<?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-7185845173791594927</id><updated>2011-10-24T12:31:07.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch Drunk Love</title><subtitle type='html'>i burnt a hole in the sky</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2285268933051925817</id><published>2011-05-24T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:28:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPG FC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Forget to tell you, University Peer Group (UPG) of Multimedia University Cyberjaya campus officially have their own football club called UPG FC! A team formed by the president himself, managed by a graduated senior, under the command of ex-president of UPG and also consist of members of the club , fellow mmu-ians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Guessed it's too late to tell you the whole story, but I'll cut it short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Our 1st friendly match we were trashed by Saracens FC 4-1 , next SDX 3-1. The streak goes on where we were beaten by Spirulina FC 3-0. Draw against Nemesis and Atletico Assassino boosted the team for the first victory against SDX where UPG FC won 1-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-6_1Gqnf3w/TdwJHsOCKnI/AAAAAAAAA3I/H2Vj1_C_XbU/s1600/190592_206786036000751_100000080691884_843720_6283304_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-6_1Gqnf3w/TdwJHsOCKnI/AAAAAAAAA3I/H2Vj1_C_XbU/s320/190592_206786036000751_100000080691884_843720_6283304_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610369263530551922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;The reality behind the underdog team of MMU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Next ahead, the President Cup of MMU. We participated in this cup just to gain experience playing in a tournament, with the help of some experienced players mainly on loan from Saracens FC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1oQVpoo3CA/TdwJH7IkHWI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wbS3HPReSoM/s1600/206267_10150173222528896_525758895_6817000_1181915_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1oQVpoo3CA/TdwJH7IkHWI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wbS3HPReSoM/s320/206267_10150173222528896_525758895_6817000_1181915_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610369267534142818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Luck wasn't on our side, our first match was against FnF , champion of MMU premier league last semester. We were trashed 4-0 and dropped to the loser bracket. A bit demotivated with the lost, UPG FC grew stronger against the next opponent in the loser bracket. We won 2-0 against Nusantara FC, 2-1 against KKB and  guess what? WE MADE IT TO THE FINAL! A win against Abu Dhabi FC thru penalty kick ensures all the players in UPG FC end the tournament with a gold medal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrPrChUQ8Ec/TdwJIUzE4mI/AAAAAAAAA3g/S1RUyirHgYk/s1600/230799_217841681561853_100000080691884_928272_7939946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrPrChUQ8Ec/TdwJIUzE4mI/AAAAAAAAA3g/S1RUyirHgYk/s320/230799_217841681561853_100000080691884_928272_7939946_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610369274423337570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Though it's only champion of the loser pool, this win will put UPG FC name on top of the list and may it become a bait to lure good players from MMU to play with this club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cWsFJeEjXoA/TdwJH7b41SI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pevw5xYhP4c/s1600/223336_10150185897358896_525758895_6943138_4801372_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cWsFJeEjXoA/TdwJH7b41SI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pevw5xYhP4c/s320/223336_10150185897358896_525758895_6943138_4801372_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610369267615192354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Players&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Goalkeeper&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bagok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Syafix(loan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Defender&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Azri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jidin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Amirul Fikri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Azzat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bullah(loan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Syafix(loan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Adul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Izzat(loan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Midfielder&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shahrul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Topek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hanis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Avi©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Irfan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Aiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mattop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wan (loan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Striker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hadhri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Messifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Muiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Shafie (manager)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tips from the players&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadhri believed that by going to the toilet before the match starts will help you gain agility during the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adul and Hanis believed that Redbull will boost our performance during the game. Half can before the match and half can during the half time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager himself, Shafie(Pai) thinks that by watching adult stuffs before the match will decrease your stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahrul gained stamina by jogging. Not with his legs, but with his hands. On his bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not eat Curry Chicken 15 minutes before the match, ask Jidin what happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, do not. I REPEAT, do not judge my bra hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXJcDKpX4cU/TdwUHj3yoNI/AAAAAAAAA3o/0UVW9zbrntM/s1600/230491_10150185891648896_525758895_6943038_5402522_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXJcDKpX4cU/TdwUHj3yoNI/AAAAAAAAA3o/0UVW9zbrntM/s320/230491_10150185891648896_525758895_6943038_5402522_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610381355917680850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an honor to fight along with you, Sir Bra-Hook. No lah, its a strap for spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2285268933051925817?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2285268933051925817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2285268933051925817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2285268933051925817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2285268933051925817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2011/05/upg-fc.html' title='UPG FC'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-6_1Gqnf3w/TdwJHsOCKnI/AAAAAAAAA3I/H2Vj1_C_XbU/s72-c/190592_206786036000751_100000080691884_843720_6283304_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-1298997253414649338</id><published>2011-05-22T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T14:55:13.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Hello people! Yeah, dusty blog-don't need to mention. Bro decided not to pay for the internet bills because there's no one using it at home. I'm on my phone all the time, refreshing facebook page and spamming twitter's timeline. That's the only way to cure my boredom here at home. (follow me on twitter @AzzatK :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on semester leave currently since I got only one subject to be taken on short semester. So I decided not to take the subject and carry forward to the next upcoming semester. 3 months of holiday, not doing anything other than hanging around with my hometown friends, begging some extra pocket money from my mom for me to watch movie and stuff all those junk foods in my stomach. No achievements made, really. Reverting back to my campus life in few weeks from now. Gotta achieve something academically to gain back the oldman's trust. Tell you something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SUSPECTED ME TAKING DRUGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is serious. No joke, I'm not in the mood for joke. I woke up early yesterday and sent my mom to Pullman Hotel, Putrajaya. I got home at 11am and had an afternoon nap till 3.30pm. Friends already planned to watch movie, so to cut the story short, I went back home at 9pm. I slept till did not realize it was 2am and did not eat anything for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8gGWHraGos/TdmGETtojII/AAAAAAAAA3A/8xBGDqNDo5E/s1600/McD%2BDrive%2BThru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8gGWHraGos/TdmGETtojII/AAAAAAAAA3A/8xBGDqNDo5E/s320/McD%2BDrive%2BThru.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609662219435936898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the drums rolling in my stomach, off I go- to find something to munch on. Dad called me once I started my car engine. He asked me where am I going late at night?&lt;br /&gt;Told him I'm going to find something to eat since there's nothing in the kitchen. AND...he replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only drug addicts go out late at night, are you taking up drugs?!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned it so many time when I came back. Telling that drugs addict don't belong to the family; don't do drugs because he don't want me to fail in my life and he spent too much on my university fees. The problem is......I tell you my fellow readers...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wph-E44UNIY/TdmF3E55GbI/AAAAAAAAA24/YObLPgs1WEY/s1600/funny-pictures-hungry-cat-asks-if-you-can-spot-the-problem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wph-E44UNIY/TdmF3E55GbI/AAAAAAAAA24/YObLPgs1WEY/s320/funny-pictures-hungry-cat-asks-if-you-can-spot-the-problem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661992122522034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T DO DRUGS! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons why I always go out late at night is because of games. Yes, I sacrificed my nightlife to the cybercafes with the lads. Playing Call of Duty IV Multiplayer, WC3 Digimon Map, DotA. Hey, that's far away from drugs, thou they share the common thing; addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, screw this holiday. Can't wait to get back to my campus life where I'll be rotting in my hostel room doing nothing and there's no one to shout at me here and there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-1298997253414649338?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/1298997253414649338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=1298997253414649338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1298997253414649338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1298997253414649338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2011/05/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8gGWHraGos/TdmGETtojII/AAAAAAAAA3A/8xBGDqNDo5E/s72-c/McD%2BDrive%2BThru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-3995212878605973381</id><published>2011-04-18T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:11:05.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL</title><content type='html'>happy new year. haha new year jadahnya. ok motivational boost for this year. CARIK GEPREN UNTUK BUAT BINI, BUKAN UNTUK SUKA SUKA. sekian wassalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : maap entry pendek haram macam nak post kat twitter.&lt;br /&gt;p/s : aku malas nak update blog&lt;br /&gt;p/s : banyak plak p/s p/s ni. haha ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-3995212878605973381?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/3995212878605973381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=3995212878605973381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3995212878605973381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3995212878605973381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2011/04/april.html' title='APRIL'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-5108546109635342539</id><published>2011-04-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:01:55.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going emo on this post since I can't tolerate anymore keeping this story all by myself. If you're not interested to read, then you better not read. This is more to self rambling post to release my tense,anger and disappointment to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am on my semester leave till May. I've planned this and that before my holiday and up till now, none were executed. Procrastinate king I am, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we were like yesterday, the first few weeks when I met you. We talked, we chat, we laughed together. I need the old you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I can only watch you from far. One year of effort doesn't even open up your eyes, yes every person has their limits anyhow I'm pushing my boundaries and overcome my limits. Smile is too fake when I'm infront of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying , being like this for good. At least I'm comfortable with who I am now. I don't need any attention from you, take it all away to your.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, don't be a denial. Yes this post is truly dedicated to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-5108546109635342539?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/5108546109635342539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=5108546109635342539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5108546109635342539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5108546109635342539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-going-emo-on-this-post-since-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-8329219878669691850</id><published>2011-02-13T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:15:20.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still a random shite from me</title><content type='html'>Selamat hari kekasih - it doesn't sound that bad if compared to HAPPY VALENTINES DAY. To the lads , treat your girl in a manner ; wear condoms and don't worry about cooties anymore. Joking, hahah! but just in case, never buy a condom in a malay-owned shop ; they'll give you one kind of cock stare. I'm still wondering why they give that kind of cock stare when they're the one who actually selling the product?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left another two papers before my final examination ends. To be precise , two critical paper - Maths and Digital System. I'm not good with numbers, if you can read this 什么是整合 PLEASE TEACH ME MATHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled upon my mom's Facebook just now , and I saw something - My wallpost , I posted my financial statement and fees for this semester on her wall. My mom have to settle the fees because of shitty PTPTN issues. And now I felt bad, what if I don't get good for my exams? It's too late to regret? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Nirvana's Song really widened my eyes. Kurt , a brilliant guy with outstanding talents , gifted with people around him who showered him with love, suicided at the age of 27. What am I gonna be when I'm 27?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main point, yes about the Valentines Day. Some political eunuch people started to go gaga over this issue. I'm not saying that I go along with the Valentine idea but think back, as per said by Obefiend in his blog -  If they wanna ban the Muslims from celebrating Valentines Day, why not ban the New Year celebration, Teacher's Day, and heck even your BIRTHDAY! If they think that people only commit 'zina' on valentines day, they must be crazy. Go on, catch those people who commit 'zina' on Valentines day, cut their dick off , remove their testicles and put it in a jar so others won't do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian ; they're too hypocrite. Just admit that you don't celebrate Valentines day because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.memegenerator.net/Forever-Alone/File/142442/Forever-Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://images.memegenerator.net/Forever-Alone/File/142442/Forever-Alone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.memegenerator.net/Forever-Alone/File/142442/Forever-Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://images.memegenerator.net/Forever-Alone/File/142442/Forever-Alone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.memegenerator.net/Forever-Alone/File/142442/Forever-Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://images.memegenerator.net/Forever-Alone/File/142442/Forever-Alone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.memegenerator.net/Forever-Alone/File/142442/Forever-Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://images.memegenerator.net/Forever-Alone/File/142442/Forever-Alone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines , mom. Thanks for your passionate love that bring me where I am today. 7320 days on this planet earth, and still counting. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-8329219878669691850?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/8329219878669691850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=8329219878669691850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8329219878669691850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8329219878669691850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-random-shite-from-me.html' title='still a random shite from me'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2501515607790731284</id><published>2011-02-04T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:58:52.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is an unwanted post, please ignore it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al-sebut lah kisah , tiga sahabat mengembara mencari pengalaman di kota raya. Ijmal , Cewang dan Awang singgah di sebuah bangunan yang dikatakan di penuhi dengan populasi manusia berspesis suka berbelanja dan gemar makanan arab. Tidak mereka sangka bahawa tempat yang dianggap padang pasir itu juga terdapat sebuah tapak ice skating yang tidak diketahui asal usulnya. Dikatakan ice rink tersebut adalah illusi yang dicipta oleh seorang pakar illusi yang diberi nama David Blazzat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRV9gO8yQB6OnYF4SkDfLKQq03cRE70RvvF-tqKVZYMxZWqu0_Y"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 174px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRV9gO8yQB6OnYF4SkDfLKQq03cRE70RvvF-tqKVZYMxZWqu0_Y" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keunikan seni bina bangunan tersebut menyebabkan mereka terpaku. Piramid yang digabung dengan singa adalah satu simbolik seni bina yang agung. Tatkala mereka leka menikmati pemandangan sekeliling yang cantik , Ijmal terasa kurang selesa kerana pundi kencing beliau sudah penuh. Maka, tiga sahabat mengembara mencari tempat melempiaskan segala yang ada di dalam tubuh mereka (specifically pundi kencing, jangan fikir bukan bukan weh)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ditemukan mereka dengan sebuah tandas yang mempunyai seni reka yang tidak ubah seperti tandas di belakang rumah atuk aku di Bukit Temiang. Ijmal dengan buasnya mengeringkan pundi kencing beliau dan tiba tiba, beliau ternampak sebijik mata yang sedang mengintip beliau di celah rekahan dinding tandas tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQK0l6SUSJiASHVfT1C4XcfQlvT1YsdgRtT7nGt9ITOdpV8zownUQ"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 78px; height: 78px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQK0l6SUSJiASHVfT1C4XcfQlvT1YsdgRtT7nGt9ITOdpV8zownUQ" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Akibat ketakutan, Ijmal segera menjerit dan beliau terus keluar dari tandas tersebut tanpa menghiraukan zip seluarnya yang belum ditarik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cewang dan Awang yang kebingungan turut sama mengikut Ijmal berlari walaupun mereka tidau tahu apakah motif sebenar Ijmal melarikan diri. Sampainya di Hostel MMU, Ijmal menceritakan apa yang terjadi sebentar tadi. Awang dan Cewang yang berang dengan tindakan segelintir manusia yang digelar 'peeping tom' segera melancarkan perang terhadap kaum seperti ini. Logo dan banner telah siap direka oleh mereka sebagai petanda bahawa mereka benci terhadap kaum 'peeping tom'. Maka , sehingga kini, ramai manusia telah mengikut jejak langkah mereka dalam membasmi kaum seperti ini dari hidup di atas muka bumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcThHzv1y9nUl7vF0nKalWgPxzx-1xKvZ2LBQQm1xZGEQU56UtV5"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcThHzv1y9nUl7vF0nKalWgPxzx-1xKvZ2LBQQm1xZGEQU56UtV5" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2501515607790731284?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2501515607790731284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2501515607790731284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2501515607790731284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2501515607790731284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-unwanted-post-please-ignore-it.html' title='this is an unwanted post, please ignore it'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2282336992698594794</id><published>2011-02-04T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:31:37.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dalakula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS4d6jyR9UcYWXd8-jk7UPw0epJx5yjDdZ-CV_KJxT0jA9-QmcbXA"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 168px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS4d6jyR9UcYWXd8-jk7UPw0epJx5yjDdZ-CV_KJxT0jA9-QmcbXA" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu kecik kecik aku suka melayan cerita hantu cina lompat lompat tu, mr vampire.  ala yang hantu lompat lompat pastu kalau tepek kertas kat dahi diorang tu nanti diorang kaku tu. takkan tak pernah tengok kot? Aku dengan abang aku memang hardcore fans cerita ni sampai sanggup menjelajah satu klang mencari cd movie mr vampire. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tatkala aku sibuk buat revision untuk final exams aku, aku sempat chatting dengan sorang member ni. dia kata dia nak jadi vampire, so aku tanya la apa beza vampire dengan dracula? two major point of difference is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Dracula lepak dalam keranda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Vampire macam manusia biasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebelum aku tidur, tetiba otak aku berfungsi dengan frekuensi yang agak tinggi. Aku terfikir, apa jadi kalau diorang buat dracula versi&lt;a href="http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/08/hari-ini-dalam-malaysia-2.html"&gt; Ah Beng?&lt;/a&gt; Mesti smart kan keranda dracula tu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQjhijck_fcwd_YlOWZCXSPMydvRF8soeoDKuxHWSZciDyf3K7G"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 160px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQjhijck_fcwd_YlOWZCXSPMydvRF8soeoDKuxHWSZciDyf3K7G" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada neon lights, dulu masa dia hidup dia suka modify kereta dia. habis satu kereta dia pasang lampu, perangai ni dia terbawak sampai mati. keranda pun dia nak bubuh lampu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSfh99ZfCUQWWaZflvpfUMJ9hU2up54956UnmRScliOoACREjxU"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 207px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSfh99ZfCUQWWaZflvpfUMJ9hU2up54956UnmRScliOoACREjxU" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siap pasang audio system kaw gile dasat tahap dewa punya. pastu pasang plak lagu disco thailand. ye la, dracula kan time siang dia takleh keluar, nanti terbakar. mesti bosan dia hidup dalam keranda tu takda entertainment. dengan adanya audio system, kurang kurang dia boleh shuffle tak pun menari raggae dalam keranda bagi mengisi masa siang yang lapang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumpah, kalau ada dracula versi ah beng betul betul kat dalam dunia ni, aku nak gi jumpa dia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2282336992698594794?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2282336992698594794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2282336992698594794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2282336992698594794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2282336992698594794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2011/02/dalakula.html' title='dalakula'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-8162676575474072168</id><published>2011-02-02T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T22:41:43.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowpoke news</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, it's been awhile since the last time I updated this blog. It's not that I'm abandoning this infamous-nobody read-boring blog but yeah, I'm just too lazy to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals coming, pressure arise , time to consume more carbs and ask more money from parents. Does study week actually forced me to eat more? I spend around RM20 per day for foods only! This is crazy, real crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy new year to all of you ; have a great 2011 ahead. Happy birthday to those January dudes and dudettes , may all of you blessed with health and wealth. Happy anniversary to all couples out there, to guys ; be a faithful one okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to my bro and sis-in-law. Here comes the #13 of the family ; Jauhara Arynna. Oh by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/TUpNe5HpkCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/flwVuo1TQr8/s1600/besdei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/TUpNe5HpkCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/flwVuo1TQr8/s320/besdei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569349082321358882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn it , I'm TWENTEEN !! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-8162676575474072168?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/8162676575474072168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=8162676575474072168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8162676575474072168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8162676575474072168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2011/02/slowpoke-news.html' title='Slowpoke news'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/TUpNe5HpkCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/flwVuo1TQr8/s72-c/besdei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-595964270652157395</id><published>2011-01-04T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T11:53:06.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kau..</title><content type='html'>Dulu kau la yang rajin teman aku gi memana - kl, broga, semenyih, port dickson, melaka. Aku nak ajak kau gi genting, tapi aku tau kau ni phobia sikit kalau tempat tinggi tinggi. Kau tak pernah bagi alasan kalau aku ajak kau gi memana. Pendek kata, kau memang setia la mengikut aku, dari aku sekolah menengah sampai la aku dah masuk degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku lapar time tengah malam buta, aku selalu ajak kau makan. Seronok dapat kawan macam kau, tak banyak dalih. A aku cakap , A la kau ikut. Dulu masa baru masuk MMU, aku terpaksa naik public transport kalau nak balik klang. Tapi sejak kau ada ni, aku selalu tumpang kau je. Kau tak pernah mengecewakan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau memang banyak pegang rahsia aku. Tetiap kali aku gi dating dengan ___ , kau lah peneman setia. Setakat ni rahsia aku tak pernah bocor lagi, sebab aku tahu kau lah satu satunya yang boleh dipercayai. Kau dah macam adik aku dah, walaupun aku anak bongsu. Aku jaga kau macam aku jaga diri aku sendiri, kau lapar aku suapkan. Romantik habis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam tu, aku nak ajak kau pergi lepak. Aku dengar suara kau macam lemah longlai je, tak berdaya. Aku panik sebentar; apa masalah kau sebenarnya ni? kau sakit ke? tapi kau diam je, walaupun dengan keadaan macam tu kau tetap nak ikut aku gi lepak. Masa nak balik tu, kau tak bergerak. Aku cuba macam macam cara nak buatkan kau bergerak. Kau kaku, aku cemas. Terus aku call ayah. Ayah bawak kau gi klinik ; doktor cakap gearbox kau rosak. Takpe, nanti aku suruh ayah tukar gearbox baru utk kau. Haih, tak berkereta la aku minggu ni :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-595964270652157395?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/595964270652157395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=595964270652157395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/595964270652157395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/595964270652157395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2011/01/kau.html' title='Kau..'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2220164097642728852</id><published>2010-12-29T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:26:25.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tales of shrinking balls and sagging boobs 18PL</title><content type='html'>as I wrote this down, I am preparing the red carpet , a banquet of flower , dozens of pretty girl near the door , few fireworks and such to welcome 2011. exaggerate much? don't know - don't care. I have strong feelings that 2011 gonna be a good one , for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am 20 , no longer a TEEN. so must act matured abit lah right? *deep voice*&lt;br /&gt;- License probation gonna end this year. No more noob looking P sticker on my car! &lt;br /&gt;- Be less responsible. Hahah, got into troubles because of being such a 'responsible' guy. &lt;br /&gt;- Starting a small online business, selling some stuff perhaps? Don't worry, I won't sell bras and undies on the internet and start tagging you guys on facebook. DON'T WORRY, I SAID! &lt;br /&gt;- Earn myself a good vacation with friends, or alone maybe? yea, forever alone guy.&lt;br /&gt;- Be a good uncle? my family growing bigger already, I have 3 nieces and 1 more to come. Pray hard its a boy, so we can go fishing and I'll teach him how to ride a bike. HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those shitty things that I mentioned, some of them were real an eye opener to me. And some of them were left unnoticed due to some reasons I might not want tell here. How silly it is when we fought over something that is not worth fighting for , or maybe chasing something that is not running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it, being single or in a relationship will not change who I am today. Being single for almost 1 and half year ( which doesn't count those funny bumpy relationship I went with ___ ) taught me how to be more independent. There is no need to worry about what to buy for valentine , for her birthday and such, there is no need to save money for all the events. I could use the money myself to buy my own luxurious. Unlike some people who went into a relationship while himself can't even afford to buy a packet of cigarette. These goes in bold, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if you can't afford to buy something for yourself, don't ever think of buying something for someone else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::: UPDATED 3.30AM :::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend drove me to McDonald Equine Park together with a bunch of friends, it's 2 in the morning and the road was clear. Speeding at 80km/h and all of sudden a freaking KANCIL dashed through infront of us. Tyre screeches, the smell of burnt rubber is what I remembered. No, I wasn't dead. God spare me and the fucking kancil's driver another day. That fucking driver just went off like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;We were stoned there, couldn't believe what had happened few seconds ago. Alhamdulillah, I am here now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2220164097642728852?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2220164097642728852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2220164097642728852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2220164097642728852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2220164097642728852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/12/tales-of-shrinking-balls-and-sagging.html' title='the tales of shrinking balls and sagging boobs 18PL'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-8853907119877431450</id><published>2010-12-16T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:40:44.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Day Out</title><content type='html'>Terasa sungguh gay kan bila korang baca title atas ni? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sedang aku khusyuk kira statistik survey yang aku tengah jalankan untuk projek workplace, tetiba aku terdengar suara macha melalak karaoke reramai kat bilik depan aku ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'I don't wanna closeee my eyesssss, I don't wanna fall asleepppp cause I'll miss you bebehh and I don't wanna miss a thinggg.. hoo yeahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;' (dinyanyikan dengan simetri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fikiran aku agak celaru bila dengar suara mereka yang lebih teruk dari kualiti pemain piring hitam zaman dulu. Tetiba pulak aku terfikir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Hmm pasni mesti diorang post kat facebook...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke in Rajendran's room, we boys had sooo much fun. Yenna varia puriama yadek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok part bahasa tamil tu aku main tibai je. Korang rasa dia akan post camni tak? Entah, jangan tanya aku. Aku pun taktau sebab aku tak add diorang kat facebook. Apa rupa agaknya kalau lelaki dilabel sebagai 'BIMBO'? Whateverrrr lah, i pun malas nak ambil tahu nokk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-8853907119877431450?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/8853907119877431450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=8853907119877431450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8853907119877431450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8853907119877431450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/12/boys-day-out.html' title='Boys Day Out'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-7856679184376741503</id><published>2010-12-12T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:54:18.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindu</title><content type='html'>ahahah tetiba plak aku rindu kat bebudak PLKN aku. lepas habis training semua dah hilang, jumpa skali je lepas PLKN , tu pun ada yang tak datang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mana korang aa lahanat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepet jiran katil aku&lt;br /&gt;k si jambu geng gosip pasal awek plkn&lt;br /&gt;mat si loyar buruk&lt;br /&gt;bob zul yang sering membuli dan dibuli&lt;br /&gt;amy tokan rokok&lt;br /&gt;sonik sepupu aku yang dok kat sarawak ( sepupu betul ni!)&lt;br /&gt;michael si iban loyar buruk no 2&lt;br /&gt;loyang si iban yang bendul gak, tapi suka wat lawak yang slalu tak difahami&lt;br /&gt;bob faizul si tuala pokemon&lt;br /&gt;abil si beruang yang duduk depan katil aku&lt;br /&gt;apek si penge'pow' maggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nama yang takde dalam list tu maybe sebab aku dah tak ingat korang , atau aku dah selalu jumpa korang. harap maaf, hehe. mana korang doh? baik korang contact aku, kalau tak nanti aku report kat polis , pastu tampal poster 'Remaja Hilang'. baru korang tau! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat dulu aku , sepet ngan amy kantoi dengan pegawai disiplin sebab kantoi berendam dalam tab air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat dulu kena buat PT10 tak henti henti sampai ada yang mengaku jual rokok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat dulu aku tengok amy kawad sorang sorang tengah panas sebab kantoi rokok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat dulu beli kfc 1 bucket pastu makan sorok sorok takut kena pow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat dulu lepak dewan makan pastu usha awek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat dulu k tolong botakkan rambut aku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat aku dulu korang main gitar lagu ST12 - Saat Terakhir malam sebelum aku balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat dulu korang tapaukan makanan utk aku time aku demam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat dulu kita beratur ramai ramai kat medic sebab nak mintak mc. padahal tak sakit pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat dulu main perang serang dorm lain. macha macha memang hebat sebab susah nak carik diorang time malam. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teringat dulu kita sneak out 3 pagi, gi bilik wira pastu tengok bola. man utd vs barca time tu final uefa tak silap aku. lepas tu jurulatih ketuk pintu , semua menggelupur. padahal jurulatih nak join tengok bola. hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banyak sangat teringat ni, mau penuh 1 blog aku kalau cerita pasal plkn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-7856679184376741503?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/7856679184376741503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=7856679184376741503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7856679184376741503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7856679184376741503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/12/rindu.html' title='Rindu'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6263298219335701061</id><published>2010-11-17T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:10:45.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>checkpoint</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since i update this blog , Azzat is in hiatus mode :/&lt;br /&gt;So as some of you know, i already proceed to degree after doing my foundation studies for 1 year. All except 1 of my coursemate managed to pass foundation without any problem . Eventhough some of us took different majoring, we still being in the same classes ( because subject taken for beta level or 1st year degree students are the same ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found someone who have the same characteristic like MR MONG! HAHAHAHA! the difference is, mr mong teaching chemistry and he teaching maths technique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maths is a loser in his real life, he always have problem and expect people to solve them" - Dr Ng Boon Yen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/TOQn3bPyWDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/I9ls3t3_lrw/s1600/icems.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/TOQn3bPyWDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/I9ls3t3_lrw/s320/icems.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540597274732812338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how easy foundation was - after I enter beta level. Trust me, you feel like crying once you enter beta level and hoping that you're still in foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 subjects seriously killing me this semester. I have classes everyday and I have to skip my lunch on wednesday (Non-stop class from 9am-6pm) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, bloody idiot stupid duck PTPTN! They have a new website for e-application for ptptn but they did not close the OLD website, causing problem to applicants. I registered using the OLD website and now my ptptn loan is rejected. I have to ask from my parents to pay my tuition fees this semester (total amount : RM6,588.00 to be exact, mind you) Pray hard, pray really really hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6263298219335701061?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6263298219335701061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6263298219335701061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6263298219335701061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6263298219335701061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/11/checkpoint.html' title='checkpoint'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/TOQn3bPyWDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/I9ls3t3_lrw/s72-c/icems.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-5451885122077365182</id><published>2010-11-07T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T07:43:20.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biography</title><content type='html'>25th January 1991 , a child was born in ancient Katmundar age. Both father and mother decided to name him as Muhammad Azzat bin Kamarudin thou he himself doesn't like the name. Tried arguing over the name but it was pointless- they don't understand my infant language. For today, he's estimated to be over 9,000 years old and remembers the names of all the forgotten people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azzat Kamarudin is 110 stories tall, and his adventures are legendary. Together with his green horse, Emily Dickinson, he traveled across young Malaysia and helped the nation grow into a corrupted powerhouse it is today. He dropped his mighty axe and split the Petronas Tower into two - and it is called the Petronas TWIN Tower today. He stomp of his mighty boot and caused the stock market to crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azzat Kamarudin's might seem to be like a real cool and awesome guy but reality truth - he's a whiny ass pussy who whines over the internet. His Blogspot (www.arzzard.blogspot.com) which he doesn't think anyone know about it is full with whiny goth poetry and life ranting chronology. His current mood on IM is always 'Apathetic' and the music he listens to is always some obscure deaf toned british pop band that no one has ever heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-5451885122077365182?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/5451885122077365182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=5451885122077365182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5451885122077365182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5451885122077365182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/11/biography.html' title='Biography'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-3676090516471385272</id><published>2010-10-27T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:33:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><content type='html'>The laughter, the joy&lt;br /&gt;We shared together&lt;br /&gt;From today-till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The cycle goes on, as the day we grew older&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the past, &lt;br /&gt;It was yesterday, I wish we could be the same&lt;br /&gt;I learnt something from the past,&lt;br /&gt;Things change - people change,&lt;br /&gt;In and out, it doesn't mean we forget the past&lt;br /&gt;nor trying to cover it up&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every memories and moments&lt;br /&gt;It is those moments we should live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think things couldn't get any worst,&lt;br /&gt;they do, yes they do&lt;br /&gt;Life is like an hourglass &lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, everything hits rock bottom&lt;br /&gt;But all you have to do is,&lt;br /&gt;wait for something to turn it back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright - Azzat Kamarudin 28 October 2010 , 4.21am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this on behalf of my fellow friends, my beloved Klangster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs604.snc4/58456_160574123957826_100000157178190_535470_2715945_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 483px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs604.snc4/58456_160574123957826_100000157178190_535470_2715945_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs690.snc4/63047_160584023956836_100000157178190_535683_2208908_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 483px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs690.snc4/63047_160584023956836_100000157178190_535683_2208908_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs366.snc4/44930_407451549158_635664158_4348308_3794382_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs366.snc4/44930_407451549158_635664158_4348308_3794382_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs679.snc4/61899_1491299354687_1000103999_31148594_6087679_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 482px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs679.snc4/61899_1491299354687_1000103999_31148594_6087679_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw them for what they're saying - We're trying to live in our own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's no more joking around or making fun of each other after this, benda kecik pun boleh buat gaduh. So let me be the first to apologize for all my words (walaupun dengan niat nak bergurau) . Klangster wouldn't be the same , or will they?&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave this question to you people :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-3676090516471385272?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/3676090516471385272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=3676090516471385272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3676090516471385272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3676090516471385272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/10/none.html' title='none'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4602998201325991996</id><published>2010-10-05T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:07:55.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in LOVEEEEE</title><content type='html'>Suatu petang yang agak sepi,&lt;br /&gt;Dari jauh dapat ku perhati,&lt;br /&gt;Seorang gadis berbaju pagoda.&lt;br /&gt;Membikin hati jadi tergoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img828.imageshack.us/img828/350/58603535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://img828.imageshack.us/img828/350/58603535.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terdetik di hati,&lt;br /&gt;Ingin ku dekati,&lt;br /&gt;Si cantik namamu tidakku kenali,&lt;br /&gt;Punyai paras umpama bidadari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/5185/76974105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/5185/76974105.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku gagahkan kaki melangkah mendekati,&lt;br /&gt;Ku susun ayat yang inginku hamburi,&lt;br /&gt;Oh bidadari si penghias sanubari,&lt;br /&gt;Terima lah aku menjadi teman sehati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAMUNNNNNNNN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin hampir aku kepadamu,&lt;br /&gt;semakin lemah kaki menongkat tubuhku,&lt;br /&gt;dari jauh ku sangkakan bidadari,&lt;br /&gt;rupanya apek tua tidak bergigi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/7413/43153017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/7413/43153017.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4602998201325991996?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4602998201325991996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4602998201325991996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4602998201325991996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4602998201325991996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-in-loveeeee.html' title='I&apos;m in LOVEEEEE'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-8931737672805406014</id><published>2010-09-08T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:12:46.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you melayu ka cina?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lolazn.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/harro_rice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://lolazn.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/harro_rice.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah, jangan nak mengumpat aku plak. Nak cakap aku perasan muka aku cam cina la tu, kan kan? Korang tak puasa ke nak mengumpat mengata ni? Batal puasa kang ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I got this chinese look from. Maybe (as per told by my mom) from my grandmother (mom's side), she was adopted by a chinese family back in Singapore. My grand dad was a javanese. For my father's side pulak, both grandma and granddad originated from Minang. So this genetic I assume it came from my mother's side. Tapi pelik la, abang abang and kakak aku semua takde pun muka chinese? Lucky me eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how it feels like being a chinese that mix into a malay group. Orang kalau tengok aku sekali imbas ada rupa macam cinapek, thats what they told me. Contoh dulu time aku undergo training PLKN kat Kem Puncak Permai , Bau , Sarawak, aku seperti melayu dan kaum kaum lain akan buat group sendiri consist of only 1 race in that particular group (discriminate, bukan racist!) Sebab aku melayu, so aku join lah group melayu. Kalau aku join group cina aku tak faham ching chong nip nong wtf they saying, same goes to the indians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what happened, aku lepak dengan budak budak melayu situ and all eyes were looking at me. Pandang tak puas hati macam nampak santa klaus di pagi aidilfitri. Dalam hati aku dah boleh agak diorang mesti tengah mengumpat aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Pehal cina ni lepak ngan melayu?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduced myself, semua orang pun buat camtu kan kalau first time jumpa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Aku AZZAT, asal selangor'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun melayan je diorang borak. Bila dah sampai kem, time tu nak solat zohor. Seperti muslim lain, aku pun berangkat la ke surau and ambil wudhu'. On the way ke surau tu, tetiba satu suara dari blakang menyapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Weh Isaac'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pun buat bodoh je la, sebab tu bukan nama aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bahu kena tepuk* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Kau nak gi mana?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun jawab dengan muka berkerut &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Gi surau'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Laaaaaaah , kau melayu ke? aku ingatkan cina tadi. patut la kau lepak ngan kitorang'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun senyum tak ikhlas kat mamat tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tapi kenapa nama kau &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ISAAC&lt;/span&gt;?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eh bila masa nama aku ISAAC? Nama aku AZZAT la'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              ************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita ni plak terjadi masa 1st day orientation time aku mula nak masuk MMU dulu. Aku lepak dengan 2 orang mamat ni, sorang melayu pastu sorang lagi rupa cam pakistani sikit. disebabkan masa tu ramai foreigner, aku assume mamat yg rupa cam pakistan ni foreigner gak. Dengan segala poyo nya aku pun mula la berspeaking dengan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : My name is Azzat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia pun balas balik speaking , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malik : My name is Abdul Malik Faizan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hey bro, you smoke? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia kata dia smoke so kitorang pun pergi la luar hisap rokok. Dan memang habit aku, aku ni banyak bertanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Which faculty are you in? You're going to stay in hostel or outside? Which country are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malik : I'm doing Foundation in IT, staying in hostel. I'm from Melezia (ada slang sket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tersentak gak aku dengar dia cakap dia dari malaysia. Local student rupanya, so aku diam je lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day baru aku dengar dia bercakap dengan mamat melayu sorang lagi tu. Kali ni dia cakap dalam bahasa malaysia! Aku pun tanya la dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : You can converse in BM well, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malik : Of course, I'm a malay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : LAA KAU MELAYU KE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malik : Habis tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Aku ingat.....aahhh takpe lah. lupakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malik : Kau melayu gak ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Dah tu? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malik : AKU INGAT KAU CINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 *************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened, ada gak auntie/ah soh yang suka cakap cina dengan aku. Dekat rumah aku ni ada kedai bakery, aku selalu la beli roti kat situ. Everytime aku pergi kedai tu mesti ah soh tu cakap mandarin ngan aku. Kedai cina lain pun sama, time nak bayar kat kaunter tu mesti diorang cakap total amount tu dalam mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apek : 三美元美分 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apek : 三美元美分 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Berapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apek : tiga puluh linggit ampat puluh sen, aiya lu melayu ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the downside of having a chinese look. But look on the brighter side now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Disebabkan muka aku tak ada rupa melayu, dengan selamber aku boleh beli makanan time siang hari dibulan ramadhan! (aku pernah buat ni sekali je sebab aku sumpah tak tahan sebab perut masuk angin, betullll!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Serious shit story, dulu time aku tengah potong rambut kat APT , ada 1 customer melayu ( a lady , around 30's ) asyik complain pekerja APT tak professional. Buat kerja sambil lewa. Pastu bila customer tu dah chow, aku dengar la pekerja pekerja ni sokseksoksek dlm mandarin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja APT : 你知道這樣令人氣憤的，馬來公頃 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ada satu perkataan member cina aku ajar. Dlm mandarin 'Ten Nang' or somewhat similar to that spelling, means "MALAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aku dengan konfidennya assume diorang tengah kutuk customer tadi and indirectly kutuk pompuan tu sebab dia melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas aku dah potong/wash rambut semua, time kat kaunter bayar tu aku cakap kat pekerja yang kuat gossip tadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You talking about malay ha just now? I heard what you talked, malay memang like that right?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eh you chinese or malay?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Malay lo, but i understand mandarin one (poyo je, padahal tak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eh serius mehhh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun senyum dan blah dari situ dengan muka cool dan bajet hensem. Sekian terima kasih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-8931737672805406014?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/8931737672805406014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=8931737672805406014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8931737672805406014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8931737672805406014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-melayu-ka-cina.html' title='you melayu ka cina?'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6643628442086563878</id><published>2010-09-04T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:39:21.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodoh Sombong</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to rant my anger now, tumbuk dinding pun buat sakit tangan je. nak jerit memalam buta ni nanti mak aku ingat aku ni dah hilang akal plak. so here i am, armed with a keyboard and some mind fucking things running through my coagulated brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some shit happened, shit that happens when you try to give your 'helping' hands. gaaah miscommunication, i wonder why does it exist. kalau ayam ngan itik tu bleh la aku faham kenapa ada miscommunication, tapi ni MANUSIA wei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the trouble. Bila aku ada problem , I usually keep it to myself. Aku dok diam je malas nak campur or malas nak bangkit bangkitkan masalah. But when I did that, people will start assuming stuff they are not sure with. Mula la cakap aku macam macam. Ni la tu la ni la, grow up please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6643628442086563878?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6643628442086563878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6643628442086563878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6643628442086563878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6643628442086563878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/09/bodoh-sombong.html' title='Bodoh Sombong'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2220407010132563569</id><published>2010-08-29T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T13:25:05.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK!</title><content type='html'>Saya ada tumblr! (how to pronounce this bloody thing? tumbler? tum-beler?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.azzat.tumblr.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2220407010132563569?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2220407010132563569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2220407010132563569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2220407010132563569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2220407010132563569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/08/look.html' title='LOOK!'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-5374651335206498609</id><published>2010-08-29T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T13:23:55.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantsu Pantsu!</title><content type='html'>am getting lazier day by day as my final examination is coming right after Eidul Fitr. Been procrastinating too much, promised myself to study during this five-national day-break but i ended up sleeping and lepak-ing all the way lah macha. Gaaaaaaaaaaaahhh calculus please go slow. I'm not that fast enough to catch up with you :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There's one senior offering free tutor next week. Gonna follow him studying at Surau Al-Hidayah MMU and ask him to tutor me for calculus and some statistics. I know myself well, I can't do things on my own. I foking need crutches to assist me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about crutches ay, do you agree that most people have crutches? CRUTCHES man, not crushes. LOL. Most people need someone or something to lean on. That is because most people dont know how to stand on their own two feet. Just like me, just like tom and just like dick and harry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Can we agree that things are hard? And they just get harder but then not only do they get harder ; they go up and then go down and then get soft to you and then gets horrible to even deal with any more -- till the point when you just wanna call it a quit and then foking get to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Thanks for reading this random shaite, this post is to express my tense for my upcoming finals. Up till now, YES I'm still procrastinating. HAHA , good day lads&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-5374651335206498609?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/5374651335206498609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=5374651335206498609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5374651335206498609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5374651335206498609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/08/pantsu-pantsu.html' title='Pantsu Pantsu!'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-8950912894529604619</id><published>2010-08-24T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:54:47.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey , you!</title><content type='html'>just a short post, went climbing without shoes today because theres no big sized shoes for big sized foot people like me. and it hurts freaking bad, but i do enjoy the session, hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imissyoubeingaroundmepleasedontgoaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-8950912894529604619?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/8950912894529604619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=8950912894529604619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8950912894529604619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8950912894529604619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-you.html' title='hey , you!'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-650193573696689746</id><published>2010-08-13T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:57:39.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>What does DEATH resemble to you? A journey to the hereafter or a complete shutdown?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the starting of a new beginning? Orrrr maybe just a never ending cycle of dreams like the movie Inception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.recipeapart.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/funny-life-after-death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.recipeapart.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/funny-life-after-death.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rusty brain keep on thinking about death. In which way am I going to die? Car accident? Medical problems e.g Cancer/Heart Diseases? Fall from 50-storey building? Kena tembak polis? Terpijak air liur anjing mutant? Well the list will go on and on but yet I'm no Mr. Nostradamus. I can't predict what's happening near future. Kalau aku boleh predict future, dah tentu aku sekarang ni kaya raya sebab asyik tikam sports toto. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ape jadi eh bila kita mati? Roh tinggalkan jasad, okay fine. The view from the 'Roh' eyes, is it the same with what our vision now? Boleh ke aku tengok jasad aku terkujur helplessly? Lepas roh keluar jasad tu, dia akan naik ke langit. Kalau roh aku sesat camne? Ada GPS tak? Signboard ke? Hahaha, stop it azzat. This stuff ain't something for you to fool around with. Sorry sorry. How painful death is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSkwEQmoT_ApYPBGgHSqPsHn_JB7Qsnjh0mU-hVUkOXQyteeZA&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__yvSvj3jjUbV8WhBPeVMVqYs9-W4="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSkwEQmoT_ApYPBGgHSqPsHn_JB7Qsnjh0mU-hVUkOXQyteeZA&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__yvSvj3jjUbV8WhBPeVMVqYs9-W4=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The more you read, the more you know'. I tried googling about death and I am still confused about it. But the most relevant stuff is 'your organ stop working and your brain doesn't receive sufficient oxygen' which is the main cause of death. What I want to know is, 'what will happen AFTER death occurs?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://in.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090406213131AAmmhtX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The body you will leave will decay because your life force no longer supports it and it will become part of the rest of the matter of this earthly world. Your soul will travel to whereever you believe you will go and a lot of spirits who know you and love you will greet you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude making me crazy. Betul ke wei? Dah mati nanti roh kita merayau-rayau and akan jumpa roh-roh lain. Contoh lah, aku dah mati. pastu roh aku jalan jalan and terjumpa la pulak roh Michael Jackson. Boleh ke mintak autograph? Roh Brittany Murphy pun mesti tak aman sebab paparazzi dok kejar dia je memanjang. Ha, kalau roh paparazi camne plak? Diorang mati bawak kamera DSLR diorang skali ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my point of view, (put religious stuff aside please) death equals to brain shutdown which result in loss of memory/whatever stuff inside it. So you're completely nothing, you don't even memorize single things in your life. You return back to the earth as a single sperm(and there's million others trying to compete with you in order for reincarnation) or something like that. So the cycle goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sperm &gt; Foetus &gt; Infant &gt; Child &gt; Adult &gt; Death &gt; Sperm ; loop d loop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-650193573696689746?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/650193573696689746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=650193573696689746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/650193573696689746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/650193573696689746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/08/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6749999233511911790</id><published>2010-08-12T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:06:34.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAGbook</title><content type='html'>Facebook is a serious business yo! Many people butthurt-ed with me on facebook just because I troll too much on their lame ass status. Who gives a shit when you posted craps on your status which appears on my news feed. Worst still when people started wall-to-wall posting which appears on MY NEWS FEED AGAIN. thaafakkk with human nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's one guy keep going around telling people to close their facebook account because 'he' thinks that FACEBOOK related to the Israel because the website theme is white and blue which is similar to the Israeli flags. Balls, i'm wearing a blue-white undies now. Hell yeah, i'm a zionist? What's that again? Facebook is the 'new' Jewish technology to detect faces in order to find and destroy the ahlul-bait (family of Rasulullah SAW). LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.israelmagazine.co.il/images/products/facebook%20israel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.israelmagazine.co.il/images/products/facebook%20israel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, can you please fuck off from this social network if you think it brings harm to you. Mind you, my brain just got mindfucked reading all your notes you wrote(probably) with those funky-awkward-and-idiotic kInDz oFz wRiTinGz DaT CaN mAkE pEoPlE sHiTz BriCkx WhEnz ReAdInGz iT EsPeCiAlLy wHeNz yOu TypEz LiKz DiZz you moron! I am not going against what you're writing but please, for the sake of human intelligence, please write it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off then. Guess I'm the one whose butthurt-ed now. LOLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6749999233511911790?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6749999233511911790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6749999233511911790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6749999233511911790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6749999233511911790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/08/fagbook.html' title='FAGbook'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6615707548695822447</id><published>2010-08-11T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:16:24.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broga Hills(versi Melayu Haprak)</title><content type='html'>welcome ramadhan al-mubarak, ku mengharapkan ramadhan kali ini penuh makna. ececeh! hahaha. dah lama dah tak blogging dlm bhasa melayu, rasa lain macam plak typing. maaf ye, saya mat salleh celup. sibuk nak cakap inggeris kat blog ni ha, baru la nampak pro sket. kalau tulis bhasa melayu senang sket saya nak mengarut, tak reti la saya nak mengarut merepek merapu dlm bhasa inggeris. okay dah la tu zat, back to the topic puhleawseeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broga hills, dah 3 kali aku sampai sini,naik jemu. tapi sebabkan bosan, aku temankan gak la kwn2 aku yang tak pernah pergi sini. plan pergi 1 kereta je dalam 5 orang, last2 tengok sampai 3 kereta sebab kawan aku bawak dia punya kawan and kawan dia bawak kawan jugak. hah! kitorang gerak hari isnin pagi pagi buta lagi, ayam pun tak bangun lagi weh. sampai sana around 5pagi, memang gelap gila. dah la dalam ceruk ladang kelapa sawit. part yang paling best, SORANG PUN TAK BAWAK TORCHLIGHT. memang tak la kitorang nak mendaki tak pakai lampu. nasib baik la handphone murahan aku ni ada built-in flashlight. (korang tu harap je handphone ribu2, torchlight pun tadak. HAHAHA noob!) kitorang pun naik laa broga tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs266.snc4/39643_151349111542041_100000008591061_499419_3920638_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs266.snc4/39643_151349111542041_100000008591061_499419_3920638_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dekat 30minit daki, si mohamad tak habis habis 'masyallah, how far to go?' 'oh my god' sebab kepenatan daki bukit tu. hahahah pelik tol arab sekor ni. slalu aku main futsal dengan dia, takde pulak dia keletihan sampai camtu. pastu sampai 1st peak, si arab ni ingat dah sampai puncak, aku cakap la kat dia ni baru 1st peak, ada lagi 2 peak baru sampai puncak broga. lagi skali, 'MASYALLAHHHHH'. dia dah give up sebab penat, aku paksa gak dia jalan. padan muka hang, ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs117.ash2/39203_149611708388928_100000202994602_440818_6776249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs117.ash2/39203_149611708388928_100000202994602_440818_6776249_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnyaaa,sampai gak kitorang kat puncak broga ni ha. walaupun tak la tinggi mana, tapi bangga gak la dapat panjat bukit pepagi buta. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs217.snc4/39203_149611811722251_100000202994602_440847_4299313_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs217.snc4/39203_149611811722251_100000202994602_440847_4299313_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan main happy dia dah sampai. macam2 posing pelik dia buat, nasib baik tak tergolek jatuh gaung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs152.ash2/40931_151349678208651_100000008591061_499461_2235902_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs152.ash2/40931_151349678208651_100000008591061_499461_2235902_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time ni aku konpius nak pandang kamera mana satu. macam artis la plak semua orang nak amek gambar aku. hihihi *gelak comel*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs217.snc4/39203_149611781722254_100000202994602_440839_5242034_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs217.snc4/39203_149611781722254_100000202994602_440839_5242034_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagi tu memang berkabus dan sejuk. aku pulak pakai seluar pendek, tegak bulu kaki wei. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs217.snc4/39203_149611681722264_100000202994602_440810_1593552_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs217.snc4/39203_149611681722264_100000202994602_440810_1593552_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaa part ni, tak silap aku time tu kitorang nak amek gambar atas batu. dah la batu tu kecik muat muat untuk sorang. si shuk ni plak bleh bantai nak menyelit, nasib aku tak jatuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs217.snc4/39203_149611871722245_100000202994602_440864_1275005_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs217.snc4/39203_149611871722245_100000202994602_440864_1275005_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korang jangan fikir bukan bukan ye, ni brotherly love. tapi apa dia buat kat punggung aku tu? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs289.snc4/40803_151350074875278_100000008591061_499495_2370476_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs289.snc4/40803_151350074875278_100000008591061_499495_2370476_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muka muka happy time nak turun. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, tu je la kot benda yang aku nak update. dah lama dah tak update panjang panjang. kesian blog aku ni =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6615707548695822447?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6615707548695822447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6615707548695822447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6615707548695822447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6615707548695822447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/08/broga-hillsversi-melayu-haprak.html' title='Broga Hills(versi Melayu Haprak)'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4749823172264297508</id><published>2010-08-06T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T04:17:06.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a different between annoyance and disturbance. I should be able to distinguish them. Come on Azzat, you're much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realized that i'm walking alone in this world. i prefer no company, yes i don't. whats the point of having company that will turn down on you one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, another short post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4749823172264297508?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4749823172264297508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4749823172264297508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4749823172264297508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4749823172264297508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-different-between-annoyance-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2788843263243220567</id><published>2010-07-31T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T14:34:40.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nicedeb.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/islamic_rage_boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 321px;" src="http://nicedeb.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/islamic_rage_boy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage mode : &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2788843263243220567?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2788843263243220567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2788843263243220567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2788843263243220567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2788843263243220567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/07/rage-mode-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2744240598690304029</id><published>2010-07-25T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:13:20.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>Great way to start my monday , my first midterm paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Woke up at 7am to study a bit of statistics before heading to class for my midterm paper. And there's indian dude who staying around my block blasting his speaker like nobody business from 3am last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Felt hungry, cook some maggi mee to satisfy my hunger. Bad idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Rush to class , exam starting at 8.45am and I reached there at 8.40am, actually arrived there at 8.15am but went wrong class. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sit on my designated place, then only realized I forgot to bring mu CALCULATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't want to go back my room to take calculator, because the girl infront of me always finish early. Thought can lend her calculator before the exam finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Did some questions and leave the calculation area blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) STOMACH ACHE DURING EXAM SERIOUSLY GONNA DISTURB YOU FREAKING MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) 15 minutes before the exam finish , that girl still not done with her paper. I already started feeling worried. Lend calculator from my friend beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Noticed that the working I've done earlier was wrong, have to re-do everything in 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Exam over, thought can sleep whole day but my Human Development groupmate told me that they want to finish the video assignment today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion , none. Just some random post to keep my blog alive. Have a great monday , tuesday , wednesday , thursday , friday , saturday and sunday everybody! Boring nya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2744240598690304029?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2744240598690304029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2744240598690304029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2744240598690304029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2744240598690304029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-1483844858952191271</id><published>2010-07-18T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:11:34.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want an iPhone not Blackberry!</title><content type='html'>You think you're unlucky because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents bought for you Sony Ericsson C510 and not iPhone?&lt;br /&gt;Your siblings gave you their old bicycle instead of buying for you a new one?&lt;br /&gt;You rant because your mom gave you RM50 for you weekly spending?&lt;br /&gt;You envy your friends because they have nicer cloth than you?&lt;br /&gt;You don't live in a big bungalow with nice garden?&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend bring you to mamak stall instead of 5-star hotel restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well think back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GjqvoPFGI/AAAAAAAAP10/14cK5aq1V_4/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GjqvoPFGI/AAAAAAAAP10/14cK5aq1V_4/s1600/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is a natural fact that all kids love candy. However, is also a fact that not all kids have the luxury of being able to eat candy or in many cases even enough food to eat. People who live in third world and other poor countries simple don’t have enough money to be able to afford such luxuries as candy for their children. They are lucky if they can afford a roof over their heads and food to eat.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GjpigU31I/AAAAAAAAP1c/9QgdCFMCxHM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GjpigU31I/AAAAAAAAP1c/9QgdCFMCxHM/s1600/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GjqcPuJeI/AAAAAAAAP1s/HTGgQUpPaz8/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GjqcPuJeI/AAAAAAAAP1s/HTGgQUpPaz8/s1600/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GjrJmeAkI/AAAAAAAAP18/wJQgq77wcKM/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GjrJmeAkI/AAAAAAAAP18/wJQgq77wcKM/s1600/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GkG4A9ENI/AAAAAAAAP2s/0quVWqOS-nQ/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GkG4A9ENI/AAAAAAAAP2s/0quVWqOS-nQ/s1600/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GkGqNAEXI/AAAAAAAAP2k/P1aK-Q6jtwA/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GkGqNAEXI/AAAAAAAAP2k/P1aK-Q6jtwA/s1600/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GkHdePB2I/AAAAAAAAP20/y2Cz6W0NS50/s400/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GkHdePB2I/AAAAAAAAP20/y2Cz6W0NS50/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more people out there struggling to live without luxury. Be thankful of what you have today, have a great week ahead! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits : imsushi92 @ lowyatkopitiam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-1483844858952191271?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/1483844858952191271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=1483844858952191271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1483844858952191271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1483844858952191271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-iphone-not-blackberry.html' title='I want an iPhone not Blackberry!'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w_3R-gECff4/S2GjqvoPFGI/AAAAAAAAP10/14cK5aq1V_4/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2223090339756509875</id><published>2010-07-13T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:03:01.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornflakes</title><content type='html'>Peers Conflict , I get the meaning now. Especially when I'm directly involved with it. So here's the case , me and my friends formed a group of 9 for Human Development assignment which we have to create a video about the topic we chosen , 'Palestine'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very keen and tried my best to participate in the group , I gave out ideas which nobody listens. I tried asking them about the progress of the work , what are they doing now and what am I supposed to do. Turn out they already went shooting for the first scene. Talked to myself , "Alright , maybe I'm not in the casting team or anything related to the scene itself. Guess they have put me on the editing team"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one notify me about the assignment, even my two of my group member who lived just beside my room. I did asked them earlier what are they doing , care to tell me whats the storyline about so that I can try polish some of their ideas. And again , I was ignored. Totally ditch out of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today the leader told me , whether I'm on the team or no. Saying that I didn't do my job , well actually I didn't do ANYTHING. Fine , I didn't do anything since no one instruct me to do anything. Worst still , the assignment is done. There's nothing left for me to do. I didn't put my effort on the assignment? Well think back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the group about the storyline , I got ignored.... That's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got left out for the shooting scene , no one even care to call/sms/facebook/msn/come to my room..... That's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited when one of the group member called me and said 'Can you call Ami*** to the Surau now? We have one scene to do here. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Err you can come if you want&lt;/span&gt;" and I quickly put on my shirts , rush down freaking 5 storey hostel block , climb that stupid hill ( shortcut to the surau ) and when I reached there , they already left..... That's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to leave the team as I don't want anymore conflicts to happen , big baby is what I am called.... That's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I'm AZZAT. I'm just plain lazy and a laidback guy you people don't need inside the group. I can always contribute what I have to other people because they need it more than you. No one is wrong in this , I'll take the blame =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2223090339756509875?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2223090339756509875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2223090339756509875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2223090339756509875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2223090339756509875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/07/cornflakes.html' title='Cornflakes'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-1821540242894776293</id><published>2010-06-27T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:29:43.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rules</title><content type='html'>New way of blogging , CTRL+C and CTRL+V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note ... these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Learn to work the toilet seat. You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don’t hear us bitching about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;1 Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if we can find the perfect present yet again!&lt;br /&gt;1 Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;1 Don’t cut your hair. Ever. Long hair is always more attractive than short hair. One of the big reasons guys fear getting married is that married women always cut their hair, and by then you’re stuck with her.&lt;br /&gt;1 Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;1 Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;1 Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints don’t do it!&lt;br /&gt;1 We don’t remember dates. Mark birthdays and anniversaries on a calendar. Remind us frequently beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;1 Most guys own three pairs of shoes - tops. What makes you think we’d be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress?&lt;br /&gt;1 Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;1 Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;1 A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;1 Check your oil! Please.&lt;br /&gt;1 Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;1 If you think you’re fat, you probably are. Don’t ask us. We refuse to answer.&lt;br /&gt;1 If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;1 Let us ogle. We are going to look anyway; it’s genetic.&lt;br /&gt;1 You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;1 Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;1 Christopher Columbus did not need directions, and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;1 The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two months we were going out. Get over it and quit whining to your girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;1 ALL men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;1 If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.&lt;br /&gt;1 We are not mind readers and we never will be. Our lack of mind-reading ability is not proof of how little we care about you.&lt;br /&gt;1 If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing’s wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;1 If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, expect an answer you don’t want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;1 When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;1 Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the offside rule, investments or cars.&lt;br /&gt;1 You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;1 You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;1 Foreign films are best left to foreigners. (Unless it’s Bruce Lee or some war flick where it doesn’t really matter what the hell they’re saying anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;1 It is neither in your best interest or ours to take the quiz together. No, it doesn’t matter which quiz.&lt;br /&gt;1 BEER is as exciting for us as handbags are for you.&lt;br /&gt;1 I’m in shape. ROUND is a shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know we really don’t mind that, it’s like camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;credits to bleed from lolyat.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-1821540242894776293?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/1821540242894776293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=1821540242894776293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1821540242894776293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1821540242894776293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/06/rules.html' title='The Rules'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4739570267184366507</id><published>2010-06-06T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:47:40.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter for you</title><content type='html'>You're a 19 years old , pursuing your final semester in Foundation in Information Technology at a private university. Carrying 14 credit hours worth of calculus and statistics. A friend to a bunch of people , the LAST hope for the hopeless , someone who deals with a suicidal friend who plunging over failed relationship. A person with dreams and ambition , aiming sky high and suddenly a voice yelled at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Come back home now , it's already past 12 midnight"&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you , why are you still not home yet?"&lt;br /&gt;"No , you can't go out today. Stay in the house"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there , I'm Azzat and I'm 19 years old. My life &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;underline"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; (thank god its not a WAS) great , I have a parents who treat me like a 10 years old kid. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To the one who feels a slight smack on their nose when they read this&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I didn't come back home after 12 , just because I didn't SPEND my time more in the house , and just because I drove your car here and there, doesn't mean that I'm neglecting my studies. Come to think of it , I spent 4 days a week rotting in my hostel room , can't you please spare me another 2 days in that particular week to have some space for me to mingle and have a little chit chat session with friends here? Was it LONG enough for you? Or you just DON'T understand that I need some time to relax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because one of your child , oh wait. ALL your child screwed up in their studies , do you think I belong in the same group as them? It's still too early for you to judge. But let me tell you something , I do ACT like him but I don't THINK the same way as him.(you know who is 'him' I'm referring to) I care about my future , and please I beg you. Do not shape me , don't ever try. I know my way and I'm good with it. I only need you people to support me , not to show me the direction of where I'm heading to. Let's put it this way. We're walking in a dark tunnel , I'm the leader and I know the way. I just need you people to stand behind me , carrying torchlight and light up the way I'm heading to. Easy enough for you to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:V29MYbXTd7_YYM::i.somethingawful.com/u/garbageday/lolcat784049_1.jpg&amp;t=1&amp;h=192&amp;w=256&amp;usg=__8IMz02F3qnKTreZt7fAngmTejVs="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:V29MYbXTd7_YYM::i.somethingawful.com/u/garbageday/lolcat784049_1.jpg&amp;t=1&amp;h=192&amp;w=256&amp;usg=__8IMz02F3qnKTreZt7fAngmTejVs=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me rebellious, I don't mind. If I'm rebellious , I already did a lot of stuff you don't wanna know behind your back. Why don't I run away from the house? Instead of coming back to my hometown every week , risking the nagging session and tonnes of calls and SMS from you after 12 midnight , why don't I LIE to you by saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" I'm not coming back this week , I have stuff to do in the university "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ride along friends , sleepover at their place and have those 'freedom' all teenagers always dream of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you to tell me what I'm supposed to do , MOM and DAD. You never failed me before, but today I felt that tense is arousing around me. I don't have the mood for anything , even studies. If I was to quit studying (as what you asked me to do because I didn't PAY ATTENTION TO MY STUDIES AND KEEP HAVING FUN), I already did it when I was in form 6. Why do I risk myself , MY money in order to enroll here. Why don't I just work as a full-time promoter at the shopping mall , earn some cash , enjoy the life as slowly as possible? Think of it , why I didn't do that in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:bCgHzT__HBJJCM::westernstandard.blogs.com/shotgun/images/2008/08/02/freedom.jpg&amp;t=1&amp;h=232&amp;w=160&amp;usg=___I2lWpziA_RwAAUBaQgUK5uZZcw="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 232px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:bCgHzT__HBJJCM::westernstandard.blogs.com/shotgun/images/2008/08/02/freedom.jpg&amp;t=1&amp;h=232&amp;w=160&amp;usg=___I2lWpziA_RwAAUBaQgUK5uZZcw=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sense of my writing , I am rude and I don't respect my parents. So what, screw it. I'm a bad person and hell is my place , thou I'm not ready to face the Lord. This is me , I don't voice out what I don't like. I'm a dog with neck collar, I'm trained not to bite and listen to order. I'm a coward for not voicing this in front of your face. I don't mind. This is because I still RESPECT both of you as a parent, no matter how bad or how stupid I am in the sense of my writings here, I know both of you will still accept me as a child. Don't worry , I will never throw you guys away. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not the same way like yesterday , and time machine doesn't exist. How I wish you could compare your 'last time' with the present :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                 Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;u&gt;Azzat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 son of Kamarudin and Salamah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Mf9MFNVu72RG4M::www.inquisitr.com/wp-content/i-dunno-lol.jpg&amp;t=1&amp;h=192&amp;w=262&amp;usg=__OZ-yCPfHL5TYzXlNGJ8OYGoF7Z4="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 192px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Mf9MFNVu72RG4M::www.inquisitr.com/wp-content/i-dunno-lol.jpg&amp;t=1&amp;h=192&amp;w=262&amp;usg=__OZ-yCPfHL5TYzXlNGJ8OYGoF7Z4=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could read this , I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post doesn't meant to break your heart , I wish you could read this and understand the feelings I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4739570267184366507?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4739570267184366507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4739570267184366507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4739570267184366507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4739570267184366507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-for-you.html' title='A letter for you'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4235679219861507226</id><published>2010-05-20T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:16:32.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>Heart attack eh to see my "juniors" from my former high school to be rude , especially when it comes to religious stuff. How good they are at flaming other religion , I've read few comments on the facebook. At that age? Not even complete your SPM , which such mentality? Nah , can't blame them. I blame their upbringing , must be from the parents, unless they were raised by chimpanzees or some other species I am not surprised they have such behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:AyC_yM1Sp6DXGM::rawfoodsdietplan.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/urban-chimp.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=194&amp;amp;w=260&amp;amp;usg=__ne56hJVTtvlaaqSn4iH4_apCrPc="&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:AyC_yM1Sp6DXGM::rawfoodsdietplan.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/urban-chimp.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=194&amp;amp;w=260&amp;amp;usg=__ne56hJVTtvlaaqSn4iH4_apCrPc=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know why is it so hard for people to be tolerant in this country. I respect your beliefs and I expect them from you too. I have muslim friends who studied bible just for the sake of knowing the other religion and a teacher who studied islam and reads the translation of the Holy Qoran. The outcome is , they respect other religion and they know the limits in debating. Religious stuff will always be a sensitive issue. That is why we have extremist everywhere from every religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing all my respects to people who take the initiative to get to know more on other religion. Rather than saying our prophet loves MILF because he married a 45 years old woman , why not sacrifice your tiny weeny lil brainy cell to search the reasons why. Or make use of the google for the sake of knowledge instead of using google to lurk for free porn websites and scarlett johannson naked pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/31/l_1ac36c24caaf49a5ada809817ed36849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 310px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/31/l_1ac36c24caaf49a5ada809817ed36849.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for our KPM to abolish moral studies and make a slot for religious studies. what are they afraid of? they're scared that muslim students going to convert into other religion when they know more on it? They're too concerned on the muslim community in this country but the fact is they have son/daughter enjoying liquor out there. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tangan ada botol arak , hati ada kaabah ye?&lt;/span&gt; Oh why , sad sad country this is. There is no freedom in education here , even our Sejarah/History text book is full with twisted stories our government made to cover up their ass. I suggest you people to read 'What your teacher didn't teach you' by Farish Noor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bookgalaxo.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/9789834484538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://bookgalaxo.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/9789834484538.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's my rambling for today , seriously please take note about this racial issue. Show your human face , and please hide the ugly part of yourself from us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4235679219861507226?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4235679219861507226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4235679219861507226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4235679219861507226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4235679219861507226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/05/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-722789736399067137</id><published>2010-05-11T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:00:55.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ra Ra Raa a Roma Romama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mozey.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/cat_cartman_respect_ma_authoriteh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://mozey.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/cat_cartman_respect_ma_authoriteh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know , the feelings that you get when you treat people nicely and in return they give you a crap. Disastrous eh? I never ask you to be nice to me OR try to comfy me with all those stupid reasons. I don't need those , you know me well enough. Just tell me the real deal, I ain't kindergarten kids for you to play with. Call me rude for not respecting you , but first let me gain respect from you before I can start throwing to you all my respect. Dah , ape aku mengarut ni , bye. selamat malam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-722789736399067137?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/722789736399067137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=722789736399067137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/722789736399067137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/722789736399067137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/05/ra-ra-raa-roma-romama.html' title='Ra Ra Raa a Roma Romama'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-695003607096565948</id><published>2010-05-08T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T12:28:13.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the chicken cross the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:jRzx5Su3uafv6M"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 91px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:jRzx5Su3uafv6M" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gaaah , i'm officially free from financial crisis right now. tuition fees finally settled and i'm no longer barred from taking my final exam. stupid ptptn loan , why pay fees damn late one! Final exams just around the corner, been studying a bit thanks to my dear coursemate who pushed me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm , nothing much happened these few weeks. Just some random guy from MMU CS Server came to my room and start running 'amuk' by kicking my slippers (probably watched too much Bend It Like Beckham?) and shouting like nobody business infront of my room. What else , hmm... procrastinate too much? How many times I swore to myself that I'll wake up in the morning and study at the library which end up = me , comfy bed , pillows. Guess too much CS and DOTA , what to do.. We're pampered with good connection (sometimes) and a community which is good enough to assist you in killing your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:sHoPJZF4PmcRQM"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:sHoPJZF4PmcRQM" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why ideas always come when you're about to sleep? I have a lot of ideas on what to blog which I get before I sleep , and the ideas all gone when I woke up the next day , trying to turn the ideas into words. Aih , what a complex machine our brain is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that Malaysia Road/Street name kinda weird. You know , like Sungai Udang. Where got udang there , luckily Tepi Sungai is just near the Holy Sungai Klang. I don't see any hills at Bukit Tinggi. And few years back , MPK decided to change the 'lorong 423-a' name to 'lorong (some random house owner name who live in that lorong&gt;)' . I have a friend who stay in Lorong Abidin and he can proudly park in the middle of the road. When people shout 'WOI INGAT JALAN BAPAK KAU KE' he can just smile back and point to the signboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , this is a no-point-entry , just like the title. Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/some&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-695003607096565948?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/695003607096565948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=695003607096565948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/695003607096565948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/695003607096565948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-chicken-cross-road.html' title='and the chicken cross the road'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-3974989616303113014</id><published>2010-05-04T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:28:33.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S9_aD3cNH5I/AAAAAAAAA14/o6teXXgnlKc/s1600/rainbowbridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S9_aD3cNH5I/AAAAAAAAA14/o6teXXgnlKc/s320/rainbowbridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467328232607784850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just this side of Heaven, is a place called Rainbow Bridge…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our beloved bunnies so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our beloved bunnies are warm and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they miss someone very special to them; who had to be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;The all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU have been spotted, and when you and your beloved bunny finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life never absent from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Adapted from www.bunnybunch.org)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you weiling for this article. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S9_aEkb5ltI/AAAAAAAAA2A/xfgs7S6NTTE/s1600/bobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S9_aEkb5ltI/AAAAAAAAA2A/xfgs7S6NTTE/s320/bobby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467328244686100178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace , Bobby (15/3/2009 - 4/5/2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bink your way through buddy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-3974989616303113014?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/3974989616303113014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=3974989616303113014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3974989616303113014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3974989616303113014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-loving-memory-of.html' title='In loving memory of...'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S9_aD3cNH5I/AAAAAAAAA14/o6teXXgnlKc/s72-c/rainbowbridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-7423287891073929771</id><published>2010-04-30T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T04:03:53.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lollipops turn into cigarettes</title><content type='html'>Your close friends become your worst enemies,&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend becomes an idiot&lt;br /&gt;Lollipops turn into cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;The innocent ones turn into sluts&lt;br /&gt;Homework goes in the trash&lt;br /&gt;Cell phones are being used in class&lt;br /&gt;Detention becomes suspension&lt;br /&gt;Soda becomes vodka&lt;br /&gt;Bikes becomes cars&lt;br /&gt;Undies turn into Boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?&lt;br /&gt;When protection meant wearing a helmet?&lt;br /&gt;When the worst things you could get from girls were cooties?&lt;br /&gt;Mom's shoulders were the highest place on Earth&lt;br /&gt;and dad was your hero?&lt;br /&gt;Your worst enemies were your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Race issues were about who ran the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;War was only a card game?&lt;br /&gt;The only drug you knew was cough medicine?&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut?&lt;br /&gt;The only things that hurt you were skinned?&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And we couldn't wait to grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:anonymous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs472.ash1/25873_318952634158_635664158_2951138_8015013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs472.ash1/25873_318952634158_635664158_2951138_8015013_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is if we stop stereotyping others , mix and blend all together regardless who we are and what we're carrying on both our shoulders. Does it worth to look back? Yes it does. Did you realize how stupid ALL of us last time? All the STUPID things we did together? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will , and always will think back of the past and I'd laugh to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dedicated to all my friends =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-7423287891073929771?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/7423287891073929771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=7423287891073929771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7423287891073929771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7423287891073929771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/04/lollipops-turn-into-cigarettes.html' title='Lollipops turn into cigarettes'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-9184393364742331502</id><published>2010-04-04T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:29:41.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Leaders Programme [pt 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah , I smell something in here. Rotten blog , it’s dead – yeah it’s DEAD. Few reasons why I can’t update my blog is due to my hectic schedule ( mainly because of Counterstrikes and trying to complete my unfinished assignments ) and I don’t think it’s worth spending hours sitting in front of my desktop and trying to write something that nobody will read. Hahah , nevermind. Syok Sendiri for awhile , trying to imagine I have thousands of reader , have massive traffics on my blog from all around the world. Earn big bucks from nuffnang , having hot chicks reading my blog – oh why. Hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just a quick recap on what happened on my Mid Semester Break. FOSEE students were given a week break , which is the week after school holidays.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We made few plans among us on how to spend the week , but none of the plans were execute. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And finally four of us decided to join the ‘Future Leader Programmes’ under Student Representative Council (SRC) for 3 days and 2 nights. How was that? Me? Leader? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As what been said by everyone , it is indeed a turning point for me. My first intention to undergo this programme is to woo girls and trying to broaden my 'network circle' la kononnya. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went few 'leadership/kepimpinan camp before'. But somehow , this programme differs from all the stupid 'kem kepimpinan blablabla' stuff where the facilitators were someone around my age, and most of them still a chap from high school which only have experience being a leader of kelab pencinta alam? kelab chess? kelab bahasa ibunda? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organized by Alumni Yayasan Tun Abdul Razak , my facilitators were among the professionals which range from a lawyer to a Managing Director , which have more experience and knowledge on leadership. Good thing is they're willing to share , and they're willing to PAY for our expenses here for 3 days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay , stop crapping. Take a look down here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jeFamPo8I/AAAAAAAAAzA/t2eK4AhaWbQ/s1600/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jeFamPo8I/AAAAAAAAAzA/t2eK4AhaWbQ/s320/alone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456355133179798466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                             alone , i know no one there except four of my friends from the same batch&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jfZZif_uI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/wd4MPBaO8s0/s320/judi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it all starts from a card game called Taiti. We bond together from here. Hahaha gay-ish betul la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jeD83VT4I/AAAAAAAAAyw/l68JIRTx4do/s320/27236_380689721370_612006370_4322277_6304255_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drafted to 1 out of 4 groups. Called ourselves Baywatch. Hahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jhW5WrfLI/AAAAAAAAA04/8owYvd8_yY4/s320/nametag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making our group name tags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jf1FKZDRI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/lLLQAtpc4Z4/s320/eugene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our faci , mr eugene. a managing director of Sime Groups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jeUoe7_dI/AAAAAAAAAzo/cu-NwhDG2eU/s320/chaos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debate , we as the STAD (student affairs division) against Board of Director of MMU(BOD), Student Representative Council (SRC) and International Student Society (ISS). Trying to defend our role as the STADs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jeVjpW_0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/z4bIrJ1oJQo/s320/debate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some serious points highlighted by the BOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jeV4PVqSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/2-DRlIQBCRI/s320/debate2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus me with epic serious face , HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jkSIh4QzI/AAAAAAAAA1g/fneMD81o63s/s320/unity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fight for their rights , eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jeTDRAZ3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/RsMp1-DRMSM/s320/boo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abg Den tried his best to provoke them. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jeTixL4MI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ZugXmqKlVFY/s320/captball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captain Ball , our team won the game. Thanks to our panjang-ness , hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jeHCpZ3hI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/pJZ0kbBLKhc/s320/bengong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to direct three blindfolded guy to throw something to another side. Stupid me , I'm pointing to the direction when they can't even see where I'm pointing at. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jhXOsq03I/AAAAAAAAA1A/Fu4pmyBenpI/s320/perang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most exciting game , i don't know what it is called . But our mission is to protect the king (Abg Den) . Can you see how BIG our king is? and we have to protect him from water balloons and at the same time , try to kill the opposing team punya king. The mainpoint is to complete the task given. We combined with another group who called themselves as Tsunami. So , the outcome is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jeEsBlAzI/AAAAAAAAAy4/GPlO7qIKUrw/s320/baynami.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAYNAMI !! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jlsSAz-2I/AAAAAAAAA1w/i2l71BORnYY/s320/king2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at their king. compare with us! and the luck was on their side , they won the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(corrupted pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jhV_y8o9I/AAAAAAAAA0o/D2-b2i7khHY/s320/lawyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Tan , a lawyer. Very outspoken , good with words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jhWRRfRPI/AAAAAAAAA0w/fBbxYY25PJk/s320/lwyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explanation of the activities we did earlier. As he said , it is a 'fun in a serious way' kind of activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jhVqhL8sI/AAAAAAAAA0g/NjRTfoAQD0M/s320/groupphoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group photos before the end of our first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll continue with part two later on. Cheerios! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits : Pictures of Shazly (MukaSurat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-9184393364742331502?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/9184393364742331502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=9184393364742331502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/9184393364742331502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/9184393364742331502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-leaders-programme-pt-1.html' title='Future Leaders Programme [pt 1]'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S7jeFamPo8I/AAAAAAAAAzA/t2eK4AhaWbQ/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-5527891445207861256</id><published>2010-03-08T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:18:53.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Rejections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The strong fear of rejection , be it - rejection by the crowds , by the society , by your colleagues , by someone that you love , worst still by your parents. All of us , have the fear towards rejection. Do we blame God for making our nature too complex? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear helps men to be strong , competitive and courageous in times of danger. It's not the battle of Troy against the Spartan - it's the battle of Troy's prince in defending Helen, the wife that he stole from her husband , Menelaus from Sparta. It's the battle in overcoming FEAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/troy/battle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 236px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/troy/battle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ehhh back to the topic , Fear of REJECTION. I've been rejected , once. And it's hell of an experience. Rejections overshadow myself. The fear of rejections overshadowed me and make me emotionally-paralyzed. This hinders me from doing things that I really want to do , including dating and meeting the opposite genders. I'm sure all men would have the same fear of rejections. Unless you're super thick faced chap. I bet men would rather run on a minefield rather than walking to a woman and ask her for a date. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The reason I posted about this is because I've a crush lately on a sweet girl. I knew her from a friend of mine which is also her bestfriend. I'd say , it's a crazy crush. Woman do know how to treat a guy , right? Hahaha! That friend of mine forced me to ask her out for a movie , not a date. C'mon Azzat! It's only a freaking movie outing! But yes , still the fear of rejection 'overshadowed' me. I was too concerned with rejection if I ask her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And for the first time ever , I asked her out on Sunday , since she's not working on that day. She gave me excuses for not going out. Said she have an eye bag due to lack of sleep. Saying that she's helping her mom doing the house chores. Mannnnnnnnnn , malu la siot. Where should I put my face now? So this is the reason why I posted entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://seductiontutor.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/fear_of_rejection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://seductiontutor.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/fear_of_rejection.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;from the website www.askmen.com , I found the valid reasons why I was rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most men fear rejection because it lowers their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/money/body_and_mind/29_better_living.html" style="color: rgb(25, 86, 197); text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;self-esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. But there is really no reason to lose any confidence when women say "no" because they aren't really rejecting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; How could they be rejecting you when they don't even know what you're all about? It's not like they studied your personality and qualities before deciding to refuse you. Maybe they declined your offer because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 18px; background-image: url(http://images.askmen.com/frame/pointer_square_b.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 3px 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They're dating someone or married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 18px; background-image: url(http://images.askmen.com/frame/pointer_square_b.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 3px 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They're having a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 18px; background-image: url(http://images.askmen.com/frame/pointer_square_b.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 3px 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They like you, but have their protective shield up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; line-height: 18px; background-image: url(http://images.askmen.com/frame/pointer_square_b.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 3px 7px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They don't feel like talking to anyone -- even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/celebs/men/entertainment/44_brad_pitt.html" style="color: rgb(25, 86, 197); text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The important thing to remember is that no one in this world can appeal to everyone's tastes. Each woman has her preferences, so if she rejects you, it just means that you don't fit the description of what she desires. You should approach as many women as possible in order to increase your chances of finding one that is looking for a guy like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Truth is , as what my friend told me. She's not used and shy going out with me alone. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Should have said it earlier mah , why let me suffer macam ni. Haihhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-5527891445207861256?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/5527891445207861256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=5527891445207861256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5527891445207861256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5527891445207861256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/03/fear-of-rejections.html' title='Fear of Rejections'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4910855383198324181</id><published>2010-03-05T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:20:26.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kereta</title><content type='html'>Back @ Klang. No surprise , I'll be at Klang every weekends. Why? Because most of my coursemate and roommate going back to their hometown every weekends , and I have nothing to do there on weekends except facing the computer for the whole day. I don't have a car to drive around , all I have is a public bus that can take me to Alamanda , Putrajaya which is the nearest shopping mall for me to kill time. Most of the food court is closed on Saturday , which makes matter worst.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class finished at 12pm , after Friday's prayer I'm supposed to call any of my family members ( in most of the cases , my DAD ) to fetch me back home. For the past two weeks , I didn't call him. I'll ask my brother to fetch me. And today , ayah called me asking whether I'm coming back to Klang or not. I answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;'nak balik , tapi takde orang nak ambik.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked me to take TRAIN back to Klang! Wowowiwa , I said NO. I don't want to hurt my back sitting on a train for THREE hours. Funny eh , Cyberjaya &gt; Klang = 3 hours of journey. ( bus &gt; ERL &gt; KTM )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he fetch me around 9pm. Hmm , he's 58 years old (or 59? my god , I lost track of my own father's age!) Just imagine he driving alone all the way from Klang to Cyberjaya to fetch me. Why don't he give his car to me , less hassle ay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still wondering why my parents don't allow and don't want to buy for me a car. Not to say my parents can't afford it , they can. A kancil or second hand car which worth less than rm8,000 can do the job by providing me a transport to travel back to Klang. Even a &lt;i&gt;pisang goreng&lt;/i&gt; seller could afford a decent car for their son , why not my parents?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entah la , maybe my parents scared that the car itself could be a "wing" for me to fly here and there (read : freedom) , kan? I can go anywhere I want , plus I'm staying in hostel so there's no 'parental supervision' here. Ughh.. Trust , the word that doesn't apply to me in them. Maybe they think that I'm like other teenagers , trying to 'enjoy' life. What the heck , what's there to enjoy? Nowadays , they (parents) love to generalize something they are not sure of. Take example , clubbing. They think ALLLLLLLLLLLL teenagers will go club and starts drinking and consuming alcohols. I may not be a good muslim but I scored A for my Islamic Studies. I know which is good and which is bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how do I persuade them to get me a car? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Torcher my dad , call him in the middle of night to fetch me at Cyberjaya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Start selling dopes and drugs to earn money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Wear pads on my buttock , so I won't feel anything sitting in a train for 3 hours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Steal their car in the middle of night and drive all the way to Cyberjaya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Tell them I need a car which I know the answer will always be an absolute NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol too many choices eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4910855383198324181?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4910855383198324181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4910855383198324181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4910855383198324181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4910855383198324181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/03/kereta.html' title='Kereta'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-1255471536903197276</id><published>2010-02-24T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:07:44.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming .... to Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S4YTj6SD0QI/AAAAAAAAAyo/0VCzcLkwc30/s1600-h/kad+wakil+borat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S4YTj6SD0QI/AAAAAAAAAyo/0VCzcLkwc30/s320/kad+wakil+borat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442058707385176322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He'll be working @ a local insurance company. Oh wai-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-1255471536903197276?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/1255471536903197276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=1255471536903197276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1255471536903197276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1255471536903197276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcoming-to-malaysia.html' title='Welcoming .... to Malaysia!'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S4YTj6SD0QI/AAAAAAAAAyo/0VCzcLkwc30/s72-c/kad+wakil+borat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-5801312465058261263</id><published>2010-02-21T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:06:34.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circumcision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cityisoc.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/circumcision20stop20bad20painful20funny20against20anti.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 290px;" src="http://cityisoc.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/circumcision20stop20bad20painful20funny20against20anti.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;                                                                       *the real POTONG campaign!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Circumcision, a topic given by my ISLAMIC STUDIES lecturer for me to present on this upcoming week. How's that? I didn't opted for this topic , but since I was laughing when one of my coursemate did some lame ass joke about circumcision , the lecturer chose me to present for this topic. Man! Why me?! Uh , let me give you some idea on circumcision. It's basically the slight removal of foreskin on your P3N1$ , it is hygienic(proven scientifically : for those atheist/scientology crap who don't believe in god). According to Wikipedia. It is known as "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;khitan/khatan&lt;/span&gt;" in Islam while the Jew's called it  "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Brit Milah&lt;/span&gt;" . Circumcision causes controversy as people think it is an act of barbarism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forladiesbyladies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/20070529_circumcised_banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 277px;" src="http://forladiesbyladies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/20070529_circumcised_banana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;    *picture somehow related*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well , it is a topic worth to be discuss about. It is also another way to let people know the benefits of circumcision , rather than pointing it as an act of barbarism. I did some research on why circumcision was labeled as barbaric , and I found the answer to it. It is called 'Act of Barbarism' as it cause pain , especially to child. That's an 'antique' statement. Today's circumcision process no longer using a sharp stone or a knife to 'cut' the foreskin of your P3n1$ . Laser surgery is offered widely in every hospitals or GP worldwide. Please take note that circumcision is not applied to male only , so does female!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;THE BENEFITS OF CIRCUMCISION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 Many older men, who have bladder or prostate gland problems, also develop difficulties with their foreskins due to their surgeon's handling, cleaning, and using instruments. Some of these patients will need circumcising. Afterwards it is often astonishing to find some who have never ever seen their glans (knob) exposed before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Some older men develop cancer of the penis - about 1 in 1000 - fairly rare, but tragic if you or your son are in that small statistic. Infant circumcision gives almost 100% protection, and young adult circumcision also gives a large degree of protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Protection against HIV and AIDS. Another British Medical Journal article in May 2000 suggested that circumcised men are 8 times less likely to contract the HIV virus. (It is very important here to say that the risk is still far too high and that condoms and safe sex must be used - this applies also to preventing cancer of the cervix in women who have several partners.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Balanitis is an unpleasant, often recurring, inflammation of the glans. It is quite common and can be prevented by circumcision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Urinary tract infections sometimes occur in babies and can be quite serious. Circumcision in infancy makes it 10 times less likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few more benefits that I wouldn't like to post it up here as it consume space and I don't think there's people bother reading about this. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Controvery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's a group of people going against 'Circumcision' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholicsagainstcircumcision.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q : Circumcision is not a reversible stuff. Children should decide themselves once they enter adulthood , not by their parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Answer : Immunization , Vaccine wasn't decided by them. Have you ever see a child enjoying every bits of injection they have? Isn't that an 'act of barbarism' as what you claim in promoting your 'Respecting the Bodily Integrity' Campaign? So does it apply to circumcision. There's nothing to lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q : There's a saying 'If it is not broken , don't fix it' . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.circinfo.com/benefits/bmc.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Click Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; for more details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Answer : There is also a saying that goes ' Prevention is better than cure' , Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well , this is what I'm going to present on this Wednesday(i hope the class will be cancel T__T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And and and and.... I can see myself blushing in front of my classmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My Personal Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being a Muslim , circumcision is a must. Yea , I admit it is a 'painful' process. Not the painful which referring to 'Ouch' or days of crying. The painful part is you can't move around freely. You have to stay on your bed wearing your kain pelikat that is tied with a string so that you won't feel tired holding the kain pelikat to avoid it 'touches' your 'little friend' . Other than that , walking like a penguin is also a must to , again , avoid your 'little brother' touches your thighs. Hahaha. You'll feel the difference when you pee. Banyak smooth wo ! HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnIRCLPQG0k/SUnpe2ETpvI/AAAAAAAAGXg/x_BdB-aEohg/s400/s.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnIRCLPQG0k/SUnpe2ETpvI/AAAAAAAAGXg/x_BdB-aEohg/s400/s.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnIRCLPQG0k/SUnpe2ETpvI/AAAAAAAAGXg/x_BdB-aEohg/s400/s.bmp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                    &lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  *nah , that's not me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-5801312465058261263?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/5801312465058261263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=5801312465058261263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5801312465058261263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5801312465058261263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/02/circumcision.html' title='Circumcision'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnIRCLPQG0k/SUnpe2ETpvI/AAAAAAAAGXg/x_BdB-aEohg/s72-c/s.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-7850359838227711684</id><published>2010-02-21T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T03:32:11.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn , I need to change my blog layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-7850359838227711684?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/7850359838227711684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=7850359838227711684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7850359838227711684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7850359838227711684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/02/damn-i-need-to-change-my-blog-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-133824015391649739</id><published>2010-02-05T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:12:48.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another personal whine by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't imagine that I sat on a public transport to travel from Cyberjaya to Klang KTM Station. *slaps myself hard* Hahaha , actually I vowed to myself that I will never sit on public transport because the service they provide doesn't worth the money I spent. Not to mention about the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;urang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;epat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;asa" service that they gave to passengers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:aDtS3NaHWBm1aM:http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/19/Class_81_KTM_Komuter_train,_Kuala_Lumpur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:aDtS3NaHWBm1aM:http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/19/Class_81_KTM_Komuter_train,_Kuala_Lumpur.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 84px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took RapidKL from my campus to Putrajaya Sentral and it took me 30 minutes to wait for the bus. Upon reaching Putrajaya Sentral , I board on ERL (Express Rail Link). Much to my surprise, the train is on time. The clockboard (some called it as an imageboard) shows that the train will arrive in 5 minutes time. I wasn't expecting the train will reach once the timer reach 0 mins. But actually it did ! So the journey from Putrajaya Sentral to KL Sentral kill another 40 minutes of my study week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:BVkk9qX2TyjKcM:http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t224/Nissan_FUGA/02112008043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:BVkk9qX2TyjKcM:http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t224/Nissan_FUGA/02112008043.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 102px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I reached there , I took my lunch at McDonald (McValue Lunch wei , rugi rugi) and there's two incidents happened. At first , I was glancing at a cute chinese girl who's standing at the doorway. She looked at me back and approached me. I saw her holding a card , which I thought could be her phone number or email or facebook link HAHA. Guess what , stated on the card is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I am deaf , on behalf of (some association name , I can't recall) we hope that you , Mr/Mrs/Ms could give some donation in order to blablablablablabla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh emo aku lepas tu. Hahah , and then there's one chinese aunty aged around 50-60 years old asking some money from a group of people beside me. They said that they don't have small change and that aunty cursed them in language that I don't understand. I ran to the toilet to avoid being "interview" by that aunty. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I went KL Sentral is to meet with a vendor to get my LCD screen. He said he'll arrive around 3pm and I was there effing early (about 1pm) . I decided to take a walk to Lowyat Plaza. As I reach the monorail station , I recalled that once my friend told me there's a prostitution area or some people called that place as a "Malaysia Red-Light District" which is located just behind Monorail Station. Brickfields , anyone know about this place? I took a walk there without worries of getting rob or "pow" by people there as I left my laptop , my luggage in a secured locker at KL Sentral (you can trust the locker , it is guarded by security guard who'll approach whoever come near to the locker area and will ask "Boleh saya bantu?" Hahah) just to get myself a clearer view of that place. I saw some hawker stalls and there's a stall selling "Air Kelapa". I stopped and bought myself a drink until then a chinese uncle approach me and speak in mandarin language. I told him that I don't understand what the F he's talking. He explain me back in Bahasa. "atas ada perempuan , rm50. tambah rm10 boleh 'icecream' " and I was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nonlinearmatters.com/blog/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nonlinearmatters.com/blog/wtf.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 102px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course , walked away. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Brickfields with tonnes of things running through my mind. Where's our authorities , what measurements have they taken to sweep out these rubbish out from this town despite of the raids , ambush made by them as what we seen in the media. I've read somewhere on the internet saying that after been raid/ambush , the 'red-light district' came alive again after few weeks. Might say corruption causing all this happened? Macam '360' tak aku? 999? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Lowyat Plaza and take a look at all the gadgets that I couldn't afford to buy. DSLR , iPhone, ENGTX285(anyone? nvidiafags fanboi?) Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am. At the comfort of my home with shitty internet connections. My brother decided to 'potong' to P1 and this is the result of 'potong' , seriously I feel like throwing this modem to the wall , man! =/&lt;/span&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/7185845173791594927-133824015391649739?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/133824015391649739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=133824015391649739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/133824015391649739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/133824015391649739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-personal-whine-by-me.html' title='another personal whine by me'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4270476546779695445</id><published>2010-01-30T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:25:53.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does my birthday say about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got these from facebook =) True?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Progressive, Cautious &amp;amp; Independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Even though you are great with groups of people, it &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;takes a bit when it comes to making close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Deeply sensitive and cautious, closeness means vulnerability to you, and this is not something to be taken lightly. Your direct, no-nonsense approach in combination with their strong values can make it challenging to get to know the inner person. Yet those who are able to do so will discover a friendship that lasts through the years. You will go the distance for a loved one to the point of self-sacrifice if necessary. You look for creativity, intellect, and honesty in your friends. When it comes to family, the expectations are no less. Although dedicated to a sense of duty to relatives, you aren’t one for developing close bonds&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; unless the same qualities you expect in your friendships are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Favorable Colors: Turquoise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Key Body Part: Ankles, Circulatory System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lucky Gem: Turquoise Strengths: Progressive, original, humanitarian, independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weaknesses: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runs from emotional expression&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, uncompromising, temperamental, aloof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Charismatic marks: Good looks, beautiful eyes, angular faces, thin build.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Likes: Fun with friends, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fighting for causes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, helping others, intellectual conversation, a good listener. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dislikes: Limitations, being lonely, broken promises, dull or boring situations, people who disagree with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Best environment: Any gathering of people to exchange ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4270476546779695445?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4270476546779695445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4270476546779695445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4270476546779695445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4270476546779695445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-does-my-birthday-say-about-me.html' title='What does my birthday say about me'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6720591474568598693</id><published>2010-01-28T00:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:56:32.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthdayyyyyy !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yada yada , happy birthday to me! still not too late to wish myself isn't it? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There's nothing to celebrate when you're one year older! I don't know , maybe some of you thinks that birthday is somewhat a special day and a "look-forward" date of the year. I've lost the mood of celebrating my birthday for the past 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2008&lt;/b&gt;- "shit , spm coming!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009&lt;/b&gt;- "yay , driving license"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2010&lt;/b&gt;- "uh , one more year before i ends my teenage days"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like birthday celebration , why? because I myself thinks that birthday celebration is just to make someone feel special on that very day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people celebrate their own birthday? Instead of waiting for gifts and wishes from people , why don't we ourself thanks our parents for raising and brought us where we are now? Don't you think that you're completely nothing without your parents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true birthday celebration is when you have the thought of celebrating the year that just passed and those things that you lived during that year, the friends and family you share with, the love you received and gave, the achievements, and even the failures that have make you learn or be a better person. Now that's what birthday is all about. Have you ever heard of , "one year older , one year wiser" ? =) Besides, you celebrate the begining of a phase, a new year to do things better, to improve your life, to get to wherever you wanna go, more time to spend with your loved persons, more time to read, work, learn, play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As i'm growing one year older on 25th january , I wish that I could be the one who cheer people around me. The one who willingly listens to all your problems and try my best to do whatever I can. Closing all my hatred towards people , may god forgive you and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why did I posted this ? There's a reason behind it. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21039_246339089158_635664158_2740688_8146416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21039_246339089158_635664158_2740688_8146416_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;i&gt; * ye mak , tu anak mak. bukan zombie kampung pisang! *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something unexpected happened weeks before my birthday. I thought it was just a normal Barbeque party held at my friend's place. Mana tau , suddenly everyone surrounding me with flour and eggs on their hands. Epic , looks like a Ponggal Festival to me. =)&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/7185845173791594927-6720591474568598693?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6720591474568598693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6720591474568598693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6720591474568598693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6720591474568598693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthdayyyyyy.html' title='Happy birthdayyyyyy !'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-1700117446248607167</id><published>2010-01-18T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:38:15.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Casper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat which became famous for catching the same bus every day for four years has been run over and killed - while crossing the road to catch its daily lift.&lt;br /&gt;Crafty Casper died in a hit and run accident as he tried to board the No3 service.&lt;br /&gt;He hopped on the bus around 10am every morning and sat on the back seat throughout its entire 11 mile route.&lt;br /&gt;The freeloading Feline would travel around his home city of Plymouth, Devon, for up to an hour before arriving back at the same stop.&lt;br /&gt;But after an estimated 20,000 miles on the bus Casper was killed crossing the road to catch his daily ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/01/18/article-1244106-07E8C301000005DC-772_468x321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 321px;" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/01/18/article-1244106-07E8C301000005DC-772_468x321.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casper the cat takes his daily trip on the No.3 First National bus in Plymouth&lt;br /&gt;Devastated owner Susan Finden, 65, said whoever ran over her cat failed to stop and help him.&lt;br /&gt;She said: 'Many people knew Casper, who loved everyone.&lt;br /&gt;'He enjoyed the bus journeys. Sadly a motorist hit him and did not stop.&lt;br /&gt;'Casper died from his injuries. He will be greatly missed - he was a much loved pet who had so much character.&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you to all those who befriended him.'&lt;br /&gt;During his regular trips the 12-year-old cat passed an historic dockyard and naval base, a city centre, several suburbs and a red light district.&lt;br /&gt;He took his daily rides for so long that all First Bus drivers were told to look out for him to ensure he got off at the right stop.&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother-of-three Susan added: 'I called him Casper because he had a habit of vanishing like a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;'But then some of the drivers told me he had been catching the bus.&lt;br /&gt;'I couldn't believe it at first, but it explained a lot. He loved people and we have a bus stop right outside our house so that must be how he got started.'&lt;br /&gt;Casper was owned by Sue Finden, who only found out about his escapades when he followed her on to a bus and the driver, Rob Stonehouse, said he travelled with them all the time&lt;br /&gt;Care worker Susan got Casper from a rescue centre in 2002 and drivers say he started riding the bus in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;She has now put up a sign at the bus stop breaking the bad news to other commuters who regularly shared a ride with her pet.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Finden said that despite his regular bus rides Casper had 'no road sense whatsoever'.&lt;br /&gt;She said: 'Casper was quite quick for his age but I was trying to stop him from riding the bus so much.&lt;br /&gt;'He had no road sense whatsoever but he loved people.&lt;br /&gt;'He'd queue up in line good as gold - it'd be 'person, person, person, cat, person, person'.'&lt;br /&gt;A spokesman for First Bus added: 'He'd just curl up at the back of the bus. He never caused any trouble.'&lt;br /&gt;Susan believes Casper may have begun life at a haulage yard as he was so fond of large vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-12...ed-hit-run.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saddening eh. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" background-color: rgb(250, 252, 254); color: rgb(70, 85, 132); line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif, Georgia, Courier, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-1700117446248607167?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/1700117446248607167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=1700117446248607167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1700117446248607167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1700117446248607167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/01/rip-casper.html' title='RIP Casper'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6230016506338896569</id><published>2010-01-13T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:42:01.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rrrrrraaaaannnnddddoooomm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was sick this entire week , maybe this is what they called "Exam Sickness" LOL&lt;br /&gt;I never counter this before , be it PMR or SPM. I can still happily playing computer games till 6am without thinking about exams. Maybe things changed. If I screwed up this semester , I might be under probation period and worst , I have to fork out more money to cover up those tuition fees. I'm on PTPTN loan now , they just provide RM8,000 for my foundation fees. Total up everything , my parents have to pay another rm3,000 extra because total fees is around rm12,000 plus. Actually they wanted to sponsor for my foundation studies , but I insist. Susah la kalau beli sesuatu pakai duit parents , mesti diorang ungkit. Let say I didn't get good result or "cukup-cukup makan je" . I'm sure I'll get a few hours brainwash especially from my dad (like what happened to my bro before. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Mdm Ma , I don't know whether she's the Dean for foundation studies or what , but I admire the way she speaks and the way she tried to motivate me and my friend. HAHAH. Then off to Mr. Aizuddin's room. He's our physics cum academic advisor for my batch to handout my assignments. He showed me my course work marks. I managed to score 38 out of 50 percent. And now I just need to find another 2 marks from my final paper which is in total 50 percent to pass. I'm not looking forward for a "Pass" only , I need flying colors to prove to my parents that I actually "STUDY" here instead of playing games all the time and putting my face in front of the book. FACEBOOK! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S02jJlck_0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/G_R0o7R87iM/s1600-h/gamerKitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S02jJlck_0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/G_R0o7R87iM/s320/gamerKitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426172511117442882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yea , I admit. I'm a heavy gamer. What they called? Gamerholic? LOL. And somebody just make fun of my gaming equipments. Sungguh Butthurt-ed aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Azariff : Eleh , gaming equipment mega-mega buat pe , bkn world class pun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cilaka sungguh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Wednesday , and tomorrow is Thursday. I'm going back to Klang to collect my 23" LCD from a vendor. Hoho. I'll try to study at home , if I can. Provided that my bro haven't pay my TM Bills which already kena "potong" few weeks ago and since my friends all have gone back to their campus , I have no reason to stay up late and going out of the house. Maybe some exercise? Spring cleaning (HAHA) and of course have to clean up my rabbits cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another note , my first bro is officially a dad now. Congrats to both he and his wifey. Welcoming Jauhara Arisya(betul ke macam ni ejaan dia?) to our family! Er I don't have the pictures lah , no time to snap. My family member just reached the two digits number now. 10 of us now. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usop now at politeknik sabak bernam together with Arel. Syafiz back to Johor and will have industrial training at Pahang. How lonely I could be. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6230016506338896569?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6230016506338896569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6230016506338896569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6230016506338896569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6230016506338896569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/01/rrrrrraaaaannnnddddoooomm.html' title='rrrrrraaaaannnnddddoooomm'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S02jJlck_0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/G_R0o7R87iM/s72-c/gamerKitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-9073700792758741112</id><published>2010-01-11T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:51:41.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finals coming in one week. Time to kill more time studying and spend more cash on cigarettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-9073700792758741112?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/9073700792758741112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=9073700792758741112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/9073700792758741112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/9073700792758741112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/01/finals-coming-in-one-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-5376651433321141589</id><published>2010-01-03T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:48:50.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAWHAW</title><content type='html'>It's 6th of January , wasn't it too late to wish all of you a happy new year? No , so here it goes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us all say goodbye to 2009 and welcome 2010. Have a great year ahead. New year , new resolution , new changes , but still the same Azzat =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh crap , talking about resolution. How annoying it is when people keep bugging and asking me about my new year resolution. Haha! Well people , I don't have one! Because every time I set my own resolution , by the time I tend to forget what my resolution is. Well , I do remember of my last year's resolution. Kinda funny , but something to be shared here. I've accomplished my 2009 one and only resolution - to stay single through out the year. Don't laugh lah okay? I know it's abit childish and doesn't make sense. Hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why I decided to stay single is, for fun? HAHAHAH. Things started when I broke up with a girl that I knew back when I was in form 4. She's pretty, bright , brilliant I would say. Our relationship lasts for about 6 months where I decided to end the relationship for some stupid and lame ass reason. I'd laugh to it when I think about the reason. She's a top scorer in Raja Zarina and I'm just a moderate-slacking-trying to enjoy life-type of student in ACS. Funny to you hah? Hell , she deserves a better guy than me man! For present , she's pursuing her studies in medicine field in egypt , and thank god our relationship has ended. She's changed. Wearing burka/purdah all the time and I just can't imagine myself with a woman like that. What would I wear next if I'm still with her? A jubah and serban? =) Anyway , best of luck to her for every steps that she'll take in the future. ily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S0OJNG5DxkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/syGbiqyFf7s/s1600-h/niqab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height:200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S0OJNG5DxkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/syGbiqyFf7s/s320/niqab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423329234565449282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year of being single , one thing that I could never forget is being labelled as GAY to some of the form six girls because I'm always with a friend who wore effing PINK COLOURED WATCH to school. (read : you know who you are. HAHA) bright pink somemore , can see from distance wei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 left tonnes of memories for me. The memories that will remain in my brain even if it is eaten by worms or kept in a jar like Einstein's(LOL) for years to come and the experience that I'll share to those who're interested. Which is undergoing my National Service trainings in Sarawak for 2 months. The place where I learnt how to be discipline (cewah) , the place where taught me how to mingle with people from different background , different culture. The place where I would wake up in the morning and have a friend to talk with 24/7. The place which allow me to have the "once in a lifetime" experience of shaving my head bald. (read :: a ONCE in a lifetime) Hahahahah. The place who led me and my family to discover my uncle's family whom we never seen in our entire life. Those were the things that I jotted down deep inside of 2009 wall-of-fame(is there any such things?).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 also taught me the value of friendship. How I met numerous people and make friends with. Where I truly realize that it takes time to know a person's true color before taking them as a friend. Where some of those so called friends left a mark on my forehead written "Temporary" and some of them took me as their permanent friend. Not the one that finds me whenever they have problem and ran away when they have none. Not the one who seek me for company when his/her other friends were busy with their stuff and left me stranded when their friend is "available". (lols) Thank you 2009 , you've taught me a valuable lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S0OHwwMY1PI/AAAAAAAAAxs/O_sWKjyQm6w/s1600-h/TEMP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S0OHwwMY1PI/AAAAAAAAAxs/O_sWKjyQm6w/s320/TEMP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423327647924540658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The phrase goes.............. ahh susah la aku nak cakap inggeris ni! berbelit2 lidah. cakap bahasa melayu kan senang. Buka buku baru , tutup buku lama. (read :: buku hutang tak termasuk ye!) hahaha. so let's pray for a prosperous and a healthier day ahead. Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-5376651433321141589?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/5376651433321141589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=5376651433321141589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5376651433321141589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5376651433321141589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2010/01/hawhaw.html' title='HAWHAW'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/S0OJNG5DxkI/AAAAAAAAAx0/syGbiqyFf7s/s72-c/niqab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-1608012287958094981</id><published>2009-12-21T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:46:40.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melayu oh melayu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Melayu , masihkah kau ingat lagi&lt;br /&gt;Orang kita sibuk nak merdekakan pertiwi&lt;br /&gt;Inginkan bangsa yang madani&lt;br /&gt;sanggup belayar gi london berhari-hari&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang , apa sudah jadi&lt;br /&gt;Kau bergaul macam tak ada harga diri&lt;br /&gt;Melayu oh melayu , kau mabuk sampai ke pagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/31/l_1ac36c24caaf49a5ada809817ed36849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 450px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/31/l_1ac36c24caaf49a5ada809817ed36849.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu , masihkah kau ingat lagi&lt;br /&gt;Tragedi 13 Mei luka hakiki&lt;br /&gt;Bergaduh sana sini menegakkan diri&lt;br /&gt;Kini , bangsa kau dikeji&lt;br /&gt;Dicaci dihina bertubi tubi&lt;br /&gt;Melayu oh melayu , kemana kau menghilangkan diri?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJrxKY-_8yI/Sqe_-OUlXSI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Myag_ICmrCg/s800/injak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJrxKY-_8yI/Sqe_-OUlXSI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Myag_ICmrCg/s800/injak.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu , masihkah kau ingat lagi&lt;br /&gt;Kebebasan yang bapak kau bagi&lt;br /&gt;Kemahuan kau semua dituruti&lt;br /&gt;Tak dapat apa yang dikehendaki&lt;br /&gt;Kau hentak kaki&lt;br /&gt;Tengok apa dah jadi?&lt;br /&gt;Melayu oh melayu, kau merempit sampai kena langgar lori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ohtidak.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/ngerioh1-500x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 450px;" src="http://ohtidak.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/ngerioh1-500x375.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu , masihkah kau ingat lagi&lt;br /&gt;Perjuangan memartabatkan bangsa sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Tapi melayu , kau busuk hati&lt;br /&gt;Orang lain berjaya kau iri hati&lt;br /&gt;Kau berpecah sebab kau dengki&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kita berbeza ideologi&lt;br /&gt;Melayu oh melayu , apa dah jadi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.telokbakong.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/bukit-gantang-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.telokbakong.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/bukit-gantang-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu masihkah kau ingat lagi,&lt;br /&gt;Dulu kau makan nasi berlaukkan garam&lt;br /&gt;Sekali sekala dapat makan lauk ayam&lt;br /&gt;Zaman berlalu , melayu kau dah berubah alam&lt;br /&gt;Hidup mewah , tidur atas tilam&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah pulak tengok kau kerja siang malam&lt;br /&gt;Rupanya kau dapat duit seluk dalam&lt;br /&gt;Melayu oh melayu , kenapa perangai kau macam haram?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emporiumblog.com/images/070501corruption_rasuahback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 450px;" src="http://emporiumblog.com/images/070501corruption_rasuahback.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu , perlu ke aku ingatkan kau lagi&lt;br /&gt;bangsa kita sibuk bermimpi&lt;br /&gt;nak kaya cepat , tapi goyang kaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kau dengar cakap makhluk bertali leher , berkemeja T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Habis tanah ladang semua kau beri&lt;br /&gt;angan-angan satu pun tak pernah jadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dia lesap , kau gigit jari&lt;br /&gt;kat siapa lagi kau nak bergantung diri&lt;br /&gt;orang macam aku, wira papan kekunci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtLMb1tXKnQ/SYL9G5wG1_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/MJ3hdy-zNeA/s320/MLM-Planets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xtLMb1tXKnQ/SYL9G5wG1_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/MJ3hdy-zNeA/s320/MLM-Planets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c113/Wanda666/KeyboardWarriors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 450px;" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c113/Wanda666/KeyboardWarriors.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melayu oh melayu , pelik la aku tengok kau ni&lt;br /&gt;Kau hidup semua nak subsidi&lt;br /&gt;Diberi projek mega sana sini&lt;br /&gt;Dapat lagi duit royalti&lt;br /&gt;Tak tambah lagi duit kopi&lt;br /&gt;Tapi melayu , duit kau tak pernah mencukupi&lt;br /&gt;Mana taknya , turun naik genting tetiap hari&lt;br /&gt;Jumpa mapiau, beli keputusan loteri&lt;br /&gt;Menang sikit , kau tak pernah puas hati&lt;br /&gt;Kalah banyak , baru la kau risau tak tentu diri&lt;br /&gt;Melayu oh melayu , kemana duit kau pergi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/6402/85091125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 450px;" src="http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/6402/85091125.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Melayu , bukan bangsa kau aku caci&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun melayu , masih sedar diri&lt;br /&gt;Tapi melayu , aku patah hati&lt;br /&gt;tengok melayu kita mabuk sampai ke pagi&lt;br /&gt;tengok melayu kita mati kena langgar lori&lt;br /&gt;tengok melayu kita kena caci&lt;br /&gt;tengok melayu kita bergaduh sesama sendiri&lt;br /&gt;tengok melayu kita bertuhankan korupsi&lt;br /&gt;tengok melayu kita hanyut di dunia sendiri&lt;br /&gt;siapa tak sakit hati&lt;br /&gt;akibat kebodohan melayu punya mentaliti&lt;br /&gt;bangsa lain gelakkan bangsa kita sendiri&lt;br /&gt;cuba duduk semeja , minum kopi&lt;br /&gt;sama-sama kita cari konklusi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- entah camne aku leh mimpi tulis benda ni , bangun pagi2 tetiba leh terfikir lak nak tulis ni. ahahaha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-1608012287958094981?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/1608012287958094981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=1608012287958094981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1608012287958094981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1608012287958094981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/12/melayu-oh-melayu.html' title='Melayu oh melayu'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SJrxKY-_8yI/Sqe_-OUlXSI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Myag_ICmrCg/s72-c/injak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-7813788891253308868</id><published>2009-12-16T04:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T04:23:59.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is one of the reason why you shouldn't &lt;s&gt; loyar buruk &lt;/s&gt;    &lt;s&gt; pretend like you care  &lt;/s&gt;  comment on your lecturer's status update&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SyjRSjKZEWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Yd_gQQjACW0/s1600-h/mrlow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SyjRSjKZEWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Yd_gQQjACW0/s320/mrlow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415808668519698786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-7813788891253308868?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/7813788891253308868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=7813788891253308868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7813788891253308868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7813788891253308868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-one-of-reason-why-you-shouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SyjRSjKZEWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Yd_gQQjACW0/s72-c/mrlow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6302500966356162076</id><published>2009-12-15T07:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:18:45.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>*sniff* Rotten Blog , blerghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been speaking Bahasa &lt;u&gt; Kebangsaan &lt;/u&gt; a lot lately. Don't ask why! If you know why , please do let me know. Me myself also want to know why. And why did I underline the word &lt;u&gt;Kebangsaan&lt;/u&gt;? Simple , sebab kalau letak Bahasa &lt;u&gt;Melayu&lt;/u&gt; nanti orang cina dengan india marah , tak 1Malaysia la macam ni! Kalau letak Bahasa &lt;u&gt;Malaysia&lt;/u&gt; , nanti orang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INDON&lt;/span&gt; marah sebab dia kata tu bahasa dia! Malingsia betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok , enough craps. Flashback starts! Let's rewind 13 years from where I am now. I was in Tadika Ria where my teacher asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Azzat , kamu nak jadi apa bila dah besar nanti?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my birthday that year , I got this for my birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.farmway.co.uk/childrens-86/farming-toys-54/britains-backhoe-loader-1751-1045_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 224px;" src="http://www.farmway.co.uk/childrens-86/farming-toys-54/britains-backhoe-loader-1751-1045_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a friggin' backhoe yo! I'm into it and guess what I answered to my teacher's question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Besar nanti saya nak jadi orang yang bawak lori korek tanah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea , I got a nice laughing from my mates. Damn you all =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Forward* &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in Primary One. The same question was asked again by my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;During that time , the television slot is filled with superhero-kind of&lt;br /&gt;cartoons like Power Rangers , Jetman , Tomatoman , Dragon Ball. &lt;div&gt;Oh one more thing , me and my friends actually make our own rifle, made up of wood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;planks and  rubber bands. We used small pebbles as ammo and I can tell you , it's freaking&lt;div&gt;painful when you kena shot! We even have kevlar that we ripped off from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cardboard boxes and wore it on our body. (Noah if you read this , still remember? haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creative shit , aren't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Saya nak jadi POLIS! Boleh tembak orang jahat!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies and I was in standard 6 where Maths and Science is a critical subject. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere I go people will always say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Belajar pandai-pandai , nanti boleh jadi doktor"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Besar nanti jadi doktor , boleh rawat mak bila mak sakit nanti"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Doktor gaji banyak tau! Belajar tinggi-tinggi!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha , poooof!! takmau jadi lorry driver , takmau jadi polis! Saya nak jadi doktor!! Hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me 5 years to realize that medicine is not a field for me. How much I hate bio depicts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how my shattered dreams are. *I love physics more than bio!*  Saddening , right? Nak jadi pilot , sebab pilot looks cool and can woo hot stewardess. Too bad , four eyed aren't allowed. Cis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here I am , currently I have no ambition or planning for my future. Oh wait , I just found &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out something! I wanna be a GOLF PLAYER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theimproper.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/TigerSquad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 553px; height: 415px;" src="http://www.theimproper.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/TigerSquad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6302500966356162076?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6302500966356162076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6302500966356162076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6302500966356162076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6302500966356162076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-215813836369090105</id><published>2009-12-09T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:33:09.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Centuries pass and still the same&lt;br /&gt;War in our blood, some things never change&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for land and personal gain&lt;br /&gt;better your life, justify our pain&lt;br /&gt;The end is knocking&lt;br /&gt;The end is knocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all been lost for most of this life&lt;br /&gt;(lost for most of this life)&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we turn more hatred surrounds us&lt;br /&gt;And I know that most of us just ain’t right&lt;br /&gt;(most of us just ain’t right)&lt;br /&gt;Following the wrong steps, being led by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many lives will we take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How many hearts destined to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to run, can't escape&lt;br /&gt;Full of ourselves, tied to our fate&lt;br /&gt;The end is knocking&lt;br /&gt;The end is knocking, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all been lost for most of this life&lt;br /&gt;(lost for most of this life)&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we turn more hatred surrounds us&lt;br /&gt;And I know that most of us just ain’t right&lt;br /&gt;(most of us just ain’t right)&lt;br /&gt;Following the wrong steps, being led by pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With peace of mind so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;We're dwelling on the drastic signs&lt;br /&gt;Another way to numb our mind&lt;br /&gt;And as you close your eyes tonight&lt;br /&gt;and pray for a better life&lt;br /&gt;you’ll see it flying helplessly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all been lost for most of this life&lt;br /&gt;(lost for most of this life)&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we turn more hatred surrounds us&lt;br /&gt;And I know that most of us just ain’t right&lt;br /&gt;(most of us just ain’t right)&lt;br /&gt;Following the wrong steps, being led by pride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-215813836369090105?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/215813836369090105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=215813836369090105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/215813836369090105'/><link rel='self' 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I dreamt of being a father to few kids and of course , a husband to a wife. Never ever cross in my mind that I would be a father one day. Why? Simple , I hate kids. I just can't stand with the annoying-crying sound of a baby , and of course the hyper-playfulness behaviour of a child. Gahh , it is easier to take care hundred of rabbits than taking care of a child !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But somehow , thinking through that someday I'll become a father to my children and took over the mantle of a family leader from my dad. Okay , since I mentioned about my dad, here's a story of the guy who known to be a strict disciplinarian in our family. Try asking my brothers how many times the rattan cane kissed their ass before this. I remembered back once my brother was forced to sleep outside of the house just because he came back at 8pm (our curfew usually around 7.30 or before maghrib prayers) HAHAHA.  And years ago, my sister's boyfriend (which is her husband now) asked permission from my dad first to marry her. Guess what my dad answered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;"Kau betul ke nak kahwin dengan azlia tu? Dah la pemalas , tak reti masak. Kang tetiap hari makan nasi bungkus je kau nanti!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A strict disciplinarian is the best word to describe him. Somehow , he still love his children as much as how others father did. He didn't show his love verbally. For example , recently during my National Service , I was placed at Kuching,Sarawak. Being away from home for about 2 months , dad would always call me in the weekends. The one who always bank-in money into my account as soon as I informed him that I ran out of pocket money. Mom once told me how much dad missed me when I was away. He even bought flight tickets to Sarawak for the whole family just to visit me at my camp. Back to last year where I undergo a surgery to remove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nasal_polyp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;nasal polyps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; , dad was the one who stayed next to me until I woke up from the anaesthetic effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And accompany me through out the night , which he don't need to do so. That's how ayah shows his love towards me. Not saying that I'm the golden egg of the family thou , I did taste the lashing of the cane on my backside before! For one reason that I shouldn't mention here. HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sgsgashtead.com/Images/content/712/243000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 233px;" src="http://sgsgashtead.com/Images/content/712/243000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My father forbid me from doing whatever I like doing such as going out fishing with friends , watching tv all the time and of course sitting infront of the computer the whole day. He once cut my keyboard wire and gave away my precious 21" CRT Monitor (back in 1999 , that was the biggest CRT Monitor you could ever get) to a relative of mine. And if I going out somewhere , I wouldn't dare asking my dad for permission. Because the answer will be a certain "NO".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Instead of asking dad for permission , I asked from my mom. And my mom will redirect it to my father(that time for sure I've already went out of the house. HAHA) and my mom will get free lectures for letting me go out of the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;"Kenapa you bagi dia keluar?? Kan I dah kata suruh dia duduk rumah , belajar! Dia keluar pergi mana? Dengan siapa dia pergi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If there's any award nomination for my dad , I would nominate him for having the biggest balls in the world! For being a strict disciplinarian whom sacrificed hugs and kisses from his children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Being a strict parents , you might risk losing hugs and kisses from your children as they might get scared of you. Being strict doesn't provide you any guarantee of raising children with outstanding personalities. I wouldn't elaborate more in this , think about it yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://q8order.com/images/8simplerules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://q8order.com/images/8simplerules.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How about me being a father? Would I be a strict father or I'll just let loose and be a good and over-loving father which would risk me in raising a spoilt brat? Or be a father like Jack Ritter in "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;8 Simple Rules&lt;/span&gt;" Tv Series? Will I wear the robe of disciplinarian that my father would pass to his children one day? Nobody knows. I would prefer being a strict father and receive all the hatreds from my child and let my wife do the care and loving parts because that's what womens are good at.(read this : a compliment,not sarcasm =P ) And again , I may risk of losing hugs and kisses from my children , but that is a sacrifice a father would ever done in order to raise up a children who one day he would like see to be an outstanding person in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want my kids to love their mom more than they love their dad. That is one thing that I could ever imagine in the future , and that was my sacrifice for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P/S : Dear dream fairy , can you let me dream of being a good husband after this? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-7689504994972407960?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/7689504994972407960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=7689504994972407960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7689504994972407960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7689504994972407960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-father.html' title='I&apos;m a FATHER !!'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4352784510348053739</id><published>2009-11-19T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:16:04.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something you have to know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SwUmWBCbxbI/AAAAAAAAAxc/BH2eXOYJ894/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SwUmWBCbxbI/AAAAAAAAAxc/BH2eXOYJ894/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405769087405770162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click on the thumbnail to enlarge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Shocking? RM12,000 for a desktop computer? Wow , our parliaments do need an i7 system so that they can kill time by playing Call of Duty:Modern Warfare 2 , or maybe Dragon Age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rm320 for a keyboard and mouse. The rakyat should understand , what's gaming are all about without these gaming equipments? RM320 , should be enough for SteelSeries Ikari Optical + Razer Tarantula gaming keyboard. LOLOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;RM12,000 x 222 Computer (for 222 MP's) = LAN Party! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybe after this there won't be any more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Anwar Ibrahim and his ignominious Sept 16 power grab, Lim Kit Siang and his massive hyperboles, Karpal Singh and Son and their penchant for squelching into the skin of the martinet-like Speaker, more so Bung Mokhtar Radin and his infamous sleight of hand, and perhaps Ibrahim Ali and his predilection to bang boilerplate issues with the metaphorical jackhammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. " in the parliaments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But Instead ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anwar Ibrahim : &lt;i&gt;Datuk Seri Najib semalam backdooring masa 5v5 dota game! Saya mahukan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                               penjelasan dari Datuk Seri!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Karpal Singh : &lt;i&gt;Itu Semi Velllllu pakai speedhack semalam , this is against the law!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P/S : credit to NST for the yellow-colored text&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4352784510348053739?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4352784510348053739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4352784510348053739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4352784510348053739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4352784510348053739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-you-have-to-know.html' title='Something you have to know...'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SwUmWBCbxbI/AAAAAAAAAxc/BH2eXOYJ894/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-8868751768394600690</id><published>2009-11-10T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:25:03.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She-Shall-Not-be-Named</title><content type='html'>Previous post is too emo isn't it? Time to move on , why do I need to care about someone who doesn't cost a single cent to me? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SwIf_7rcNOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/uJMpWK5fO3w/s1600/usopbongok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SwIf_7rcNOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/uJMpWK5fO3w/s400/usopbongok.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404917686010131682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is who I called a real friend. The one who helped me endure all the pain and assisted me in every single steps that I took. She's been a best friend of mine since I was standard 3. Played football together , catch berudu in the drain and even woo-ing girls (especially those who went for Qur'an class) . Those were the days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my National Service trainings in Sarawak , SHE'll be the one whom first to text me or call me every weekends. Now that is what I called a friend. SHE even followed my parents to fetch me at the airport when I finished my trainings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's once where my car broke down at subang jaya. She herself drive all the way from klang to subang just to help me fixing it. I told her that the workshop is just a few meter away , she insisted me from going to the workshop as I might get cheated by the mechanics there (since I don't know anything about car)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when people judge her by saying she's a rempit/kampung type of person. Nah , why should I listen to you when I benefits more by having friends like this. Thousand times better than scums and opportunist like you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspiration , the word that best describe her. Eventhough she look like a party animal / spending bastard. She usually use her salary she received while working at KFC Teluk Pulai wisely. She'll give some amount of money to her parents and treat friends for a meal every month. How many of you would ever spend your salary in that kind of way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oopppss , did I mentioned he as a "she" ? LOL &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SwIf_7VdnzI/AAAAAAAAAxM/go7LPlP8c-g/s1600/usop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SwIf_7VdnzI/AAAAAAAAAxM/go7LPlP8c-g/s400/usop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404917685917949746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-8868751768394600690?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/8868751768394600690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=8868751768394600690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8868751768394600690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8868751768394600690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-shall-not-be-named.html' title='She-Shall-Not-be-Named'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SwIf_7rcNOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/uJMpWK5fO3w/s72-c/usopbongok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-1903786718744647499</id><published>2009-11-07T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:36:42.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;-dedicated to someone whom i called friend , once-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you made me feel so terrible of having a friend like you. yes , you betrayed me and you don't realised that it happened. well actually you don't have to, you don't have to pretend---pretending as you care. yes , you dont have to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're not doing anyone any favour by doing so, instead you made me be careful. be careful of the steps that i'm taking and the people around me that i will face. be careful with those who i am going to share my secrets with , the one that i'm going to share my sorrow , joy and even tears with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never pretend when i'm with you, i am who i am. but for now , i don't need you. i don't need your friendship. there's no more space for a friend like you in me. don't ever smile to me as you're spitting venomous poison out of your mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you brought me the addiction of friendship and now you've taken it away. i hate the thought that you fooled me to believe that we are friends. you made me have the negative thinking of my other friends and i've assume that my friendship with them would end just like how ours did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know why you did that and this question keep popping out of my brain. i just can't question myself and thus i seek answers from you. thank you , you've made myself have the attitude of not trusting others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't trust anyone now , only GOD. because He's the only special friend i have in life. thank you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*writen at 2a.m on 3rd of november-the death of a friendship*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-1903786718744647499?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/1903786718744647499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=1903786718744647499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1903786718744647499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1903786718744647499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-you.html' title='to you'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6444001544657169776</id><published>2009-11-06T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:08:57.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes , I am racist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zU5teuENzHk/STVS02VK4lI/AAAAAAAAAO0/VV8Xzj7X1Dg/s320/namewee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zU5teuENzHk/STVS02VK4lI/AAAAAAAAAO0/VV8Xzj7X1Dg/s320/namewee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Recognize this bastard whom once insulted our national anthem and also prophet Muhammad SAW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes , he did it again. this time he's bombing our Tenaga Nasional Berhad (TNB) with his so called educated language plus numerous vulgar words. I bet most of you guys already watch his video and enjoy listening to it because you might probably think that what he potray is actually true based on reality today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just can't keep this entry as a draft , and I've decided to post this today. I may look racist in the sense this entry but the truth is , I am racist! Yes , I am. I hate this kind of chinese who some malays called them as "Cina Jinjang / Cina Bukit / Cinapek" . Mostly these kind of "species" is chinese educated and they can't even speak fluent Bahasa Kebangsaan or English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Below here is a reply from TNB Maintainance Manager regarding the dumbfuck video that Namewee made. (source from www.cari.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(127, 127, 127); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dear all friend in Malaysia,&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to introduce myself, I am Maintenance Manager from TNB, I have been serving for TNB for the past 10 years and I am regretful whatever presented in front of you is very untrue.&lt;br /&gt;We have to understand the nature of the electrification supply system, TNB deal with customer in 3 occasions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(127, 127, 127); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1. Customer request for supply, when you have to fill up the forms,&lt;br /&gt;2. Customer pay the bill at counter, Q&amp;amp;A etc..&lt;br /&gt;3. Customer experience supply interuption and call help for supply restoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(127, 127, 127); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this incidence , Namewee experiece the 3rd condition, the supply interuption in this case is breakdown, ie a force outage due to technical reasons such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#7F7F7F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(127, 127, 127); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;i. Third party excavation, could be due to developer while installing the box culvert, could be due to utilities companies excavated power cables during their cable/pipe installation.&lt;br /&gt;ii. Sabotaj/vandalism by hero who dare to cut live cable sometime at 11,000Volts and tripped the system,&lt;br /&gt;iii. Force majore such as thunder storm, floods that supply has to be cut off in order to secure people life from electrocuted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see in this short movie are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Namewee 'Intentionally'make havoc in TNB Muar, he wanted to scold and teach TNB guys a lesson(before leaving his house),&lt;br /&gt;2. He said after he came back to Malaysia he experiece 3 times outages, BUT when dealing to TNB officer he said "MANY Times", motive is very clear, it's to agitate the people by taking a good shot.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eventhough the officer has explain this is a breakdown, he still insist for the notification letter and insist to see the superior at 10:10pm,&lt;br /&gt;4. and the rest are cursing, vulgar words, and very uncivilised signages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you don't see perhaps are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(127, 127, 127); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SvQ4aTJdv4I/AAAAAAAAAwM/vJeqOhvkmhY/s400/a2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;1. What are the people doing in the lorry, why are they working at 10:10pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans= These are people that assist in the restoration of supply during the event of breakdown, Energy Commission standard for restoration time is 4 hours for Medium Voltage Tripping(below 66KV).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(127, 127, 127); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SvQ4ahsp5sI/AAAAAAAAAwU/U_kRWN4-x4Y/s400/a3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;2. Why the officer 'Kecil' working 10:10pm in the office &amp;amp; with his colleagues?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: He is not there to eat the banana and minum kopi, he is the technician who monitor the system and get the outage ticket from Call Management Center (CMC) ~15454 and despatch the repair work to the fault finder team. As far as I know, after deliberate of thought, I can't figure out any other companies in Malaysia can provide 24hrs of service. Tenaga people will go to your house at 3am&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; if you call them at 15454 if you experiece of blackout in your house, but not calling at 06-9532951&lt;/span&gt;, this is an office no. No point to call 10 times as the message clearly ask you to call 15454 for any complaints. Perhaps Namewee problem is like Ama that they don't understand Bahasa Malaysia language. We can understand Ama problem as they migrate from mainland of China, but not Namewee who was born in Muar.&lt;br /&gt;We, TNB, are dedicated to "Keeps the Light On" in your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(127, 127, 127); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SvQ4Z_iupKI/AAAAAAAAAwE/DRov-QsDbnM/s400/a1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Why TNB office has supply but no Namewee house?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: If Namewee stay behind of TNB Muar, perhaps this video will not appear. In the actual world, all substations are link by each other, and each substation has to supply to the respective housing area, since he is riding a bike, I assume TNB office is KMs away from his house, and hence if there's any technical failure on the underground cable or overhead line, therefore TNB officer has to be mobilized to do the isolation of the circuits and taking measurement(insulation testing) of each section of the cables, and all this takes time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#7F7F7F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#7F7F7F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;======&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#7F7F7F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SvQ4bG0MR8I/AAAAAAAAAwk/u249hPMaxdU/s400/a5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#7F7F7F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#7F7F7F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In this scene , this arrogant prick is scolding the "Orang Kecil" in chinese. Thank god that malay is civilized or else , this bastard will get one nice punch in his fucktard face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#7F7F7F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#7F7F7F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SvQ4a31VOKI/AAAAAAAAAwc/jl6n0MEyd48/s400/a4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#7F7F7F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#7F7F7F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do what you do the best , curse in your native language. You have a bright future son , a university graduate student with the desire to be a legend one day. Oh wait , you already a legend. *bow*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6444001544657169776?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6444001544657169776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6444001544657169776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6444001544657169776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6444001544657169776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-i-am-racist.html' title='Yes , I am racist'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zU5teuENzHk/STVS02VK4lI/AAAAAAAAAO0/VV8Xzj7X1Dg/s72-c/namewee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2427811487861498940</id><published>2009-11-04T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:43:58.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason for not updating</title><content type='html'>Sorry , I have 5 incomplete draft pending for post. But I just don't have the guts to post it because I know someone might hurt when reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2427811487861498940?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2427811487861498940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2427811487861498940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2427811487861498940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2427811487861498940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/11/reason-for-not-updating.html' title='Reason for not updating'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4184187445218796254</id><published>2009-11-03T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:15:46.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My question here , are you having fun today? Do you get a thrill from your school/workplace? Do you enjoy waking up early in the morning? If you don't , perhaps you're taking your life too serious then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tracksuitceo.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/serious-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://tracksuitceo.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/serious-cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;                                                                                           grammar nazi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well today in "Microsoft Visual Basic" class , I got a nice brainwash from my lecturer because I'm playing around with the software. The program that I have to code is supposedly to be dull , the typical version of all XP windows - you know , the toolbar , the boring grey background. But I actually did it the other way around , with colourful toolbar and putting images in the background. LOL , and he's quite impressed with what I've done. Somehow ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Mr. xxxx : You know , you aren't supposed to do that. Can you be &lt;b&gt;serious&lt;/b&gt; in this class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can be serious at certain time , and most of the time I am not. For me , being serious all the time would drive me crazy. Having a non-serious attitude actually brings more benefits than harm (now my blog sounds like EST huh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imagine yourself as a serious person in your group. You might not enjoy the task that were given and you may change the working environment thus affecting your colleague's mood. Yes , I have no doubt that a task can be easily done when you're in the serious mode. But why must you stress up your body and brain while you can do something in more enjoy and relaxing way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay , now put yourself in my shoe and let's take a walk. I'm a serious person in my group , and we're having a physics lab experiment on the chapter SERIES &amp;amp; PARALLEL CIRCUITS. one of my group member accidentally got electric shock (low voltage of course). I might scold him for being careless which then will result in deduction of coursework marks. Turn the other way around , I don't have the serious attitude , I will laugh my ass off when that incident happens! Same goes to all the group members. Clear enough that being serious would change the environment around you , right? Now get off my shoe and start your own life tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4184187445218796254?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4184187445218796254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4184187445218796254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4184187445218796254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4184187445218796254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/11/serious.html' title='Serious'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-7473850122949594168</id><published>2009-11-01T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:41:37.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.innocentenglish.com/cute-animals/funny-animal-pics/cat-watermelon-helmet-img129d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 408px; height: 343px;" src="http://www.innocentenglish.com/cute-animals/funny-animal-pics/cat-watermelon-helmet-img129d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-7473850122949594168?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/7473850122949594168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=7473850122949594168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7473850122949594168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7473850122949594168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/11/jia-chyi-d-d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2701907472657309086</id><published>2009-10-21T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:01:59.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing for good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/St8UPItA8YI/AAAAAAAAAvc/JxXlFUdftWo/s1600-h/mban1227l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/St8UPItA8YI/AAAAAAAAAvc/JxXlFUdftWo/s400/mban1227l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395053128880025986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've decided  to take this path , and I can confirm to myself that this is the right choice. I've chosen Information Technology instead of having interest in business and management. I've soon realized that IT is my field. And I've chosen Multimedia University as the place for me to shine , embark to the future of IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sounds inspirational huh? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm glad to be here , glad to have a nerdy friend whom watch khan academy on youtube and "waste" most of his time reading books. Most importantly , a friend who forced me to smoke 1-2 stick of cigarette instead of half box everyday. I called him a walking "Algebra and Trigonometry" text book. I'm known to be a mathematically challenged guy and I hate maths! Ask me questions on mathematics , I'll give you either this two answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A) AHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;b) flip to the answer page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Got to love mathematics now, and badminton too. I played badminton with my lecturers every evening starting from last monday. At the same time , trying to polish their shoes so that I can get high marks for my coursework , smart right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2701907472657309086?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2701907472657309086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2701907472657309086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2701907472657309086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2701907472657309086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/10/changing-for-good.html' title='Changing for good'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/St8UPItA8YI/AAAAAAAAAvc/JxXlFUdftWo/s72-c/mban1227l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4434284713482512093</id><published>2009-10-15T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:48:02.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StcoASzHWlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/kQKym2dmivk/s1600-h/Azzat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StcoASzHWlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/kQKym2dmivk/s400/Azzat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392823064310798930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she stares at me everyday... *love love*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4434284713482512093?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4434284713482512093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4434284713482512093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4434284713482512093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4434284713482512093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/10/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StcoASzHWlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/kQKym2dmivk/s72-c/Azzat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-3234544495969389595</id><published>2009-10-14T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:27:38.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipping School : How to deal with parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh my blog seems boring , boring and booooring right? My recent post is all about my life-ranting entry. Now I should move on to something more , informative? Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As per topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; student for 11 years and 5 months , let me share you something you SHOULD do in your school's life. Skipping school is good for you provided with good excuses. What does "Good Excuse" means here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let say , you're too lazy to wake up early in the morning for school. Plus , you slept late last night watching TV or playing games and you're too exhausted to wake up. You seems to enjoy the comfortable pillow yet the alarm clock is making annoying sound. What excuse will you give to your parents so that they'll allow you to skip school on that day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/funny-pictures-sleeping-drooling-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/funny-pictures-sleeping-drooling-cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Mom , I'm tired. Last night I played dota till 5am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Balls , I dare you saying this! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The best way is by telling your parents that you have sickness. But convincing parents that you have sickness is not simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As for my personal experience , my mom won't trust me that I actually have sickness. What I'll do is , I'll wake up as usual and went in the toilet for 20mins. My mom will knock the door and ask me to be quick since it's already late and the bus will arrive in any minute. Then when I feel like it's already late , I'll come out from the toilet with a "i-am-sick" face and tell my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Mak...sakit perut la... tak tahan ni.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Much better than saying you're sick while you're still on your bed and covering your face with pillow. There are two possibilities here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) Your mom will trust you and let you skip school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) Your mom wont trust you , but in the end you'll miss the bus. Win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or better still , you can do early preparation. If you planned to skip school tomorrow , make sure you let your parents know that you're sick TODAY. or at least pretend to be sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tomorrow , you can just say that you're not feeling well since yesterday and voila , most of the time parents will believe you. Hahah&lt;/span&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/7185845173791594927-3234544495969389595?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/3234544495969389595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=3234544495969389595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3234544495969389595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3234544495969389595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/10/skipping-school-how-to-deal-with.html' title='Skipping School : How to deal with parents'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-714882673328430934</id><published>2009-10-14T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T04:17:31.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t-2 days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leGwR3TsaPo/SrYzDr4r74I/AAAAAAAADIo/If-Shg1eiP8/s400/excited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leGwR3TsaPo/SrYzDr4r74I/AAAAAAAADIo/If-Shg1eiP8/s400/excited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am , in my room B1017 alone sitting infront of my laptop at 6pm. Gahh I'm so lifeless here. Haven't get to know most of the residents in this block. I do have friends from the same batch with me but their room is on the 5th floor! I wanted shift to the same room with them but I can't hardly accept the new routine of climbing stairs to the 5th floor. freaking tired wei!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind keep bugging me , I know I'll have hard time studying in this room since my roommate is a gaming freak whom influenced me to start DOTA-ing again , after 4-5 months ignoring that bloody addictive game. And one more thing , my room is damn noisy - with the sounds of the games my roomies playing and the music they're listening,everything is in full volume. I know I have the right to ask them to lower the volume , but hey! I'm the newbie here and I don't think I should voice out. Maybe the best solution is for me to move out of this room. I'll do that , maybe in 1 week time? Still couldn't find a room and a friend who willing to move out with me. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I can spend my evenings by going to the gymnasium , futsal , jogging , swimming or even go &lt;i&gt;kai kai &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;around the campus , but I'm just plain lazy to do all that. Most of my evenings slot is filled with facebook-ing or sometimes studying the lecture notes (because my roomies is out for their own activities). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;One funny thing , they called me "Lembu" here. Thanks to my randomness lah , I played Dota and CS with them using the nick "Lembu" (I used this nick since it's a year of the cow according to the chinese) , and guess what happened last two days at the foodcourt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy : Hi , kau ni lembu kan? yang main CS ngan kitorang malam tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Aah.. kenape ye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy : ohh takde ape...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : *continue walking to my friends*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy : Oiiii lembu !! Malam ni jangan lupa main CS dengan kitorang lagi ye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah a lot of ppl staring at me wei when they called me lembu. Malu gila aku. Now I've changed my nick to a better one , ZATTO! Hahaha thanks jia chyi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already started missing my days in ACS. Haih. I do enjoy wearing white pants even for 5 months only. Been active in co-curricular activities , been a librarian for the first time in my life. I used to call librarians as barbarians during form 5 , not knowing that I'll be one of them in form 6 life. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya , I missed wahab's nasi ayam especially. I don't know why students are prohibited from buying foods at primary school canteen.  Hey come on , ask all the seniors or ex-ACSian. wahab's nasi ayam is already like a "tradition" for ACSian. Remember ACS , remember nasi ayam wahab! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-714882673328430934?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/714882673328430934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=714882673328430934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/714882673328430934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/714882673328430934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-2-days-to-go.html' title='t-2 days to go'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leGwR3TsaPo/SrYzDr4r74I/AAAAAAAADIo/If-Shg1eiP8/s72-c/excited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-7630828338359609972</id><published>2009-10-11T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:04:53.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaw Dropping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedtest.net/result/589751586.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 135px;" src="http://www.speedtest.net/result/589751586.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27.86mb/s , i got it for free! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StKjDkMYzNI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jW4UDStioFM/s1600-h/speed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StKjDkMYzNI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jW4UDStioFM/s400/speed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391550985566473426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-7630828338359609972?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/7630828338359609972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=7630828338359609972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7630828338359609972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7630828338359609972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/10/jaw-dropping.html' title='Jaw Dropping'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StKjDkMYzNI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jW4UDStioFM/s72-c/speed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-3741710684015265281</id><published>2009-10-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:03:25.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Tel</title><content type='html'>Hostel. Hmmmphh.. I'm pissed off the first day I arrived at MMU. At first I was glad to be placed on the GROUND FLOOR of HB2 BLOCK B (Lazy enough to climb up the numerous stairs) . Not till when I open the door of room 1017. zOMG UNDIES AND SOCKS IS EVERYWHERE ON THE FLOOR. I have to clean up the room alone , not to mention cursing my "unknown" roommate while mopping the floor (he's a june intake student , so he's on a trimester break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told by the hostel officer that my roommate is a Muslim guy and he's staying alone inside the room. Not till when I discovered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) An Exam paper which belongs to a chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StC8NLA7GhI/AAAAAAAAAus/0kEwaLhCagc/s1600-h/DSC03122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StC8NLA7GhI/AAAAAAAAAus/0kEwaLhCagc/s400/DSC03122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391015688443468306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) An Exam slip which written an Indian name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StC8MufzpeI/AAAAAAAAAuk/y_4Ch9hvzWs/s1600-h/DSC03120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StC8MufzpeI/AAAAAAAAAuk/y_4Ch9hvzWs/s400/DSC03120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391015680788375010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Dia ni melayu ke cina ke india? 3 Alam ke??? Hari Isnin pergi kuil , Hari rabu pergi tokong, Hari jumaat pergi masjid , Hari Ahad pergi gereja?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh okay cut the craps. Let the time adjust all these shit. Or else I'll have no choice but to shift from that room to my friend's room which is on the 4th floor. damn it. I'm not being racist or what-so-ever. But I do respect their beliefs. I'm lazy enough to go surau to perform my prayers. So most of the time I'll do my prayers inside my room and I'm scared they're not comfortable with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya , actually OCT Intake is for international student. Guess what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StC8N66IWfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/0XErM2NRso8/s1600-h/DSC03124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StC8N66IWfI/AAAAAAAAAu8/0XErM2NRso8/s400/DSC03124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391015701299878386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm with NICK JONAS yo!! Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Btw , these are my iranian friends. (2 out of 40 iranins) LOL now I have no excuse&lt;br /&gt;of not learning persian language D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed with MMU's facilities. So to SPM candidates who wishing to futher their studies in MMU , don't hesitate! Come to cyberjaya campus! Everything is complete here. Plus , having a 22mb++/sec line connection is a win for all dotards or gamers out there! LAN party and torrent yo !! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StC8NjFLm5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/RC9nc_UusJ4/s1600-h/DSC03123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StC8NjFLm5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/RC9nc_UusJ4/s400/DSC03123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391015694903778194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A big swimming pool , gymnasium , tracks and lot more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try taking more pictures. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-3741710684015265281?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/3741710684015265281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=3741710684015265281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3741710684015265281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3741710684015265281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/10/house-tel.html' title='House Tel'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/StC8NLA7GhI/AAAAAAAAAus/0kEwaLhCagc/s72-c/DSC03122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-8181503261115896165</id><published>2009-10-07T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:08:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>KARMA! I do believe in karma now , wait for my next update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-8181503261115896165?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/8181503261115896165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=8181503261115896165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8181503261115896165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8181503261115896165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6082535998003219817</id><published>2009-10-05T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:58:05.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>qwertyuiop</title><content type='html'>I woke up veeeeery early today @ 7.00am (considered early lah since I've stopped school already :D ) . Planning to go MARA office today but ended up I didn't. Went breakfast alone and then play counter-strike until 11am. Don't know why I'm so tired , ended up I slept from 11am to 5pm (ROFL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad woke me up at 5pm because he needs someone to help him installing the new antenna @ my brother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0rx42RHI/AAAAAAAAAtM/oZ67XVLUr3U/s1600-h/DSC03104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0rx42RHI/AAAAAAAAAtM/oZ67XVLUr3U/s400/DSC03104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389107462088836210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0rgt9T-I/AAAAAAAAAtE/Hk2rexOTOmk/s1600-h/DSC03103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0rgt9T-I/AAAAAAAAAtE/Hk2rexOTOmk/s400/DSC03103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389107457479757794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from the rooftop. not scary lah but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0z7-FUII/AAAAAAAAAtk/zY7N2wnTK04/s1600-h/DSC03109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0z7-FUII/AAAAAAAAAtk/zY7N2wnTK04/s400/DSC03109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389107602234101890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine you have to climb up the roof by using this 8 years-old wooden ladder. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0zhH4cJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/m7VolFJuTs0/s1600-h/DSC03106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0zhH4cJI/AAAAAAAAAtc/m7VolFJuTs0/s400/DSC03106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389107595027443858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sup dawg , whatchu doin down there? imma chilling on teh rooftop , wanna join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that at 6pm , followed my dad and his friend to fishing pool at kampung delek. it's quite huge compared to the SEA LION fishing park at port klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0rOymIKI/AAAAAAAAAs8/-vRJm8jM9qU/s1600-h/DSC03102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0rOymIKI/AAAAAAAAAs8/-vRJm8jM9qU/s400/DSC03102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389107452667371682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0q6FljCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/u69sT5ub-QI/s1600-h/DSC03101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0q6FljCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/u69sT5ub-QI/s400/DSC03101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389107447109880866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The biggest I've ever seen. This one caught by a friend of my father. 12kg yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for to let all of you drool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0CwR9IoI/AAAAAAAAArk/gx7EZlt-BNQ/s1600-h/DSC03079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0CwR9IoI/AAAAAAAAArk/gx7EZlt-BNQ/s400/DSC03079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389106757282636418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0DLHVjCI/AAAAAAAAArs/4uHViDJRGsU/s1600-h/DSC03080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0DLHVjCI/AAAAAAAAArs/4uHViDJRGsU/s400/DSC03080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389106764485856290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wooot !! you want some? please pm me at msn before.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0W248v8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/S2xiu4aWpsw/s1600-h/DSC03081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0W248v8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/S2xiu4aWpsw/s400/DSC03081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389107102654185410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finish. oh why---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0Dt-z5YI/AAAAAAAAAr0/pxxHX0mqN7k/s1600-h/DSC03082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0Dt-z5YI/AAAAAAAAAr0/pxxHX0mqN7k/s400/DSC03082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389106773845337474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dunno what this is. it's a chocolate. nice nice nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantern Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated the lantern festival with friends yesterday. At least this year I didn't burn any lanterns lah like I did last 2 years. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0D2tsGoI/AAAAAAAAAr8/RqTSTL8qGRo/s1600-h/DSC03091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0D2tsGoI/AAAAAAAAAr8/RqTSTL8qGRo/s400/DSC03091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389106776189442690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look who's in the kitchen. HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;I think I did something veeeeery stupid. I'll keep it as my secret (I'm expecting peter , zi xiang and yunn teng to keep my secret also lah , okay? :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0XAVZocI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4y1yeCUPetE/s1600-h/DSC03094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0XAVZocI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4y1yeCUPetE/s400/DSC03094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389107105189437890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This..... is....... hahahahaha. okay actually this is for our FONDUE. go google for fondue lah if you don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0Xmxs25I/AAAAAAAAAsc/ikeIkPC6RrA/s1600-h/DSC03095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0Xmxs25I/AAAAAAAAAsc/ikeIkPC6RrA/s400/DSC03095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389107115508685714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0X3KYIrI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GXt6xpBqWDs/s1600-h/DSC03096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0X3KYIrI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GXt6xpBqWDs/s400/DSC03096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389107119907152562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0Yb0-GsI/AAAAAAAAAss/oXaeKLusY_U/s1600-h/DSC03099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0Yb0-GsI/AAAAAAAAAss/oXaeKLusY_U/s400/DSC03099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389107129749478082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0EQwObTI/AAAAAAAAAsE/emTMvZ4ecsU/s1600-h/DSC03098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0EQwObTI/AAAAAAAAAsE/emTMvZ4ecsU/s400/DSC03098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389106783179402546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog on Pn Rabiah's Open House but I don't have any pictures with me. Too busy eating all her delicious fooooooodddd !! THANKS TEACHERRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6082535998003219817?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6082535998003219817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6082535998003219817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6082535998003219817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6082535998003219817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/10/qwertyuiop.html' title='qwertyuiop'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssn0rx42RHI/AAAAAAAAAtM/oZ67XVLUr3U/s72-c/DSC03104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-1249860224167148391</id><published>2009-10-03T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:52:20.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am proud ........ because</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;I am proud to be a Malaysian because&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssge5Mc_2XI/AAAAAAAAAqc/EhClVwABGyM/s1600-h/willy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssge5Mc_2XI/AAAAAAAAAqc/EhClVwABGyM/s400/willy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388590922093025650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have tonnes of skillful racer like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mat Rempit. Other countries got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mat Rempit? NO. Tell me where you can find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mat Rempit other than Malaysia. Who needs Valentino&lt;br /&gt;Rossi when you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mat Rempit. To be a biker , you have to take license or undergo&lt;br /&gt;trainings with the professional. No such words for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mat Rempit , 100% pure talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am proud to be a Selangorean because&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsgiXzLMHHI/AAAAAAAAAqs/w7Wyg1ly3FU/s1600-h/06mansion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsgiXzLMHHI/AAAAAAAAAqs/w7Wyg1ly3FU/s400/06mansion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388594746418273394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsgiYf5tbVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/_WT-IHpcsb0/s1600-h/photo_5_Datuk_Zakaria_house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsgiYf5tbVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/_WT-IHpcsb0/s400/photo_5_Datuk_Zakaria_house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388594758424554834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Zakaria's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsgigCXiqAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/kzhAUjtwaIU/s1600-h/rumahkhirtoyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsgigCXiqAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/kzhAUjtwaIU/s400/rumahkhirtoyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388594887935567874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Khir "Tempe" Toyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have effing big sized house for the Datuk's.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to Kelantan. This is how the Menteri Besar Kelantan house looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsgjUaB99qI/AAAAAAAAArE/ON9lobiaVvc/s1600-h/20070627-nik_aziz_house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsgjUaB99qI/AAAAAAAAArE/ON9lobiaVvc/s400/20070627-nik_aziz_house2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388595787640731298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So , Nik Aziz. Will you get a bigger house after this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am proud to be a Klang-ians because &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssgj-uYb7bI/AAAAAAAAArM/oUpDianG3Zg/s1600-h/klang3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssgj-uYb7bI/AAAAAAAAArM/oUpDianG3Zg/s400/klang3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388596514658184626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have tonnes of bak kut teh shop everywhere. Just google images for "Klang" and see the first result. Left right , everywhere also got BKT shop. Too bad , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NON HALAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to be a Malay because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsgpzHr4fJI/AAAAAAAAArc/Xd90u1TnlxM/s1600-h/logo_uitm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsgpzHr4fJI/AAAAAAAAArc/Xd90u1TnlxM/s400/logo_uitm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388602912361970834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssgpyxgxz7I/AAAAAAAAArU/UpBJ0UNRzdQ/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssgpyxgxz7I/AAAAAAAAArU/UpBJ0UNRzdQ/s400/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388602906409815986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMIPUTERA yo! :D&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/7185845173791594927-1249860224167148391?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/1249860224167148391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=1249860224167148391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1249860224167148391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1249860224167148391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-proud-because.html' title='I am proud ........ because'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Ssge5Mc_2XI/AAAAAAAAAqc/EhClVwABGyM/s72-c/willy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4164296709170157595</id><published>2009-09-30T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:07:12.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLKN Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came across a friend's profile in myspace which I've abandoned for the past 5-6 months. And guess what , I've found some of pictures taken during my trainings at Kem Puncak Permai , Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsOMSpVHsWI/AAAAAAAAAqE/5m9XQDODueU/s1600-h/%2B%2B%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsOMSpVHsWI/AAAAAAAAAqE/5m9XQDODueU/s400/%2B%2B%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387303831225217378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A : Cikgu Yaakub&lt;br /&gt;Yes , he's the one who made me laugh everyday! The one who crack jokes when everyone is serious. LOL. Thanks for calling me Izzat. You gave me 2nd chance for the "Rakit selection" to represent the camp. Thanks for putting your trust on me (I'm the first man for the Rakit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : Cikgu Mahdi&lt;br /&gt;I called him "Abah" . He's the Ketua for Alpha L1 dorm. But somehow he will always check the boys of L2 every night. He's the one who taught me the basics of surviving and how to mingle with different kind of people. The one that taught me the Love of the God. Thanks to you , I've now stopped neglecting my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Cikgu Spencer&lt;br /&gt;I called him "Papa" . He's our "Ketua Alpha L2" Yes , he's the one who suffers all the blows from our commander due to L2's habit of not doing our chores (eg : our bed layouts untidy)&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to him , Alpha L2 have three "Jaguh Menembak" because he managed to create a prototype of M4A1 which I can say is 98% of the actual rifle. He's an army last time and served under Conventional Department. Thanks for waking us up everyday. Thanks for taking care whenever one of us fall sick. Thanks for your unconditional love , no matter who we are and where we came from. Thanks for the Milo party you did every morning. And surely , thanks for making me cry on the last day of my trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsOMTB-SxZI/AAAAAAAAAqM/tAwV36npoNA/s1600-h/l_2cd454423f5c40d6a1942b22e127f0e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsOMTB-SxZI/AAAAAAAAAqM/tAwV36npoNA/s400/l_2cd454423f5c40d6a1942b22e127f0e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387303837840360850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEY I FOUND A PICTURE OF ME!! HAHAHAHA This is one epic moment weh.&lt;br /&gt;This is called the "Perbarisan Komander" to celebrate the birthday of our Tuan Komander. He went for line checking and will randomly ask questions on our new Kabinet (the time where najib took over the titles , remember?) . I was expecting him to be cheerful and joyful as it was his birthday. But I've got it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejar : *Pass by me , stand in front of me*&lt;br /&gt;Azzat : Assalamualaikum TUAN! *cool and serious face*&lt;br /&gt;Mejar : Waalaikumsalam , kamu dari semenanjung kan?&lt;br /&gt;Azzat : Ya tuan!&lt;br /&gt;Mejar : Siapa Menteri Besar Selangor?&lt;br /&gt;Azzat : Khalid Ibrahim tuan!&lt;br /&gt;Mejar : Kau ingat dia tu kawan baik kau ke nak panggil macam tu je , dia ada pangkat kan?&lt;br /&gt;Azzat : Errr , Datuk Seri Khalid Ibrahim tuan!&lt;br /&gt;Mejar : Saya nak kamu tulis nama dia 500 kali , hantar sebelum makan malam! Faham wira?!&lt;br /&gt;Azzat : *WHATTTTTT*  Faham tuannnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah , stupid me. Don't know why I'm so lucky to be questioned that day. Out of 500 trainees , only 6 of us were questioned. And all of us screwed up! Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsOMTp4iU7I/AAAAAAAAAqU/e4WoQ5JXIIk/s1600-h/l_1c048f6720ee4b129cd1128badc0cdd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsOMTp4iU7I/AAAAAAAAAqU/e4WoQ5JXIIk/s400/l_1c048f6720ee4b129cd1128badc0cdd8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387303848553632690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our formation for kawad kehormat where Menteri Sarawak came to our camp on that very day. Tiring oh , under the hot sun. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't read my experience in PLKN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-ns-has-taught-azzat.html"&gt;Part One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-ns-has-taught-azzat-pt-2.html"&gt;Part Two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/05/sarawakians.html"&gt;Part Three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4164296709170157595?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4164296709170157595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4164296709170157595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4164296709170157595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4164296709170157595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/plkn-memories.html' title='PLKN Memories'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SsOMSpVHsWI/AAAAAAAAAqE/5m9XQDODueU/s72-c/%2B%2B%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6280961706051834018</id><published>2009-09-27T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:16:46.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The GodFather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-b7GlLqYI/AAAAAAAAAp0/EWTDTLARQ2M/s1600-h/6fq4kmw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-b7GlLqYI/AAAAAAAAAp0/EWTDTLARQ2M/s400/6fq4kmw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386195119039555970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly , I played the game which is installed by my brother back in... 2006 if not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;It took me 1 whole month to complete the never-ending task. It's basically like GTA where you have to run some errands for the family(Mafias - Corleone). The main character is Michael Corleone who work under Don Vito who is the boss of the Corleone's family. Ahh you go watch yourself lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-b6sz6P4I/AAAAAAAAAps/7Ml5mBw8TIo/s1600-h/600full-the-godfather-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-b6sz6P4I/AAAAAAAAAps/7Ml5mBw8TIo/s400/600full-the-godfather-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386195112122007426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie starring Al Pacino. I'm addicted to the game and decided to watch this movie which I personally rated as 10/10. A good movie , must watch. Do leave some comments if you already watch this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-b7uICdCI/AAAAAAAAAp8/_PSdTyFB-Gw/s1600-h/DSC03036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-b7uICdCI/AAAAAAAAAp8/_PSdTyFB-Gw/s400/DSC03036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386195129654735906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh , Azzat reading novel. Funny ah? Laugh lah laugh... I'll try finishing this book in one month time. =D&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wasn't supposed to read "Revenge" series. I should start with The Godfather Part I , but I think I already knew the storyline. SKIP !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6280961706051834018?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6280961706051834018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6280961706051834018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6280961706051834018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6280961706051834018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/godfather.html' title='The GodFather'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-b7GlLqYI/AAAAAAAAAp0/EWTDTLARQ2M/s72-c/6fq4kmw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2915905448770571597</id><published>2009-09-27T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:05:04.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>It's approximately 4 and a half months since I left Kem Puncak Permai , Bau , Tondong Sarawak. And today I got the chance to meet friends from my camp in a small gathering today at Sunway Pyramid. All of us especially the boys , looks handsome! haha , semua dah tumbuh rambut. I miss them a lot lah. I don't think "Friend" is a good word to describe them. I took them as my "brothers" since we did almost everything during our trainings together. We do recalled some funny moments at camp. Ahhh , good memories which will stay in my dumb-ass brain forever. I wished that I can visit my sarawak friend one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gathering pictures is with my friend now. I don't snap any with my cameras. Actually I wanted to write on how funny today's bowling session is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-ZyqFVHrI/AAAAAAAAApU/_tiqq3VVuqo/s1600-h/DSC03041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-ZyqFVHrI/AAAAAAAAApU/_tiqq3VVuqo/s400/DSC03041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386192774927556274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shoes that we rented for the bowling session. HAHAHA. You know what does it looks like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-aRtDO1GI/AAAAAAAAApk/1IiRnVZvBNA/s1600-h/2803916450324040_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-aRtDO1GI/AAAAAAAAApk/1IiRnVZvBNA/s400/2803916450324040_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386193308300006498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ROFL! Kiki lala~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some drill for of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-Zy19w5BI/AAAAAAAAApc/ShaiU7pqkZs/s1600-h/DSC03045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-Zy19w5BI/AAAAAAAAApc/ShaiU7pqkZs/s400/DSC03045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386192778117047314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Balingan seorang juara. Hahahahaha btw I'm not leftie. Trying to be one. XD&lt;br /&gt;and I look damn skinny in this pic. haih gain weight please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2915905448770571597?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2915905448770571597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2915905448770571597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2915905448770571597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2915905448770571597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sr-ZyqFVHrI/AAAAAAAAApU/_tiqq3VVuqo/s72-c/DSC03041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-5666677721417015090</id><published>2009-09-24T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:15:00.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson Vids</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3355f0ba606c1fe9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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/&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-5666677721417015090?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/5666677721417015090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=5666677721417015090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5666677721417015090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5666677721417015090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/port-dickson-vids.html' title='Port Dickson Vids'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6930246399553416499</id><published>2009-09-24T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:29:50.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;few week backs i invited friends to join our trip to PD , invited around 10 plus ppl but the confirmed going is only 4 people. some of them will be having finals on the upcoming week. ahhh , small group trip yet enjoyable moments.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up 7am in the morning , only had 3 hours of sleep the day before since i'm wayyy too&lt;br /&gt;excited about this trip. Peter didn't sleep for the whole night , he's more excited than me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to port dickson at 1 p.m and stopped at DENGKIL R&amp;amp;R for lunch. Reached PD around 2.30pm and met Micky , the caretaker of the chalet to take our electronic key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt1SDdyHRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PhbeAubKX4U/s1600-h/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt1SDdyHRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PhbeAubKX4U/s400/DSC02901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385026732479880466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we reach the chalet , all of us were stunned by the big bungalows around our chalet area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt23TdxgtI/AAAAAAAAAls/9BeeATVT2n0/s1600-h/DSC03023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt23TdxgtI/AAAAAAAAAls/9BeeATVT2n0/s400/DSC03023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385028471941595858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EFFING BIG!! I wish I can own these one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt1S5sIScI/AAAAAAAAAkc/uzaBB4qrFSY/s1600-h/DSC02904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt1S5sIScI/AAAAAAAAAkc/uzaBB4qrFSY/s400/DSC02904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385026747035568578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;excited excited!! look at their face! should look at them when they saw the chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt4OdX3wMI/AAAAAAAAAmM/PjV4FfMZ2nc/s1600-h/DSC02902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt4OdX3wMI/AAAAAAAAAmM/PjV4FfMZ2nc/s400/DSC02902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029969249812674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!! Like perkampungan nelayan , right? hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we entered the chalet , all of us was like "Woaaaaahhhhhhh,cooool!" . Not till when I enter the bathroom. The toilet bowl is clogged with toilet tissues =(&lt;br /&gt;called the owner and 5 mins after that , janitor came and problem solved =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt1TVVUv0I/AAAAAAAAAkk/kksUDMDrLhE/s1600-h/DSC02907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt1TVVUv0I/AAAAAAAAAkk/kksUDMDrLhE/s400/DSC02907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385026754456108866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bath tub camwhoring session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt4NmDcOyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Jie0dXqrIqg/s1600-h/DSC02912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt4NmDcOyI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Jie0dXqrIqg/s400/DSC02912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029954400172834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;peter , stoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt4N9LE5WI/AAAAAAAAAmE/tMSPDosBWqc/s1600-h/DSC02913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt4N9LE5WI/AAAAAAAAAmE/tMSPDosBWqc/s400/DSC02913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029960606213474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;peter , YEAHH!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt4NOVNYkI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mOIg9bTQOkE/s1600-h/DSC02906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt4NOVNYkI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mOIg9bTQOkE/s400/DSC02906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029948032246338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emo burhan , LOL , mencari inspirasi ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt12X2UHSI/AAAAAAAAAlM/fb30i9zGhKA/s1600-h/DSC02925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt12X2UHSI/AAAAAAAAAlM/fb30i9zGhKA/s400/DSC02925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385027356426771746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aku pun nak cam whoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt2Jp2anSI/AAAAAAAAAlk/LtOpPKMzMqo/s1600-h/DSC02968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt2Jp2anSI/AAAAAAAAAlk/LtOpPKMzMqo/s400/DSC02968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385027687676550434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt12F5384I/AAAAAAAAAlE/k7Gi7UPrdk4/s1600-h/DSC02921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt12F5384I/AAAAAAAAAlE/k7Gi7UPrdk4/s400/DSC02921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385027351609865090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from our balcony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt11dLioSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/1LkAdYOUyzY/s1600-h/DSC02917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 401px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt11dLioSI/AAAAAAAAAk0/1LkAdYOUyzY/s400/DSC02917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385027340678111522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess what low is trying to do behind there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt11qwIGmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vkp02LWid-A/s1600-h/DSC02919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt11qwIGmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/vkp02LWid-A/s400/DSC02919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385027344321223266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taraaaaaaaaa!! =\ this idiot wasted 1/2 of my shampoo for his bubble bath. *the management didn't provide us with the shampoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt1Twha7sI/AAAAAAAAAks/4ufEkElN_3A/s1600-h/DSC02908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt1Twha7sI/AAAAAAAAAks/4ufEkElN_3A/s400/DSC02908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385026761754603202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our king-sized bed. on the other side got 1 day bed. so nobody sleep on the floor at night! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt80_3T9cI/AAAAAAAAAnE/47UIUPv1J18/s1600-h/DSC03005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt80_3T9cI/AAAAAAAAAnE/47UIUPv1J18/s400/DSC03005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385035029390030274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the view of the sea under our feet. scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to the TELUK KEMANG beach at 3.30pm. good thing it's not packed with ppl eventhou it's considered as PEAK SEASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt121bKk_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/dQR4t4mNvqk/s1600-h/DSC02953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt121bKk_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/dQR4t4mNvqk/s400/DSC02953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385027364365964274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt672KBwTI/AAAAAAAAAmU/oN5E9C-i3XE/s1600-h/DSC02932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt672KBwTI/AAAAAAAAAmU/oN5E9C-i3XE/s400/DSC02932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385032948020003122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt68jioTAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/qad10qVrigg/s1600-h/DSC02934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt68jioTAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/qad10qVrigg/s400/DSC02934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385032960202787842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt68MsFVpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/chI-iqvysJ8/s1600-h/DSC02939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt68MsFVpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/chI-iqvysJ8/s400/DSC02939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385032954068424338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy ! Here come the new challenger!! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to play banana boat. As soon as we reach the beach , we're approached by a man who offers banana boat trip for us. At first he asked for RM100 per boat. Negotiate till vomit blood ,  it comes to RM80 per boat. RM20 per person , not bad right? nice lah banana boat , my first time experience. weird right , my aunt's house is somewhere near there but I didn't try banana boat for the past 18 years. hmm&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't swim actually , thanks to Burhan. he tried pulling me when we fall down from the banana boat, HE FAILED MISERABLY!! HAHAHAHAA. I managed to swim myself to the boat since I'm floating. Paddle abit , and voila! Azzat can swim!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt69f8_vGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4fSSuB-WPGY/s1600-h/DSC02943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt69f8_vGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4fSSuB-WPGY/s400/DSC02943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385032976419503202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt68270ziI/AAAAAAAAAms/XIyg0lQyTSw/s1600-h/DSC02942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt68270ziI/AAAAAAAAAms/XIyg0lQyTSw/s400/DSC02942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385032965408738850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt80gG-FUI/AAAAAAAAAm8/5ydLBoLlEKs/s1600-h/DSC02944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt80gG-FUI/AAAAAAAAAm8/5ydLBoLlEKs/s400/DSC02944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385035020865770818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt9sE4462I/AAAAAAAAAnM/e0tnIDjLtCI/s1600-h/DSC02936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt9sE4462I/AAAAAAAAAnM/e0tnIDjLtCI/s400/DSC02936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385035975631629154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;funny , peter's hair is not moving when the breeze is blowing =\&lt;br /&gt;2nd pic , I GOT HORNS! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;3rd pic , me without glasses. +1 funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt9tuKsCsI/AAAAAAAAAns/cMyysZBb6XE/s1600-h/DSC02961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt9tuKsCsI/AAAAAAAAAns/cMyysZBb6XE/s400/DSC02961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385036003892005570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt9tDR6wbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/alY7Iwjh7lI/s1600-h/DSC02963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt9tDR6wbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/alY7Iwjh7lI/s400/DSC02963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385035992379605426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;buried alive. very heavy lah the sands. hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt9sV7-V-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/k07_vhNBSgE/s1600-h/DSC02945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt9sV7-V-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/k07_vhNBSgE/s400/DSC02945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385035980207970274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our haagen dazs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt9s0ZYK_I/AAAAAAAAAnc/kiuPSOItZ6I/s1600-h/DSC02947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt9s0ZYK_I/AAAAAAAAAnc/kiuPSOItZ6I/s400/DSC02947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385035988384361458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tempting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt-vkMt6xI/AAAAAAAAAn0/LQE2ygK1Gps/s1600-h/DSC03008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt-vkMt6xI/AAAAAAAAAn0/LQE2ygK1Gps/s400/DSC03008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037135087528722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt-wcZ3ndI/AAAAAAAAAoE/tHw0DOoHoNQ/s1600-h/DSC03012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt-wcZ3ndI/AAAAAAAAAoE/tHw0DOoHoNQ/s400/DSC03012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037150175075794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt-wBcS_gI/AAAAAAAAAn8/sNro9W5El2s/s1600-h/DSC03011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt-wBcS_gI/AAAAAAAAAn8/sNro9W5El2s/s400/DSC03011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037142937501186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look damn funny lah when my hair is wet. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt-w0ql8cI/AAAAAAAAAoM/3YghBOTJA6s/s1600-h/DSC03016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt-w0ql8cI/AAAAAAAAAoM/3YghBOTJA6s/s400/DSC03016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037156687671746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jacuzzi. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt-xFJ6pZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/GN_Y8xWLNUE/s1600-h/DSC03017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt-xFJ6pZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/GN_Y8xWLNUE/s400/DSC03017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037161114019218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sauna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_dAmcl1I/AAAAAAAAAok/CsfEYyxjvc0/s1600-h/DSC03020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_dAmcl1I/AAAAAAAAAok/CsfEYyxjvc0/s400/DSC03020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037915805751122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;serious looking peter. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_cnERHpI/AAAAAAAAAoc/134nAjc0YaA/s1600-h/DSC03018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_cnERHpI/AAAAAAAAAoc/134nAjc0YaA/s400/DSC03018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037908951506578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooo tak nampak bulu ketiak. nasib baik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left PD around 1pm. Off early because we scared that we might stuck in the traffic , but somehow...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_9LI4E2I/AAAAAAAAApE/hQ1fuD0Huas/s1600-h/DSC03028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_9LI4E2I/AAAAAAAAApE/hQ1fuD0Huas/s400/DSC03028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385038468390327138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;highway is clear! nice timing huh? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_dXGLRTI/AAAAAAAAAos/LHPL0r6U8e4/s1600-h/DSC03027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_dXGLRTI/AAAAAAAAAos/LHPL0r6U8e4/s400/DSC03027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037921844413746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tired. lol , I wanted to sleep in the car but I can't. kesian burhan , nanti dia jealous. I'm supposed to drive half way. but he drove all the way from PD to klang. lucky me , hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_eFjU9uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zD0nQlfF7oA/s1600-h/DSC03030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_eFjU9uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zD0nQlfF7oA/s400/DSC03030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037934314714850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_dwIWp3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/OfjjyzWTo4c/s1600-h/DSC03029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt_dwIWp3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/OfjjyzWTo4c/s400/DSC03029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037928564434802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SruAdJtiURI/AAAAAAAAApM/dDmj7IrZqgg/s1600-h/DSC03031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SruAdJtiURI/AAAAAAAAApM/dDmj7IrZqgg/s400/DSC03031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385039017763033362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Klang.......... =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload the videos on the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6930246399553416499?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6930246399553416499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6930246399553416499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6930246399553416499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6930246399553416499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-week-backs-i-invited-friends-to.html' title='Port Dickson'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Srt1SDdyHRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PhbeAubKX4U/s72-c/DSC02901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-8773983835335893440</id><published>2009-09-19T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:50:02.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree , not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gahhhh , it's the eve of eidul fitri and I'm sitting in front of my PC. Nah , seriously I don't celebrate raya like others. Things that I enjoy during raya is of course the  foods and get to wear new clothes. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for "raya shopping" with one of my nephew today. He's my cousin's son , so he should call me uncle la , right? Uncle Azzat... So cute ahahahaa. Instead of calling me Uncle , he called me Cik Jat. =\ very tak famous la that name. Should teach him call me with more "cool" names. Uncle Johnny , Uncle Zack? HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father gave me some amount of money to be spend on new clothes and shoes. (For him la , not for me)&lt;br /&gt;Following a 7 year old kid to the mall is headache. He insisted on buying cloths or shoes , but begging me to buy him a new PSP Disc game and bunga api. Being a good father *ehem* , I bought him a bundle of bunga api after negotiating with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Kau nak Disc tu ke atau bunga api&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi : Dua-dua&lt;br /&gt;Me : Mana boleh dua dua. Nanti duit tak cukup , aku jual kau nak?&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi : Tadi ayah kasi duit??&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ayah kasi duit suruh beli baju. Bukan beli benda mengarut ni.&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi : Nak game baru lah. Nanti balik kampung boleh main&lt;br /&gt;Me : *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;* disc kat sini tak elok la.. nanti psp kau rosak baru tau. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tipu! tipu!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi : ye kee?? ok la kalau macam tu nak beli bunga api je lah&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hehehehehehehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I brought him to BATA , he picked the "kasut berlampu" (dunno how to translate in english) . Memories maaaaaaaaan !! I'm a huge fan of that "kasut berlampu" during my childhood days !! I'll do whatever to get that shoe for raya.&lt;br /&gt;The shoe doesn't come cheap. It cost around RM60 , quite expensive for a 7year old kid's shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrUyoSedhII/AAAAAAAAAkE/KrEfjDqsrIo/s1600-h/0,0,208,20933,800,575,96cd1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrUyoSedhII/AAAAAAAAAkE/KrEfjDqsrIo/s400/0,0,208,20933,800,575,96cd1357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383264597327053954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a shoe with rollerskates ,which is more cheaper than that kasut berlampu. And again I tried to cheat that small kid by saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Kasut berlampu ni dah ketinggalan zaman lah , orang sekarang pakai kasut ada roda!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrUyEJmxytI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Zg8pedjxJew/s1600-h/347132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrUyEJmxytI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Zg8pedjxJew/s400/347132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383263976470727378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It cost around RM40. The money left given by his father is around RM40+ and I don't want to take out money from my own wallet. Come on lah , I also got something to buy =D&lt;br /&gt;He agreed with me , rollerskates shoe is thousand times better than the old-fashioned "kasut berlampu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoter : Adik nak kasut lampu ke kasut ada roda?&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi : Kasut ada roda lah...&lt;br /&gt;Promoter : Ada yang design baru tau , kasut lampu dengan kasut roda. Ada roda ada lampu. Nak try tak?&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi : Ye ke??? Mana?&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*WTF??!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrUyEvZDfXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/x2Q5yCAUrGY/s1600-h/347133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrUyEvZDfXI/AAAAAAAAAj8/x2Q5yCAUrGY/s400/347133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383263986613714290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes , I bought him the kasut roda + lampu. Cost RM70 and I need to add another RM30. Haih , there goes my money.. Hahah.. Nevermind lah , setahun hanya sekali. Right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him enjoy what he deserves during his childhood day. I've been through it and I know how does it feels to be a small kid , like him. Yea basically I'm just like him. Minus the annoying-ness lah of course. I'm a good boy lah last time. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night , he played his bunga api. And kept annoying me to join with him. I was watching football that time. Keep pulling my shirt and ajak me to play with him (because his father don't let him play without supervision)  Again!! Azzat is good at lying , am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Kau gila ke nak main bunga api malam ni? Polis sibuk nak tangkap orang main mercun kau tau tak? Nanti kau raya dalam lokap(lock-up/jail) baru tau!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah that kept him quite for the whole night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-8773983835335893440?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/8773983835335893440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=8773983835335893440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8773983835335893440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8773983835335893440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/gahhhh-its-eve-of-eidul-fitri-and-im.html' title='Shopping Spree , not'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrUyoSedhII/AAAAAAAAAkE/KrEfjDqsrIo/s72-c/0,0,208,20933,800,575,96cd1357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-8805978327166661677</id><published>2009-09-18T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:09:03.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18/9/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      18/9/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ready guys , this will be the longest entry I ever post on my blog! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari raya is just around the corner , friends coming back from universities and day full of enjoyment! Wohoo-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days before raya , we went 3 different places. Uptown danau kota(damansara) , shah alam and KLANG! And fully surprised that we didn't stuck in the traffic because we follow different unknown route. Thanks to the pro pro pro pro driver lah. (not me) usop if you read this , I'll gladly clarify that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I ADMIRE YOUR DRIVING SKILLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay , Let's talk about the shopping spree. I don't have pictures of Uptown Danau Kota. Hell , that place was boring! I didn't buy anything there. Everything is expensive. And there's limited choices there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on to Uptown Shah Alam. This guy here caught my attention!! Hahaha. A pink-afro guy who speaks Kelantan. I'm not from Kelantan but I do know how to speak in Kelantanese Slang.&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2 Jeans from him at a bargain price! Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRrnvWmYAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_Bt7xAbB5m0/s1600-h/DSC02827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRrnvWmYAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_Bt7xAbB5m0/s400/DSC02827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383045785084911618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Mu ni , kawe ingak cino mano tadi panda kecek klate. Ghuponyo oghe kito gak deh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kau ni , aku ingat cina mana tadi pandai cakap bahasa kelantan. Rupanya melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tahun depan kawe date' lagi keda mu yoh! Kasi rege murah2 sikik!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tahun depan saya datang lagi kedai kamu ya , kasi harga murah murah sikit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then , at 1am something we moved to Klang Bazaar. The place is packed. I had a good laugh at those who parked their car inside Shaw Centrepoint. Lesson learnt - do not park your car inside of shaw centrepoint if you're going Klang Bazaar. Why? Feel it yourself lah, I don't want to explain here. Padan muka! Down here is a short video of how HECTIC or should I call HAPPENING Klang Bazaar is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2704f91a595d9549" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2704f91a595d9549%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330059308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5645073D5CC96CEC76D4FCDDA8B1BEE1D01373E3.83F8F33CCDEA28483EE3CA606A3C3C13DB9A754%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2704f91a595d9549%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEa1_TyIP4j6SpNRhGU3tKsWWQ1w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2704f91a595d9549%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330059308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5645073D5CC96CEC76D4FCDDA8B1BEE1D01373E3.83F8F33CCDEA28483EE3CA606A3C3C13DB9A754%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2704f91a595d9549%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEa1_TyIP4j6SpNRhGU3tKsWWQ1w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all then went Modern Kudrat to have our Sahur. Then to Hakim's place where we'll be sleeping over there. Had PS2 session and guess what , a small reunion! AMAZINGLY !! Hakim&lt;br /&gt;is the new owner of my cats that I threw last 2 weeks!! Very very very surprising!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;When I reached his home , he told me that he got new cat. 5 of them. I wasn't expecting that the cat he's talking about is MINE! OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;What a relief... At last they found a better owner who could provide them with foods.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel even more relieved when I saw the 3 kittens happily playing among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7d7c6286a1a0c714" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d7c6286a1a0c714%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330059308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F1BCD0AA2CDB7F873E3308970698A01AD386242.7F5E3E1AC1B1776C3BBF2D2A7A0F6524A40CD80D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d7c6286a1a0c714%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBg1aaWBnoVqDsW9wss66FdZ_D4c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d7c6286a1a0c714%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330059308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F1BCD0AA2CDB7F873E3308970698A01AD386242.7F5E3E1AC1B1776C3BBF2D2A7A0F6524A40CD80D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d7c6286a1a0c714%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBg1aaWBnoVqDsW9wss66FdZ_D4c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRroACzmLI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-XJIPUV_QfA/s1600-h/DSC02832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRroACzmLI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-XJIPUV_QfA/s400/DSC02832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383045789565294770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sad news is... Where is Apet (my 8 year old cat)&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaaaaaaaaaay , enough with the cats. They have their new owner and I know where they are now. I can visit them whenever I want. Thanks Hakim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRroyhJ-7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/hK_xkZCiAsY/s1600-h/DSC02849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRroyhJ-7I/AAAAAAAAAjc/hK_xkZCiAsY/s400/DSC02849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383045803114363826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS2 session. I'm not good in PES2009 lah , come try my FIFA09 skills in PC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRwS3SGOxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/w4edGt_Bi9U/s1600-h/DSC02853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRwS3SGOxI/AAAAAAAAAjs/w4edGt_Bi9U/s400/DSC02853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383050923994397458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shafiz playing The Sims. *angan-angan nak jadi interior designer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRrobw_oRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jZ_2_8oIAt4/s1600-h/DSC02842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRrobw_oRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jZ_2_8oIAt4/s400/DSC02842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383045797006778642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si gemuk keletihan. After this pic was snapped , we put colgate on his face! Ahh I didn't snap any picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRrpZ9PXmI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ondy3xI5XPc/s1600-h/DSC02856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRrpZ9PXmI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ondy3xI5XPc/s400/DSC02856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383045813701140066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;I know they're taking my pic. That's why I covered 1/2 of my face with my sweater. Ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a wrap guys! My ramblings for the date 18/9/2009 (have nothing better to do , I don't want to let my blog rot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all muslims , wishing you &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI ! MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for all my wrong doings, for what I've done and what I've said. Humans do make mistake. Bumi mana tak ditimpa hujan , manusia mana tidak melakukan kesilapan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff Sniff , I smell ketupat , lemang and rendang. And I can smell the next update is on my trip with friends to... PORT DICKSONNNNNNNNN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-8805978327166661677?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/8805978327166661677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=8805978327166661677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8805978327166661677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8805978327166661677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/18909.html' title='18/9/09'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrRrnvWmYAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_Bt7xAbB5m0/s72-c/DSC02827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-7875993374541688193</id><published>2009-09-16T05:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:55:48.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KANTOI part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes , I got Kantoi-ed for the 2nd time while I'm on my way to AEON with zi xiang to watch movie. I got shocked when I saw a roadblock when I turned left on the junction at taman rama-rama there (because I didn't put on the seatbelt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Abang Polis (A)&lt;/span&gt; stopped me and asked me to pull over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abang Polis (A)&lt;/span&gt; : Haaa , siapa tak pakai seatbelt tadi?? You kan?? *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;points at zi xiang&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Zi Xiang&lt;/span&gt; : *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;* Eh mana ada , saya pakai lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abang Polis (A&lt;/span&gt;) : Jangan tipu la , saya punya kawan nampak you kelam kabut pakai seatbelt tadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Zi Xiang&lt;/span&gt; : Mana ada , betul lah!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually I'm the one that didn't put on the seatbelt&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abang Polis (A)&lt;/span&gt; : Wah tak tampal P ha. Bak sini lu punya IC dan License&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : *gives my IC and license*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Abang Polis (A)&lt;/span&gt; : *check my roadtax , and then I think he saw the sticker of silat association and&lt;br /&gt;                               look at me* Kau pergi kat encik bawah pokok tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abang Polis (B)&lt;/span&gt; : Ha , lu apa salah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Tak tampal P.. lagipun ni kereta abang , nak hantar kawan balik rumah kejap.. rumah&lt;br /&gt;       saya dekat-dekat sini je *tipu* .. sorry la bang , masalah kecil je ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abang Polis (B)&lt;/span&gt; : Oh kau melayu ke? Skang ni ada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPS SIKAP&lt;/span&gt; , so kesalahan kecik pun kena&lt;br /&gt;                            ambil kira tau. *writing down my details on a piece of paper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Berapa ye agak-agak saman kalau tak tampal P?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Abang Polis (B) &lt;/span&gt;: Entah la.. maximum RM300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Mak aii RM300 ?? Habis tu kalau saya bayar saman kat abang , berapa plak? *hints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Abang Polis (B) &lt;/span&gt;: Huiii itu ikut suka kau lah nak bayar berapa , ikhlas ikut hati. Pandai-pandai lah&lt;br /&gt;                                      bahagi. Ada 5 orang untuk operasi hari ni. *hints me back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*actually I wanted to give RM50 , but then something crossed my mind.. why don't I start&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           with RM10 first?* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         RM10 cukup bang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Abang Polis (B) &lt;/span&gt;: Suka hati kau la , agak2 cukup ke untuk 5 orang kat sini. *hints me back , he wants more!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Alaa settle lah , ambil RM20 nih. Lagipun saya student , mana ada banyak duit. Ni pun duit nak beli&lt;br /&gt;        baju raya nih. saya pun nak beraya jugak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrDfaQNwKqI/AAAAAAAAAi0/a0cZ7NKylVc/s1600-h/DSC02813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrDfaQNwKqI/AAAAAAAAAi0/a0cZ7NKylVc/s400/DSC02813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382047196829985442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abang Polis (B)&lt;/span&gt; : Uishhhh mana bleh kasi terang-terang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : *slide in RM20 notes* Nahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrDfawxgR5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/W8jg8ZOES7c/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrDfawxgR5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/W8jg8ZOES7c/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382047205569873810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abang Polis (B) &lt;/span&gt;: heheheh , alright. lain kali jangan lupa tampal P. Banyak operasi bulan ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Oh okay okay. Selamat hari raya bang *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy enough to pay him RM20 rather than paying more for those "unwanted" summons whereby&lt;br /&gt;the money will be spend by our government for stupid projects like 1Malaysia F1 Team.&lt;br /&gt;To abang polis , take my RM20 as a "Duit Raya" in advance for you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-7875993374541688193?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/7875993374541688193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=7875993374541688193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7875993374541688193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/7875993374541688193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/kantoi-part-2.html' title='KANTOI part 2'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SrDfaQNwKqI/AAAAAAAAAi0/a0cZ7NKylVc/s72-c/DSC02813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-3283805930636064850</id><published>2009-09-15T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:26:05.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COOL and CLEAN</title><content type='html'>Was just wondering. Is it dangerous to drink water that fast? I could finish an Iced Milo in less than 5seconds. Even when going mamak/restaurant , I'll order 2-3 drinks. Yea , I drink plenty of water. I'm scared that I might get &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diabetes_mellitus"&gt;diabetes mellitus . &lt;/a&gt;Today I just broke my personal record , I finished my 22oz (biggest cup) in less than 5minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c491bbbb8127790b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc491bbbb8127790b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330059308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D2E5BDE0AB87FA7473B1F488B619A6C296E4540.4003DF8ADA86A51DA3714B0B1C560C2B8CDB83A1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc491bbbb8127790b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyeUeAlDt-_GOB1s_X3izUyrAOvA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc491bbbb8127790b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330059308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D2E5BDE0AB87FA7473B1F488B619A6C296E4540.4003DF8ADA86A51DA3714B0B1C560C2B8CDB83A1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc491bbbb8127790b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyeUeAlDt-_GOB1s_X3izUyrAOvA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===VIDEO====&lt;br /&gt;350ml in 15seconds. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current addiction : C2 (Cool and Clean)&lt;br /&gt;It's a green tea with flavor. I've tried apple flavor and fell in love with it. At least I drink two bottles of it every day. Go Modern and ask them about the green tea apple flavor. It's already SOLD OUT! I borong everything!! (that's what the workers there told me) HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Since the apple flavor is out of stock , I decided to try "Forest Fruit" Flavor. Hmm , not bad. Added in my list of favourite drinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-3283805930636064850?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/3283805930636064850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=3283805930636064850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3283805930636064850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3283805930636064850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/cool-and-clean.html' title='COOL and CLEAN'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6765098356917882610</id><published>2009-09-07T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:03:10.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Bobby the Holland Lop</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-120e0ca2d400c6bf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D120e0ca2d400c6bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330059308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D285F4A7AD4828A977C65D47EB50297A4C80EB880.239A538B2E2E6EA867B101CF29B84151219AA6AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D120e0ca2d400c6bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEm_7wgoLzZXEGKxlvWVE1z8BBKw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D120e0ca2d400c6bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330059308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D285F4A7AD4828A977C65D47EB50297A4C80EB880.239A538B2E2E6EA867B101CF29B84151219AA6AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D120e0ca2d400c6bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEm_7wgoLzZXEGKxlvWVE1z8BBKw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was chasing him around and at last , he's tired! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3 :3 :3 :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any female holland lop out there? Care to mate with my bobby before I neuter him? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*meow-ing sound still stucked in my head* &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/7185845173791594927-6765098356917882610?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=120e0ca2d400c6bf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6765098356917882610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6765098356917882610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6765098356917882610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6765098356917882610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-bobby-holland-lop.html' title='Meet Bobby the Holland Lop'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6097701703347775776</id><published>2009-09-06T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:32:35.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old days</title><content type='html'>Remember the good old days? You turned on your Mega TV (or Astro if your family is considered as "rich" that time) and switch to CARTOON NETWORK channel especially after school. A tired student like me would come home from school, and watch cartoons that turned my brain to mush, and yet made me laugh. I even skipped my Sekolah Agama (afternoon session) just to watch cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqPBtvhAP6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/mPbVi7oqyPE/s1600-h/cartoonnetwork_logo_240_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqPBtvhAP6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/mPbVi7oqyPE/s400/cartoonnetwork_logo_240_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378355371603672994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still don't get it? Let me dig in your brain and remove all the clogged stuff inside. Now , let's recall back where all good cartoons is ON AIR. You stood infront of your TV and waiting for the&lt;br /&gt;cartoon to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqO-N-TAqOI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HyrJt7_ZkyM/s1600-h/Scooby-Doo-tv-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqO-N-TAqOI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HyrJt7_ZkyM/s400/Scooby-Doo-tv-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351527280814306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember "Mystery Inc." , remember Scooby Doo!! Classic. A cartoon about solving mysteries by exposing seemingly otherworldly ghosts and monsters as flesh and blood crooks. I love watching detective-investigating-like shows. Scooby Doo is now replaced by CSI and Detektif Conan today. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqO-NqaF3gI/AAAAAAAAAfM/j1ECj2_d9W4/s1600-h/i+am+weasel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqO-NqaF3gI/AAAAAAAAAfM/j1ECj2_d9W4/s400/i+am+weasel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351521941806594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am Weasel and the right is "I R Baboon" . Weasel is known to be the most intelligent and skilled character in the hit series.  He will always be on the successful side in each and every episode. In contrast , I R Baboon is dim-witted and slovenly baboon who uses incorrect grammar when he speaks (like me, LOL) I R Baboon also is known to have a red-sticking-out buttock! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;He will always be on the opposite side against Weasel of all the episode. Yes, he's envious towards Weasel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqO-NNEqpeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/WE9TLHfkp24/s1600-h/cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqO-NNEqpeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/WE9TLHfkp24/s400/cast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351514067314146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet the two siblings!! Cow and chicken are sister and brother, Strangely , they have a human&lt;br /&gt;parents who faces are never seen in any episode! It's a cute cartoon though , especially when Cow transformed into SssssSssSsssuper Cowwwwww to save chicken! Cow is displayed as a&lt;br /&gt;good and kind sister. Cow looks up to her older brother and she thinks Chicken is cool. Cow will usually call Chicken "Big Brother". While chicken sometimes can be quite mean to his younger-cow-sister. Despite his ego, he loves his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqO-MqEvwyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Ru_JB-RQa8A/s1600-h/1572259685_ed367569be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqO-MqEvwyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Ru_JB-RQa8A/s400/1572259685_ed367569be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351504672408354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually , I don't know what's the correct spelling for this cartoon. Is it the Flinstones or Flintstones? The story is basically about stone age man's life with his family , working environment and with his best-buddy cum next door neighbor , Barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqO-Map2L7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/swro_-nbLyQ/s1600-h/511DG4YDX3L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqO-Map2L7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/swro_-nbLyQ/s400/511DG4YDX3L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378351500533051314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A story about a genius and his annoying sister. Hahah , one of my favourite and must see cartoon everyday. Dexter owns a secret laboratory hidden inside of his house. His enemy and rival is a boy named Mandark who's in love with his sister , Dee Dee. Dee Dee is also one of Dexter's enemy and he tried very hard to make sure Dee Dee did not enter his lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I could write for now. Cartoon network nowadays is just a plain bullshit. Look at what they're showing on CN today. 2D's cartoon ? Jackie Chan ? Whaaaat? I demand the old cartoon network , sir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6097701703347775776?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6097701703347775776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6097701703347775776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6097701703347775776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6097701703347775776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-old-days.html' title='Good Old days'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqPBtvhAP6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/mPbVi7oqyPE/s72-c/cartoonnetwork_logo_240_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-2299267420956632607</id><published>2009-09-06T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:39:17.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Byebye</title><content type='html'>No more cats. No more annoying poop/litter scattered around my house. No more annoying furry little thing that will disturb me when I eat. No more meow-ing sound asking for Whiskas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to throw all my cats (total 6 of them) . Including a 8 year old cat who had been my&lt;br /&gt;loyal companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's cruel/mean. But I got no choice. I couldn't find someone who can adopt them. Which human willingly adopt a stray cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather throw them to somewhere which they can move freely, without the risk of being hit by a car. A place where they can do their "business" anywhere they want. A place where they won't get kicked or bitten by a rabbit. A place where they won't be chase out with a broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty now. =(&lt;br /&gt;The meow-ing sound of them is still inside my head. When I reached home after throwing them,&lt;br /&gt;mum asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak : Mana kau buang kucing tu semua&lt;br /&gt;Me : Teluk Gadong Kecil..&lt;br /&gt;Mak : Kat mana tu?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ade la.. tapi tempat tu kampung. tak banyak kereta , takde anjing..&lt;br /&gt;Mak : Kau menangis ke?&lt;br /&gt;Me : tak la *watery eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck Apet(8y/o) , Baby(2y/o) , Black(1 1/2 y/o) , Bubu(4months) , Cot(4months) , Pit4(months)... May all of you will find a better home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-2299267420956632607?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/2299267420956632607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=2299267420956632607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2299267420956632607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/2299267420956632607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/byebye.html' title='Byebye'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-3239286473778055609</id><published>2009-09-05T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:46:48.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqM8uFC1E2I/AAAAAAAAAeM/1emGdnPz7qk/s1600-h/New+Bitmap+Image.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqM8uFC1E2I/AAAAAAAAAeM/1emGdnPz7qk/s400/New+Bitmap+Image.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378209142336197474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEATing service for rabbit. zOMG&lt;br /&gt;it's actually mating service. ahah. read the BM part down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute lah that holland lop. Pure holland lop.. T__T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-3239286473778055609?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/3239286473778055609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=3239286473778055609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3239286473778055609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/3239286473778055609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahaha.html' title='AHAHA'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqM8uFC1E2I/AAAAAAAAAeM/1emGdnPz7qk/s72-c/New+Bitmap+Image.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6329961113513387323</id><published>2009-09-05T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:15:04.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should or Shouldn't</title><content type='html'>it's coming.... no more january intake. it's OCTOBER intake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;CURRENT UPDATES&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;h3&gt;Announcing the October Intakes!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h4&gt;14 August 2009&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;by Admissions and Bursary Division&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;img src="http://pulse.mmu.edu.my/img/art74_Oct_Intake1.gif" class="image" graid="153" width="175" align="right" border="0" height="60" /&gt;Multimedia University is pleased to announce an October Intake! Students who missed the opportunity to enroll in these programmes in June may apply to join the university. Classes commence in October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6329961113513387323?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6329961113513387323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6329961113513387323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6329961113513387323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6329961113513387323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/should-or-shouldnt.html' title='Should or Shouldn&apos;t'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4440615803068423084</id><published>2009-09-04T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:25:03.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no title , so it is an UNTITLED post</title><content type='html'>Why.. Why everything happened to me all of sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not receive any offers from Local Uni (IPTA) through UPU. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying my results is good but it wasn't bad thou. It is funny to see one of my friend who slacked his SPM got offered into UITM(diploma programme) with the reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"bapak aku kenal dekan uitm tu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to enroll to MMU(foundation in engineering) last JULY but I didn't because of National Service thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm late and the admins of MMU told me to come back on JANUARY INTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;Dad forced me to do my STPM. He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Don't waste your time waiting for that january intake. Do your STPM and then you can continue to degree level after that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya right , not after I found out that STPM is the toughest exam in Malaysia. I feel bad for choosing this route. I once told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once a decision is made , there's no turning back&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yet , I'm turning back now. Looking at the decision I've made - doing STPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole shit came out because I'm stressed with accounts. How to cope with it when I've no basics in accounting! Even a 10A1 student also facing problems doing STPM accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after buka puasa , my dad asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"kau dah apply ke belum UPU untuk bulan 12 ni. Apply la MMU tu lagi sekali kalau nak"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never feel so stressed before. Stressed until affects my sleeping time and my mood.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that I will screw my STPM. I'm scared that I'll screw my life. I'm scared with&lt;br /&gt;the decision I've made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4440615803068423084?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4440615803068423084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4440615803068423084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4440615803068423084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4440615803068423084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-title-so-it-is-untitled-post.html' title='no title , so it is an UNTITLED post'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-1067432800905620581</id><published>2009-09-04T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:42:49.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqFlvsbw8pI/AAAAAAAAAd0/yAe3OUeiQDA/s1600-h/armin-van-buuren-nyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqFlvsbw8pI/AAAAAAAAAd0/yAe3OUeiQDA/s400/armin-van-buuren-nyc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377691300112954002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea , I've changed my playlist. No more D'massiv , no more mat jiwang (bak kata qila) . Move on to trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Armin Van Buuren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; "Trance is a natural drug that heals us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constant rhythmic beats of an electronic synth pad. An ever changing in tempo. Heavy bass. *Thump thump thump thumps*.. You nod to the beats, mesmerized in the new-age rhapsody of the musical genius of Armin Van Buuren. Suddenly, the beats stop and you hear nothing but silence. Yes, you hear silence and you revel in the glory of the absence of sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, a voice, pure and pristine rings out clear as crystal as it rises to a splendid vocal that is only supplemented by the electronica picking up where it left off, rising in volume from nothingness, as if reborn from ashes as a phoenix does, till it fills the empty void broken only by the voice behind the words, matching it in pitch and emotion alike. The music drowns all. You are no longer simply listening to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel it. You understand it. You become one with the music. The words spoken by the voice fills your head and drowns out all other sound as you let it take over your emotions. The energy in the music rises and so does yours. By now, you're moving to the beats of the music, your eyes shut, your arms raised in tribute to the legacy of music. Music, not of one artist, but to the lyrics, the vocals, every beat, every sound that magically falls into place to create a hauntingly addictive world of music and rapture. It is inexplicably beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No face on earth can ever match it's beauty. No woman on earth can match it's attraction. No drug can match it's addiction. It lets your body flow and your mind wander. As you move your body to the music, every thought feels right, every action is justified. You're caught in it's web and you do not want your freedom anymore, for caught in the web, you found freedom in the music. And as you allow yourself to get drenched in the heat of the ever beats, you look up so see your soul set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;source : http://sublimecreativity.blogspot.com/2009/07/state-of-trance.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random Notes : To all emo-fags like me , you guys can try listening to trance. It keeps away your problem for a moment when you're enjoying the beat. I'm not a clubber or whatever , but I am now addicted to trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is trance.&lt;br /&gt;This is not just music.&lt;br /&gt;And you're in a state of trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-1067432800905620581?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/1067432800905620581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=1067432800905620581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1067432800905620581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1067432800905620581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/09/trance.html' title='Trance'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SqFlvsbw8pI/AAAAAAAAAd0/yAe3OUeiQDA/s72-c/armin-van-buuren-nyc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-1077691594553855709</id><published>2009-08-31T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:15:22.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom is nagging , dad doesn't allow you to watch the TV , your sister is being annoying , your brother ate your chocolates and such is some of the problems I (or some of you) faced at home when I was a child. Have "running away or escaping from your home" ever crossed your mind before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpwtxewiK9I/AAAAAAAAAco/dgigw-ykHpE/s1600-h/3181565036_35898093da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpwtxewiK9I/AAAAAAAAAco/dgigw-ykHpE/s400/3181565036_35898093da.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376222383266999250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did before when I was 8 years old that time. I was annoyed with my parents who treated me differently just because I'm the youngest. (there's a huge gap between me and my brother. I'm 8 years old that time and he was 15y/o , 18y/o and my sister 17y/o) . Things happened when I wasn't allowed to follow all my 3 siblings to the beach with my cousins because they scared bad things will happen to me if I go. "No adult supervision" is the strong word which kept me away from following them. I was pissed off because I know my eldest brother could watch after me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Spwtxy4J1HI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mB5lCgnn7uc/s1600-h/l_93e7ecd807944fec912c30d26e0e195e.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Spwtxy4J1HI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mB5lCgnn7uc/s400/l_93e7ecd807944fec912c30d26e0e195e.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376222388667667570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I want to watch the He-Man!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Spwty_-TKHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/mWw67vNZ2I4/s1600-h/l_14765f2c0fb0465cadfc834570515ee7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Spwty_-TKHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/mWw67vNZ2I4/s400/l_14765f2c0fb0465cadfc834570515ee7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376222409362974834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Wouldnn't it nice if they treat me like this everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I packed up my backpack and decided to sneak out at 12pm! (Haha funny right sneaking out during daylight?) I went to my friend's house which is located just few blocks from my house and told him what happened. He allowed me to stay in his house for the night. I've imagined that there will be no more rules, no parent to tell me what to do, no more fights with my siblings. Sounds great and exciting, right? But, funny things happened when both me and my friend went to the playground and when it's getting dark , I forgotten that I'm on the mission of "running-away-from-home" !! I accidentally went back my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; OWN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;house instead of my friend's house and when I was home , my dad was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;RAGE MODE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mana kau pergi! Dari tengah hari sampai maghrib , tak reti-reti balik ke?!?! Dah la keluar rumah tak bagitau!" *hands holding a cane*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into my room. Scared that my dad will turn out to be&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Incredible Hulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Mom came in and asked where did I went. I told her the whole story and how jealous I am towards my siblings. I know mom's actually laughing when she heard the stuff that I told her. We went my friend's house to take my bagpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom knows I wanted to go to the beach badly. Instead of going to the beach , she brought me to WetWorld Shah Alam! Hahah , memories....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpwvKEtDd-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/thOc55efnz0/s1600-h/l_e4b49be5f6804535b61ed101376637a1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpwvKEtDd-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/thOc55efnz0/s400/l_e4b49be5f6804535b61ed101376637a1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376223905281439714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Behind me is my elderest brother&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/7185845173791594927-1077691594553855709?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/1077691594553855709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=1077691594553855709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1077691594553855709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1077691594553855709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-away.html' title='Running Away'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpwtxewiK9I/AAAAAAAAAco/dgigw-ykHpE/s72-c/3181565036_35898093da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-595810481168600998</id><published>2009-08-30T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:24:12.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prrrrrawning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh-oh. I wrapped my holiday by going prawning with my friends! It's not the first time for me , but it is for them! We went prawning at Tanjung Harapan or to be exact :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpoZIwEDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/eRI2T3OmanQ/s1600-h/DSC02632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpoZIwEDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/eRI2T3OmanQ/s400/DSC02632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375865985371738162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're the most noisiest group there. Yunn Teng just couldn't control her "Kan Cheong-ness". Keep screaming whenever a cat passed by or when I bring the prawn or worms near to her face. LOLOL. Both the duo (Jc and Yt) shouted like a freak weh when we caught the first prawn but then the prawn escaped and they were like "AWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" -.0" I guess we're the highlight to the people there on that night. XD&lt;br /&gt;Well , peter managed to caught the first prawn after 45 mins and myself caught one 5 mins after him. That is the results of sweating blood out and non-stop cursing the prawns. LOL&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"@#%@#$ Cepat laa makan umpan aku!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpMpYh_UI/AAAAAAAAAbw/h-11ULgR9a0/s1600-h/DSC02605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpMpYh_UI/AAAAAAAAAbw/h-11ULgR9a0/s400/DSC02605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375865508696554818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpLVij_LI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wTKTENJQwUM/s1600-h/DSC02586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpLVij_LI/AAAAAAAAAbY/wTKTENJQwUM/s400/DSC02586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375865486190050482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sprpn8m-aYI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jY20Sm57kqw/s1600-h/DSC02619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sprpn8m-aYI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jY20Sm57kqw/s400/DSC02619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375865977713879426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpneR-P_I/AAAAAAAAAcA/dxYM2RCIr4o/s1600-h/DSC02614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpneR-P_I/AAAAAAAAAcA/dxYM2RCIr4o/s400/DSC02614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375865969572724722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Chyi is being superb , she caught 7 prawns for the first time with the assist of Peter and Zi Xiang. Well , basically her job is just to pull the rod when Peter asked to. No big deal. Hahah , Kudos goes to Peter lah then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpLwDVs8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/sIs9R4yAO_U/s1600-h/DSC02589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpLwDVs8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/sIs9R4yAO_U/s400/DSC02589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375865493306848194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpNBPzWsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lrHc5iGuuUo/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpNBPzWsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lrHc5iGuuUo/s400/DSC02608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375865515102395074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YT : Enemy Spotted!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpMTTNCWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/L0DRMfrryGA/s1600-h/DSC02591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpMTTNCWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/L0DRMfrryGA/s400/DSC02591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375865502768630114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Worm-serial killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prawning session burnt RM60 but the experience we got is priceless. We caught total of 19 prawns, almost reach the our targets of 20 prawns! Not bad for beginners like us. Should go more often with friends rather then going with my big-sized dull and boring brother. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpoL4iCQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OCpujbFcZdY/s1600-h/DSC02631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpoL4iCQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OCpujbFcZdY/s400/DSC02631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375865981814049026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a small BBQ after the prawning session at JC's house. The barbecued prawn taste good , I can only eat one since I have sinus and I'm scared that I might get allergic. Later scratch here scratch there , how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sprpo0mh0KI/AAAAAAAAAcg/IKILM8JWelM/s1600-h/DSC02634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/Sprpo0mh0KI/AAAAAAAAAcg/IKILM8JWelM/s400/DSC02634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375865992744390818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what going to happen when you're a prawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;PS : anyone watch TV1 this morning? I'm on the TV!! My PLKN camp! I appeared on the scene where we're at "Lapang Sasar" for the menembak thingy!! Yayyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-595810481168600998?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/595810481168600998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=595810481168600998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/595810481168600998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/595810481168600998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/08/prrrrrawning.html' title='Prrrrrawning!'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SprpoZIwEDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/eRI2T3OmanQ/s72-c/DSC02632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-4486519126568061609</id><published>2009-08-30T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:40:33.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy merdeka peeps , may the 1Malaysia vision of our Datuk Seri Najib Tun Abdul Razak will be a success one day *cough* not when you demonstrate on the street with cows head*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog but I don't have the idea on what topic to write on. But somehow , I little chat with one of my friend dragged me to write on myself. Azzat is a slacker who always thinks negatively about himself. LOL did I just think negatively about myself again? D'OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the strange feelings of myself. I kept giving up on myself even when people cheered for me from behind. Or can we call it "emo", as in emotional? The feelings of being useless and NEWOC (not even worth one cent) is hunting me down.&lt;br /&gt;Yes , some of my friends do help me switching my negative mode to positive. But I just can't! Hanging out with friends and grant myself a good outings didn't improve me. I just can't be bothered from being emo all the time. I didn't express towards everyone. Even when going out with friends I will try my best to not bringing my "emo" feelings together. Whenever they laugh , I just can afford to smile. Deep down who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the feelings of being ignored and abandoned, am I too sensitive or this is real. I tried to comfort myself by saying "It's Okay" , "Nevermind lah" , "Relax...chill" but when time goes by , I felt that I'm alone again. (Nah , MJ's song is running in my ears now) . Anyway , my problems now is still the same like past one, I just love to give up on myself. Running away or ignore my problems with the hope that it will solve on its own is not the best choice I could make. Crazy things that I've done when I have problems is by driving/riding to a place where I've never been to hoping that I might lost. The rationality behind this is when I lost , this may distract my mind from thinking of the problems I had and started to figure out the path /direction to my destination. Well it doesn't solve the problems I had , it just encourage my mind not think of it for a while, give it a break perhaps? Besides , I love walking alone on the street. I can walk from my house at Teluk Pulai all the way to Modern Kudrat. I feel calm and relax when walking alone. Not to mention the chasing i received from the dogs and the noises of cars honking me from behind. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insist of sharing my problems with people. Even with my parents. Or brother or sister or close friends or even girlfriend if I have one. In the end , they started assuming stuff about me. This is where all the problem starts. If things are so simple for me to share with , then I would live in a better life now. I'll keep telling myself to remain calm and be happy as possible so that things won't turn badly and may not affect our relationship/friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Quoted from Mr Mong's lame-ass riddles : Which book is most likely to suicide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Answer : Mathematics , because it got lots of "problems" to be solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-4486519126568061609?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/4486519126568061609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=4486519126568061609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4486519126568061609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/4486519126568061609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/08/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-1175527784410333563</id><published>2009-08-29T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:39:06.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What I've Achieved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;During the school holidays , I'm free enough to improve my rank on Giga-Server Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SplKfdaNgHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GiXPr9Tcte0/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SplKfdaNgHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GiXPr9Tcte0/s400/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375409534574362738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SplKfAWNHHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/22nyvyQ3Cbs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SplKfAWNHHI/AAAAAAAAAbA/22nyvyQ3Cbs/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375409526772931698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SplKf1H1qsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BTqnTMlzoP8/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SplKf1H1qsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BTqnTMlzoP8/s400/untitled3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375409540939754178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legendary - Lembu Can Fly ! LOL why I choose this nick eh? First is because it's the moo moo year for the chinese! and the "Can Fly" part is because I'm known to be super fast when rushing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih , when can I be a pro like team Hybrid or LZ or PwyH. or even like weidi or alex. I won my first tournament when I was in standard six and till now I have not win any local tourney or even have a clan. =&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-1175527784410333563?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/1175527784410333563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=1175527784410333563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1175527784410333563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/1175527784410333563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-what-ive-achieved.html' title='This Is What I&apos;ve Achieved'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SplKfdaNgHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GiXPr9Tcte0/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-640861618190156032</id><published>2009-08-29T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:16:25.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever had the feelings of love/like to someone who's in the opposite gender with you? Or in simple english we called it a "CRUSH" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me , my first crush during my childhood day is Misty from Pokemon , LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;Sick eh having a crush on an anime characters? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpjeQaDyhJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m49uZKodJxY/s1600-h/Misty_at_the_beach_by_Ash_Misty_Pikachu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpjeQaDyhJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m49uZKodJxY/s400/Misty_at_the_beach_by_Ash_Misty_Pikachu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375290528721175698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't she cuteeee? Awwwww XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's a story I would like to share from my NS Experience where I got a crush on one malay girl. Things started when I was lining up to take my air tickets and she was standing in front of me. She started asking me where I'm from , which school and so on. Lucky enough , she's sitting beside me inside the plane! The chit-chatting continue until we reached Kuching Airport where we're seperated to two different buses. Another jackpot hits me is when both of us is drafted into the same company!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I can have a crush on someone easily , and I started to avoid her so that the feelings will go away. Things gone wrong when my friend's girlfriend(who's in the same camp with me) gave my phone number to her and we started SMS-ing every weekends.(why weekends? phones are confiscated during weekdays).&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say NO when a friend asked me whether I got a crush on her. But when time goes by , I feel like it is not worth to continue "crush-ing" on someone that doesn't like you. I can see that there's someone from the camp that she really wants to be with, obviously not me. In malay we called it "Bertepuk Sebelah Tangan" . Letting her go earlier is the best solution . Let me just stay out and wait for my dream girl to come. Noted , DREAM girl. hahaha. Anyway this is not the first time I had a crush on someone, well it doesn't matter to me. Crushes to Azzat is more like a wave---it comes and it goes. Simple huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are so hard to understand them. They always like giving you chance or clue but they're actually not! This is soooo confusing to me. There's no exact terms or formulas to understand girls. If there is , I bet einstein will be the hottest geeks in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from homer simpson , "Son you have tried your best and you had failed miserably , the lesson here is.. NEVER TRYYYY.. because trying is one step towards failure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-640861618190156032?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/640861618190156032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=640861618190156032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/640861618190156032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/640861618190156032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/08/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpjeQaDyhJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/m49uZKodJxY/s72-c/Misty_at_the_beach_by_Ash_Misty_Pikachu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6107768862045983283</id><published>2009-08-25T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T03:29:12.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Ini Dalam Malaysia #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good day mate ,&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we know, the government encourages people to take more public transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KTM&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keretapi Tanah Melayu&lt;/span&gt; is one of the public transport(trains) in Malaysia. Apart of the LRT and Monorail , KTM served to let people travel starting from Hat Yai (if I'm not mistaken) all the way to Sink-A-Poor/Kiasu Land (Singapura). I myself use KTM to travel especially to Mid Valley for some outings and KL Sentral to transit from KTM to Monorail for the destination to Lowyat Plaza/Bukit Bintang/KLCC. The reasons why I choose to travel using public transport is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) It's cheap compared to the fuel price you have to feed for your car.&lt;br /&gt;ii) My parent's won't allow me drive to places that I'm not familiar with. (KL road , you get it?)&lt;br /&gt;iii) Saves time ( we take as in you're not sesat or not caught in the heavy traffic! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! Have you guys ever experienced this before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're waiting for the train at KTM&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stations knowing you have something important to do and need to reach to the destination as soon as possible. Upon reaching the station , the speaker announced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tren ke Pelabuhan Kelang akan tiba sebentar lagi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the speaker came alive again and this time the mystery voice announced that the train had been cancelled and you're proudly asked  to wait for another 30 minutes until the next train arrive.&lt;br /&gt;And after sweating your blood out waiting for the train to come , this is what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpOxfPHDlqI/AAAAAAAAAag/0eZRi57Sxgw/s1600-h/KL+Sentral+KTM+Komuter+Sesak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpOxfPHDlqI/AAAAAAAAAag/0eZRi57Sxgw/s400/KL+Sentral+KTM+Komuter+Sesak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373833930573321890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crowded station and if you're out of luck , you might have to squeeze in the train if you don't want to wait for the next train to arrive. Worst , you might be in the same train with the pickpockets / sex maniac who will start doing their "handful" jobs inside the train. So ladies , get your pepper spray prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpOxfjOK6rI/AAAAAAAAAao/Esq9mFk7OrA/s1600-h/KL+Sentral+KTM+Komuter+Sesak+Gila.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpOxfjOK6rI/AAAAAAAAAao/Esq9mFk7OrA/s400/KL+Sentral+KTM+Komuter+Sesak+Gila.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373833935971871410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what they called "Packed in like sardines" where it is extremely crowded till you hardly breathe. Imagine one fella in the same compartment with you farts or have a bad breathe / body odour. LOL pure pwnage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpO7iYWxoyI/AAAAAAAAAaw/jJOL8olALzw/s1600-h/n_pmtrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpO7iYWxoyI/AAAAAAAAAaw/jJOL8olALzw/s400/n_pmtrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373844979711058722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it too late for me to comment on Pak Lah's "day trip" to KTM station last year?&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;he said he was not satisfied with the rail services and wanted immediate improvements to be made after listening to complaints from fellow users and experiencing the horrendous service first hand. He told reporters the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;“Saya lihat tadi keadaan tren yang digunakan untuk penumpang setiap pagi untuk pergi kerja. Mereka sentiasa berebut-rebut bila tren tiba. Dari segi itu, ialah, nampaknya macam tak ada sistem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS CAPTAIN OBVIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6107768862045983283?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6107768862045983283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6107768862045983283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6107768862045983283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6107768862045983283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/08/hari-ini-dalam-malaysia-3.html' title='Hari Ini Dalam Malaysia #3'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpOxfPHDlqI/AAAAAAAAAag/0eZRi57Sxgw/s72-c/KL+Sentral+KTM+Komuter+Sesak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-6494492091326903190</id><published>2009-08-24T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:04:34.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best Illusion ever</title><content type='html'>This has to be the best illusion ever created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpKdwTWEvyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/IwKGnkM_D4I/s1600-h/SafeR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpKdwTWEvyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/IwKGnkM_D4I/s400/SafeR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373530758558564130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the above images from your seat in front of the computer, Mr. Angry is on the left, and Ms.Calm is on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up from your seat, and move back 12 feet, and PRESTO ,    they switch places!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said this illusion was created by Phillippe G.Schyns and Aude Oliva of the University of Glasgow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits : lowyat.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-6494492091326903190?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/6494492091326903190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=6494492091326903190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6494492091326903190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/6494492091326903190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-illusion-ever.html' title='The best Illusion ever'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpKdwTWEvyI/AAAAAAAAAaA/IwKGnkM_D4I/s72-c/SafeR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-5804524397944901567</id><published>2009-08-23T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:52:16.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpF0ZtBASDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jhVBks89QEI/s1600-h/setanlm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpF0ZtBASDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jhVBks89QEI/s400/setanlm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373203815359072306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Salam Ramadhan Al-Mubarak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May we find the strength we need while looking for His blessings and forgiveness. Amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's ramadhan is kinda weird to me, eh? When the muslims believed that on this holy&lt;br /&gt;month all evils,demons and ghosts were chained up , while the chinese is celebrating the Hungry Ghost Festival together this month where it is said that ghosts and spirits will come out from the lower realm. Full-stop , no more question from now on. It's their belief and I should respect. *bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me brief you guys about ramadhan. I'm sure many of you guys know about it. And some of you thinks that puasa(fasting) is torchering as we are refrained from eating and drinking. There's a study on effects of fasting that shows positive results and feedbacks to keep your mouth shut. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/exchange/node/1834"&gt;The Health Benefits of Fasting &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.essortment.com/all/benefitsfasting_rfyz.htm"&gt;The Physical and Spiritual Benefits of Fasting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The muslims will wake up before the dawn for their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sahur&lt;/span&gt; , or a pre-dawn meal. We have to&lt;br /&gt;stop eating and drinking before Subuh's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Azan&lt;/span&gt; (calling for prayers, from the mosque) until the Maghrib's Azan (which is around 7.00-7.30pm). This process starts all over again the next day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We need to put more effort into following the teachings of Islam and to avoid obscene and irreligious sights and sounds. Sexual thoughts and activities during fasting hours are also forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why I Like The Ramadhans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bazaar! Foods!! Hey I love foods! Ayam percik or Nasi Goreng Tomato together with serunding/rendang is a must for me.  While Soya and Orange juice complete my "what-to-eat" list everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It seems that I've grown up and playing firecrackers/meriam is no longer my routine after tarawikh prayers. I used to play those when I was in primary school until in form 3. I remember back when I was caught by my father for keeping a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cricket &lt;/span&gt;brand lighter in my pocket and he taught that I smoke. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Time to shop-till-drop with your parents money. "Beli Baju Raya" is a strong words to ask my parents for some money. New shirts , new pants , new shoes! And it's the time to paint the whole house again with new colour. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child , my mom will always force me to puasa(fast). I refused to do so(because I've read somewhere in my Agama's book that the condition of someone who have to fast is "the one that has reached the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;akil baligh&lt;/span&gt;(puberty) and end up , my parents cut my duit raya into half while my brothers and sister who puasa for the whole month enjoyed their duit raya. On the next year , my mom again forced me to puasa and I decided to take up the challenge. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two things that prevent me from not fasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You know , there's a tradition in most of the malays family where the person who is not fasting on that day are not allowed to eat(as in breaking-fast/berbuka puasa) on the same table with those who are fasting? Ish, jealousy strikes me when the whole family is eating on the dinner table while I was sitting on a corner , eating alone all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The time when my mom said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; : Tak puasa tak boleh raya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(you don't fast , and you won't get to celebrate the Eids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was traumatized by last year's incident where my duit raya is cut into half&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Mom said that I can puasa for half day only if I cannot make it through the whole day. We called this type of puasa as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;PUASA YANG YOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;PUASA OLOK-OLOK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Errr , I don't know how to translate it into english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-5804524397944901567?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/5804524397944901567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=5804524397944901567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5804524397944901567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/5804524397944901567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/08/salam-ramadhan.html' title='Salam Ramadhan'/><author><name>Azzat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602420334772850676</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SoJ50ieJfnI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4H3BEnUIAoY/S220/5420_128698328232_739788232_2413550_5372415_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/SpF0ZtBASDI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jhVBks89QEI/s72-c/setanlm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185845173791594927.post-8247835359161953648</id><published>2009-08-21T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:26:12.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Ini Dalam Malaysia #2</title><content type='html'>Alright class , now sit down and prepare for our next lesson on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Typical Malaysian 101 : The Ah Bengs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7dVykkQ6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/50RNwImBZ44/s1600-h/ahbengbeng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7dVykkQ6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/50RNwImBZ44/s400/ahbengbeng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372474771921716130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Introduction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ah Beng is a stereotype applied to a certain of a group of young Chinese men in Southeast Asia, particularly Singapore and Malaysia. The stereotypical view of a Ah Beng is a young Chinese man or teenager, that lacks cultural refinement or indulges in criminal activity or is involved in brawls or arguments out of disagreements with other people. Ah Beng also known as the fashion&lt;br /&gt;criminal or a hooligans who have a bad dress sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(source:wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;How To Identify Ah Bengs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily recognized by their "outrageous" bleached or blond-dyed hair , Ah Beng's also can easily be identified by just looking at what they're wearing. A flamboyant shirts for example with colourful decorations especially the one with dragons , a tight shirt , boot-cut trousers. Some&lt;br /&gt;of them even carry plastic combs with them. Needless to say , Ah Beng have a not-so-pretty tattoo "carved" on their body and trust me, they're proud with those tattoo.  Well known for trying to follow the japanese style,&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bengs failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7i2N_dcaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/K4UFs-6YaHQ/s1600-h/lalala.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/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7i2N_dcaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/K4UFs-6YaHQ/s400/lalala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372480826596225442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7i2rRaDZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yJKeGUlGnA0/s1600-h/chinese-black-society-gang-triad-shirtless-showing-off-tattoos-in-restaurant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7i2rRaDZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yJKeGUlGnA0/s400/chinese-black-society-gang-triad-shirtless-showing-off-tattoos-in-restaurant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372480834456128914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7jjwaqNDI/AAAAAAAAAZY/QXFmtd1TB6w/s1600-h/DSC05896.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/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7jjwaqNDI/AAAAAAAAAZY/QXFmtd1TB6w/s400/DSC05896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372481608931226674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng and His Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah Beng do own a car, a nice one ( for them lar..). You can spot Ah Beng's car from far! They usually drive normal cars such as a Wira 1.3/Waja heavily modded with an Evo III full bodykit, massive alloy spoiler, racing rims, 5" barbeque set exhaust and super loud techno playing stereo with flashing lights. Conclusion , a Full Fast &amp;amp; Furious style with neon lights under the car is the "Holy Grail" of the Ah Bengs. I don't want to talk on Ah Beng's driving etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7meb1TeeI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uAAUTjiKlWs/s1600-h/ahbeng2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7meb1TeeI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uAAUTjiKlWs/s400/ahbeng2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372484816041376226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7mfa3s4OI/AAAAAAAAAZw/7CH97XmmBos/s1600-h/IMGP0135_signed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7mfa3s4OI/AAAAAAAAAZw/7CH97XmmBos/s400/IMGP0135_signed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372484832962863330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting , champion of all-ahbeng car trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7mevtGDLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UeykMohJz0U/s1600-h/post-5925-1225047452_thumb.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/_BfIqK72dKnI/So7mevtGDLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/UeykMohJz0U/s400/post-5925-1225047452_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372484821375650994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185845173791594927-8247835359161953648?l=arzzard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/feeds/8247835359161953648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185845173791594927&amp;postID=8247835359161953648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8247835359161953648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185845173791594927/posts/default/8247835359161953648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arzzard.blogspot.com/2009/08/hari-ini-dalam-malaysia-2.ht
