , haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God , please make this year as slow as possible , make it so that i can stop to smell the lovely white roses in front of me , make it as slow as a snail entering a 10km race , and finishing .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-624346510914708949?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/624346510914708949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-9050743316392123868</id><published>2008-12-15T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:20:22.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A brief explanation</title><content type='html'>maybe its the holidays , but for all of you who reads this right now , im sorry i did not blog that much right now , i think i have writers block , huahuahua , well i dont know , the holidays seem all the same to me now , and im not as excited as i am on the few last days of school last october , haih .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-9050743316392123868?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-1551316653433404308</id><published>2008-12-11T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:40:28.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Correct Me If Im Wrong , Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you kiss her, you  are not a gentleman. If you don't, you are not a man. If you praise her, she  thinks you are lying. If you don't, you are good for nothing. If you agree to  all her likes, you are a wimp. If you don't, you are not understanding. If you  visit her often, she thinks it is boring. If you don't, she accuses you of  double-crossing. If you are well dressed, she says you are a playboy. If you  don't, you are a dull boy. If you are jealous, she says it's bad. If you don't,  she thinks you do not love her. If you attempt a romance, she says you didn't  respect her. If you don't, she thinks you do not like her. If you are a minute  late, she complains it's hard to wait. If she is late, she says that's a girl's  way. If you visit another man, you're not putting in "quality time". If she is  visited by another woman, "oh it's natural, we are girls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you kiss her once in a while, she professes you are cold. If  you kiss her often, she yells that you are taking advantage. If you fail to help  her in crossing the street, you lack ethics. If you do, she thinks it's just one  of men's tactics for seduction. If you stare at another woman, she accuses you  of flirting. If she is stared by other men, she says that they are just  admiring. If you talk, she wants you to listen. If you listen, she wants you to  talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-1551316653433404308?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1551316653433404308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=1551316653433404308' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/1551316653433404308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/1551316653433404308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/correct-me-if-im-wrong-please.html' title='Correct Me If Im Wrong , Please'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-2284168966557316536</id><published>2008-12-05T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:35:41.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To whoever it may concern , this would be my second posting of this , i just felt like this needed to be read once more , and to people who didnt read this before , please do :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear girl , &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel that the time has come for me to have a girlfriend . I know you're out there somewhere . Dont worry , ill find you . whether its intentional or not , however the surrounding will be , ill find you , and hope that you're searching for the same thing as i am .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when i do find you , i hope you'll love me because im aza , not because im apai's , yameen's , or even amil's brother . I hope you wont be embarrassed when my clothes dont match , or be annoyed when i want to watch arsenal on ESPN , instead of the OC .i hope you remember that i play football , not basketball , and that i play offense , i cant play defense that often nor goallie , and that every weekend i like to go out to watch a movie .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i pray that you'll love me despite my tendency to forget birthdays , and if your parents invite to dinner , please right me their names really small on my hands so i can use it as reference . Please know that i will always act strong and in control ,  but inside i am actually lost and confused (just dont tell anyone) . Please dont worry for me if i fall or hurt myself while playing . Instead , be there to mend my wounds with kisses . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Understand this , loving each other means being together , but not all the time . We should never bail on our friends . Also understand that i may at times jelous and over protective ,  but only because i have insecurities and not because you are not doing anything wrong .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if we fall out of love with one another , please dont hate me . and if i cry infront of you , please dont laugh at me . Please know that i am sensitive ... in a manly , tough kind of way . Please be honest with me without being hurtful . After all , i am a boy. And i promise to always be honest with you , because you deserve honesty . i promise to open doors for you and buy your tickets for movies when we go out .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No , youre not fat , so please dont constantly ask me if you look fat or not , and you dont need makeup either . dont be upset if you cut your hair i didnt notice , i will still love you in levi's and a t-shirt . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you dont think i'm asking too much from you , i just want to be happy making you happy. Im coming to find you , so dont go anywhere .Stay wherever you are , whoever you are . And by the way , im Aza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours always , &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-2284168966557316536?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2284168966557316536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=2284168966557316536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/2284168966557316536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/2284168966557316536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-girl.html' title='hi girl'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-276034362413493049</id><published>2008-11-30T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:40:47.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football fans turn your attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/STOU3sA0GRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZLUanaOGMxI/s1600-h/r2099202411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/STOU3sA0GRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZLUanaOGMxI/s320/r2099202411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274723273009273106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Gunners gun down Blues"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Arsenal back in title race"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Its not over just yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Twas a night to remember , after win at the emirates against the devils , the gunners were in very poor form , lost the last two games and looks like it was going to be all over for Arsene and his young squad of players .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked to be an easy win for chelsea at the bridge , pundits , bets , and pools gone on saying that chelsea will win , it was almost easy money , with the form that chelsea had , and the form that arsenal are playing right now , very poor to say the least .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so after work i decided to watch the match at afiq's , but they had other ideas , went to de instead , more screaming can be allowed there , haha . before the match i watch the devils win over man city in a manchester derby held at the city of manchester stadium , it was quite interesting , mostly the part where city goalkeeper , which name escapes me , went attacking infront and ended up saving the save of the week by rooney's ambitious try from the halfway line , was quite indeed a great save :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay , on to the match , at de , the game started with chelsea having the more possesion with the ball and most chances in the half , the grueling part was when djourou scored and own goal from the ball kicked from bosingwa , heh , at half time we decided to go back to afiq's only realising that his sister brought the only keys out to pelita and we were stuck outside , watching intently from the window the matchcast of the game , whilst his dad was in the house , enjoying the inside life , haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN! van persie stunned the fans , pundits , and even viewers at home at what arsenal can really do , with a goal , that i thought was offside , everybody else did thought it was offside , except the linesman and referee , heh ironic dont yo think . so okay it was 1-1 and still a lot more football to come .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 3 minutes , arsenal put the mouths of the critics shut with a very lovely strike form 10 yards with a turning , making arsenal lead by 2 goals to one , and the goal that he struck turned out to be the winning goal and chelsea were yet again defeated at home , arsenal in the second half was like another team from the first half . it was a night to remember .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a night , what a night , after the game finally afiq's sister came back with the keys then we went in , watched meet the spartans AGAIN , and played the computer for ahwhile , slept at around 6 o'clock then woke up at 1 something with hairspray on HBO , haha , but we had to go back home cause of afiq going to the bike shop and going somewhere else with his dad , haha my day is partially over , but its not over yet , its only three thirty now , and i think imma go get some shut eye , cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-276034362413493049?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/276034362413493049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=276034362413493049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/276034362413493049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/276034362413493049'/><link 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old teenager would do every morning , we sleep :) we sleep until noon , or so i hoped , an unexpected surprise from an unexpected phonecall , ireeen caaallledd :DD for some reason i dont know , but to hell with that , she called me to invite me to sunway , so i did , because its been ages , eeh , let me rephrase , decades since ive seen her 8| you could tell how long it was .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay i got up , showered , got dressed and asked dad to send me to the ktm , and he did , oh yeah , i borrowed 50 from amil cause mum wasnt home haha . so okay after reaching subang jaya , i waited , waited , and waited some more for a bus to come to take me to sunway , i got fed up then walked up to subang parade then took a cab for just only 9 bucks , before this , me and my friends , the cab fee was 4 bucks per person , we were sliced by our throats that time , so i thought that time time would be a good deal ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally at 2 , i reached sunway pyramid with hope that i would get to see once more ,  the midget i miss :) we met at haagen dasz or whatever you call it , hugged then walk around , &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; . we did nothing , firstly it was jasmine cafe , for me that was like a regular time going to the cafe , eating and hanging out there , but not for ireen , for she have not been to jasmine cafe before , ever :O so i took her there , the location was quite secret(ceh) haha takde lah , it was hidden though .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay i had roti sardine and teh o ais , and i had to treat ireen here to some teh ais , which looked good , which i didnt get to taste some , haha , but nevermind , im a good person kot i treated her :) haha so okay ,  after some chow we head on to the movie teather to see what's on , the movies were lame , quote me saying , "bosan ah" at ireen , okay that was not really necesarry but so what , my blog , my mind , my decisions &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just walked and walked , and walked , while talking , mostly we talked about people , other people other than ourselves of course , its great talking to her , because i feel comfortable talking to someone who can understand me , hahaha poyooooo but whatever , oh yeah i found out that her family adpoted a kid , how sweeeeeeet of them , i think the name was jovinna , and she's a girl :) ehem ehem. just you wait , im coming to visit her :) and you too ireen haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay , we walked then suddenly bumped into her boyfriend , adam , we shook hands , AND SO THE AZAIREEN'S DAY WAS RUINED -_-" malas nak cerita dah , i went home then went out with afiq to summit for some dinner , also followed by aiman , khaz , and izzat  , it was a fun day , lucky i didnt work that day , my only day off , and i spent it wisely hihi :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-245193234134906038?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-7227472239235641790</id><published>2008-11-18T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:24:41.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning form my dad's emails :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#008000;"&gt;I was buying a sport coat a few  weeks ago and Mark Michaels, the owner of the store and I were discussing  parenting. He told me that while he and his wife and seven-year-old daughter  were out for dinner, his daughter knocked over her water-glass. After the water  was cleaned up without any recriminating remarks from her parents, she looked up  and said, "You know, I really want to thank you guys for not being like other  parents. Most of my friends' parents would have yelled at them and given them a  lecture about paying more attention. Thanks for not doing that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once, when I was having dinner with some friends, a similar  incident happened. Their five-year-old son knocked over a glass of milk at the  dinner table. When they immediately started on him, I intentionally knocked my  glass over, too. When I started to explain how I still knock things over even at  the age of 48, the boy started to beam and the parents seemingly got the message  and backed off. How easy it is to forget that we are all still  learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-7227472239235641790?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7227472239235641790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=7227472239235641790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/7227472239235641790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/7227472239235641790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/learning-form-my-dads-emails.html' title='learning form my dad&apos;s emails :)'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-8149578748606402965</id><published>2008-11-15T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:31:51.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly , fly , fly-niversary !</title><content type='html'>sooooooooo , yesterday was fun , real fun i guess , the birthday of one of most famous radio stations in malaysia , and a birthday party was done , how fun could that be ? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okaaay lets start off with the night before , i was working , then azril khaz msged me saying to sleep over at afiq's  cause they'd be lotsa people there , and they were lots of people , surprisingly . afiq's parents had gone to jakarta for a couple of days and so , we decided to make use of that , haha . afiq picked me up using his mom's mercedes O_o at 11 , i was off and so we went to afiq's for some leisure time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leisure time wasnt so much fun when losing at poker -_-" and losing at winnning eleven , and not getting nasi lemak because it was all out , cis haha . lets see , the head count was 10 i remember quite well , there was me , azril , khaz , afiq , fendi , aiman , acap , fariez , nasha and izzat , yeah thats all i think , others didnt make it , and sure hell did they miss a lot of fun , haha poyo je .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt sleep , or so we'd hoped , we played , and played , AND played , until it was around 6 o'clock , haha oh yeah , we watch saw 5 , it was really gross with bodies everywhere , and the game where we had to kill to survive , haha it was totally awesome , and most of the time i didnt understood the movie , maybe because i didnt watch saw 1-4 hahahaha , probably , i dont know , maybe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we slept and 6 , and when i woke up , there was only 3 people left in front of me O_o i asked them where everybody was , afiq said they went home already , and it was like , 10 in the morning , haha so then fendi called to say that he and ajib was gonna go to ou at around 11 or so , so i figured allright , ill follow since i have nothing better to do at home all day , better to waste my time at somewhere else , haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went back and met up with ajib and fendi at DE , so okay then we took a cab to ou that cost 30 bucks , cis the cab driver , pfft . ajib and fendi met there respective dates , whilst leaving me alone , but i didnt mind , i walked with them for about 3-4 hours or so , more or less , the kids were noisy , the kids that ajib and fendi met , their respective dates lah katakan , i walked faster in front of them , embarrased -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate about twice kot , first i had a sipcy chicken mcdeluxe , yum yum :) soon after that i brought them to the jetty for some good old nasi goreng kampung , double yum :) haha so okay we didnt watch a movie because it will be a waste of time , better waste our time at the arcade , betul tak ? haha chyeah , i played this punching game with ajib , which he lost by a landslide , haha i dont blame him , i am pretty awesome , hahaha ceh poyo jee .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay , around 4 or so , people started to pile up at ou , like every kind of fashion you know , and some we dont even know about , was there , you cant imagine how much people were there , shufflers , rempits , punks , rockers , hip hoppers , everybodyyy . so okay we tried to stay as far as we can from them , but they were all over the place , like , everywhere , we had to give in .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met a whole lot of people there , most of them myspacers which i dont meet very often , but it was allright , it was very fun meeting them again , let me list some of them , if i can remember , i met diyana , ryda , aqilla vanilla , lana , farisha , lanee , nurul , sarah , ciya , sofia , intan , spanky , nina , nana , syaza , sarah , jeff , nisha , aina , just to name a few :P all of these people i dont see pretty often , i usually see them during these events , which was the only reason i went there , haha .  i really wanted to see ireen again , but she couldnt go , i met her sister aida though , heh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then it started , with bands and singers , moshers everywhere could make the building at the side crumble , it was louddd , it was great . the mosh pit was great , i saw people mosh their hearts out , haha some just watching intently from behind , i was in the middle of the crowd so i knew how it felt , to be free :) ceh poyo haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so around 11 it was over  , and all the shufflers soon came in , for their night of dancing . the techno beats were astonishing , as loud as can be , i thought to myself that those shufflers must be having their time of their lives , haha so we went to kfc for a while for some drinks , them we went to search for a cab .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 3425562536245624566 hours later , a cab was found , and surprisingly , it was 28 bucks only , we thought the after midnight the cost would be double , and we gathered our money around 50 bucks or so , but it turned out that it was cheaper then when we came , pfft the cabbie that took us there earlier -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we stopped at DE again for foood , i was hungry as hell , so i ate nasi lauk ayam , and telur dadar 8) gosh it was good , then we went back to fendi's for the night , slept there and i woke up at 1 , went home and then to write this stupid blog for those of you who didnt made it to the fly fm fly-niversary , haha so yeah , i had fun 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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!'/><author><name>Azarif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798586663482699473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uckTK9DEegQ/TJTBn66hE8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/KwqWwa8M990/S220/DSC00990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-299752628677046553.post-33418703204442205</id><published>2008-11-11T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:30:38.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the  past remains unspoken , until now</title><content type='html'>hi , you know who you are , i rememberd the times we were together , the times we were laughing our asses off and the times we fight , now it seems funny to me now that i thought about it , haha . today i stand before you now to say a few words , to whom it may concern .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i commented you on myspace was because i wanted to see how you were doing with your competitions , i asked how you were , you replied , we hit it off . soon after on the day i got your number , i messaged &lt;i&gt;'i miss you'&lt;/i&gt; , was because i missed the times we chatted together , we havent met yet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was walking by shah alam mall alone , going to buy some food ,  yes i remembered i wanted to eat mcds , then you msged , telling that all your friends were there , and my friends were there too ,  i said no i dont want to to come because my friends did not invite me , but what the hell , you did not quit and soon after i came .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we played in your front yard , chemistry grew , we had been msging almost at most everynight without fail , i usually remembered that i slept early , everyday , because at that time , i had a new year's revolution to so better at school , thats why i slept early everyday , im sorry :) soon after i came to your house at night while i was sleeping over at a buds place , and your house was close . you said that only you and your dad was at home and you invited me over , unnoticedly .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a conversation about what we wanted to do when we were older , the past soon came up , then came the present . we talk for about 2 hours then i went back .  we grew fond of each other and soon after we were going out in public , i remember that we used to had an argument which had us kissing most of the time , cheeks only laah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won that day with 4 kisses , with her losing badly , eerr not really bad but still , about 2 or 3 kisses , haha . i remembered when you were scared youd get MD ,(i still cant remember what is that) haha but anyways , i hugged you so tight at ou , hoping youd forget about it and let it be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as our first anni came , i bought you a rose(fake one) , its a plastic rose that is kinda cute id say , about 8 inches long , and you wrapped that around your wrist the whole time we were at sunway , how sweet :) i felt something that i hadnt felt before , which im not gonna say :P we had fun , we have our ups and downs , and now we are friends , kan ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to so ever who read this , some of you might know who this is , and some off you dont , but just to be sure , those were the best 3 months i had with a girl , ever , and i would never , almost never will be able to forget about it , thank you so much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-33418703204442205?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/33418703204442205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=33418703204442205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Hello hello ,  this time , this time i want to try out a new blog , the older one's okay but i feel its time for change , and many things that has change , i should to , everybody's changing and i dont feel the same .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know , or you should know that i write a alot , i do like to write , but only for myself , i dont really like doing writing homework haha . you can visit my old blog at azaaaa.vox.com , only if you want to read some shits and crap i wrote , sometime being emo and all , haha , to all who's reading this , i advance an apology for my behaviour .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know this is the interlude  so there aint too many stuffs id say because this is the intro , ill post more later on stuffs thats been going around here , my part time job , my love life , my school exams , my friend's feud , family and a lot more wherever i can get my mind into , i just write what i think about , sometimes i write faster that what im thinking , haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you get to know me , im very friendly to talk to and you can talk to me about anything , i might just make a stupid joke , so cope with it , i am like that , cant change whats what :) i like meeting new people and talking to them , i talk even more when im meeting a new friend than with an old one , seriously , i hate awkward time , you know awkward time , the time where you want to get out of there as fast as possible before you kill yourself wondering what you should have said , the silence is deadly , in many ways .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should know about me that i like to go out to watch a movie , i may not be on the web 24/7 , but i get my times , i dont like to stay home for more than a day or so , i am like that , i like hanging  out with friends and just do nothing , maybe watch a movie , or maybe just going to the nearest &lt;i&gt;mamak&lt;/i&gt; to talk crap , i am like that , so if you want to meet me , anytimes a good time :) im nice dont worry .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think this will be the end for my interlude for my 2nd blog , i hope you'll cope with my intentions and action in the coming blogs to come , thanks for not being a prick by reading all this , and you probably didnt , haha but thanks anyway , toodles , oh by the way , im aza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/299752628677046553-945156207980507464?l=azaaaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azaaaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/945156207980507464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=299752628677046553&amp;postID=945156207980507464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/299752628677046553/posts/default/945156207980507464'/><link rel='self' 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