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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy lately, damn busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you guys can come support me.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate it really,&lt;br /&gt;come to 53 Haji Lane, Aladdin Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the store manager there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesha~ for you....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-595747176352270998?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/595747176352270998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-lately-damn-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/595747176352270998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I've always liked you.&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/8119115392853086820-3749014780293537185?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3749014780293537185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-you-didnt-know-ive-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3749014780293537185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3749014780293537185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S-SEDOJaEqI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2PSsIFJkD2A/s200/b6dc6a123736c729a7587cc354d05097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468641038406652578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I grew up, brought up and was taught in the slums.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not, but I learned life the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably a large sum of you out there telling yourself that everything you have right now ain't enough. But the worst part of it is that you're not gonna do anything about it. Take some time and think about it. I grew up hating school. For the fact that I'll be hungry and everyday worries of how to get home. I remember once where I stayed in Ang Mo Kio and I walked from Toa Payoh. It tooked me 4 bloody hours. I got home and mum didn't even know about it. Back then I was only 9. I also remember an instance where we had nothing to eat at home. We just had rice and seaweed I bought from school. Just had to live with that.&lt;br /&gt;Adding to that was this fucking guy. As a kid, I don't find him attractive at all. He's ugly, tattered and freaking sleazy. For one fact, he beats me alot. I remember plenty of times where I would faint fell and cut my head. Until this day, mum knows nothing about it. I wasn't afraid of him really. I just wanted her to be happy. I remember being hit on the spatula, fingers slammed on the door and etc. Yet that wasn't just all, he tried alot of different things on me. Which I rather not say here. All I know is, retribution is coming at ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For five years, we endured it. For such an asswipe,I didn't think you'd be so coward. Leaving us just like that. Oh please, I didn't mean just like that. He left the world on our freaking shoulders. We went through three dark, stuffy nights. Until my uncle helped us pay for the bills. There were too many things outstanding that mum had to go to court. She was too stressed we got shout for every little things. Things were so uncontrollable that I even had to undergo stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick of school yet I went pretending everything was okay. For someone who can't afford much. I wouldn't push away someone who needs help. Nor I am not stingy in every littlest asset I own. Mum grew a little son with a big heart. Of course I learned from the best. I started working everysince I was 15 just to help my mum. I worked very hard to help her. Sometimes what I gives her is not enough to her. But I did my best. It can lead to the extent where I just feel like giving up. Yet I always try to understand at where she's looking from.&lt;br /&gt;Enough? I'm not gonna blabber bout my whole life and sorrows. I'm not asking for you to feel sympathy for me or give me a piece. Oh fuck no. Bring it on. Reality is, I'm still here stronger all for one reason. The people who've been there for me during these times of turbulence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S-SPrY2ZJZI/AAAAAAAAAnY/r-QrP0-ngS0/s1600/n537250358_2506979_1498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S-SPrY2ZJZI/AAAAAAAAAnY/r-QrP0-ngS0/s200/n537250358_2506979_1498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468653823102363026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, #1 for people who don't really know me that well. Yes thats mum. She's young I know, no more questions please. Anyway, Mama. Happy Mother's Day. I'm gonna be 20 this year. Thank you for being there and supporting me all these while. I know it isn't easy being a single mum. I just wanna let you know that from our eyes. You've done more than enough. You don't have to worry bout us anymore. You don't have to work at clubs anymore from night till morning. Please know me and EJ can take care of ourselves now. I love you Mama more than anything else &amp;amp; I'll be here till the eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S-SPrY2ZJZI/AAAAAAAAAnY/r-QrP0-ngS0/s1600/n537250358_2506979_1498.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S-SPr-oOhwI/AAAAAAAAAng/FuBqJFpR9mE/s1600/9730_157043392366_540667366_2601093_773789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S-SPr-oOhwI/AAAAAAAAAng/FuBqJFpR9mE/s200/9730_157043392366_540667366_2601093_773789_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468653833243494146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi, this is my annoying little sister. I have two actually, both annoying. But I love them anyway. Well today is EJ's 18th BIRTHDAY! She's been with me through out. We would text each other when something happen. Keep us update. Things like when she locked out of the house. Or like recently when she broke her hand. Sometimes she can be so cute but most of the times just plain annoying. She texted me, "Abang, tangan EJ patah how?" I almost thought she was joking. But she don't do that at the middle of the night anyway. I got to admit, we have the weirdest brother and sister relationship but I love it anyway. While growing up, we didn't have much time to bond anyway. Mum was busy working, we just had ourselves to take care of and as time goes by. We didn't have time to catch up. Still we managed here and there. But one thing for sure, this little sister of mine is a very strong girl. No matter what goes her way she'll pull through. Therefore, I too love you little annoying sis. May your wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-3716050799203612211?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3716050799203612211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-grew-up-brought-up-and-was-taught-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3716050799203612211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3716050799203612211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-grew-up-brought-up-and-was-taught-in.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S-SEDOJaEqI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2PSsIFJkD2A/s72-c/b6dc6a123736c729a7587cc354d05097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-2717579309614821672</id><published>2010-04-17T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T02:38:06.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S8itrbLquiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ijJ_RcDmzvs/s1600/Crushed_by_ZusaLiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S8itrbLquiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ijJ_RcDmzvs/s200/Crushed_by_ZusaLiko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460805509729401378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Forget the rainbow, I feel the world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;After what you said, now all I am looking for is none.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is my time to renew era.&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/8119115392853086820-2717579309614821672?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2717579309614821672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/04/forget-rainbow-i-feel-world-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2717579309614821672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2717579309614821672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/04/forget-rainbow-i-feel-world-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S8itrbLquiI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ijJ_RcDmzvs/s72-c/Crushed_by_ZusaLiko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-5971104476491162086</id><published>2010-04-13T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T03:16:20.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S8NlaOIEwKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/JB5KGZ8RVgo/s1600/That_Summer_Love_by_jazzylemonade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S8NlaOIEwKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/JB5KGZ8RVgo/s200/That_Summer_Love_by_jazzylemonade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459318674446139554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll go to the end of the rainbow for you,&lt;br /&gt;even if it takes me a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-5971104476491162086?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5971104476491162086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-go-to-end-of-rainbow-for-you-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5971104476491162086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5971104476491162086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-go-to-end-of-rainbow-for-you-even.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S8NlaOIEwKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/JB5KGZ8RVgo/s72-c/That_Summer_Love_by_jazzylemonade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-147005819227267225</id><published>2010-04-05T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:53:11.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S7jeVFoKDXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/reXK2pL67U8/s1600/fix_you_by_SASoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S7jeVFoKDXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/reXK2pL67U8/s200/fix_you_by_SASoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456355402428583282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tears stream, down your face.&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something,&lt;br /&gt;you cannot replace.&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream, down your face.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream, down your face.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I...&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/8119115392853086820-147005819227267225?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/147005819227267225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/04/fix-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/147005819227267225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/147005819227267225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/04/fix-you.html' title='Fix You.'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S7jeVFoKDXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/reXK2pL67U8/s72-c/fix_you_by_SASoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-8962263468528961409</id><published>2010-04-03T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:43:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I miss Raddyb.&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/8119115392853086820-8962263468528961409?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8962263468528961409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-raddyb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8962263468528961409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8962263468528961409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-raddyb.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-1507346540212955703</id><published>2010-03-29T04:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:41:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems Like Forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6-91pJVw3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/NQq85o1_7NA/s1600/pharrell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6-91pJVw3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/NQq85o1_7NA/s200/pharrell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453786403044705138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I want you to know that it's a little fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;That I'm stuck here waiting, no longer debating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tired of sitting, hating and making these excuses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;for why you're not around and I'm feeling so useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It seems that one thing has been true all along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you'll don't really know what you got until it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I guess I've had it with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;when you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...&lt;/span&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-1507346540212955703?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1507346540212955703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/seems-like-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1507346540212955703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1507346540212955703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/seems-like-forever.html' title='Seems Like Forever.'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6-91pJVw3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/NQq85o1_7NA/s72-c/pharrell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-6416637073833569193</id><published>2010-03-29T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:29:35.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6-2gLySBCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hkOrsCJf-6M/s1600/pharrell-williams-has-shrug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6-2gLySBCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hkOrsCJf-6M/s200/pharrell-williams-has-shrug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453778337804715042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Some people think that the visible things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;define what's within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Remembering when I was nine years old,&lt;br /&gt;trying to figure out why was the world so cold.&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm all alone and never knew my daddy,&lt;br /&gt;mum is always gone getting us some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then when I was ten years old,&lt;br /&gt;still steady trying to figure out why's the world so cold.&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike me,&lt;br /&gt;in my mind was all about feeling being free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yells and abuses left me with bruises,&lt;br /&gt;teachers ask questions, I'm making up excuses.&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no one really know whats happening around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stucked in a world of my own,&lt;br /&gt;forced to think that hell is a place called home.&lt;br /&gt;Then I pop pills to get rid of all the pain,&lt;br /&gt;living for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do me a favor right now and close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Picture us running away together.&lt;br /&gt;When we come back, everything's gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surprising how much a song can relate to my life. Music is like magic, there's a certain feeling you get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-6416637073833569193?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6416637073833569193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/runaway-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6416637073833569193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6416637073833569193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/runaway-love.html' title='Runaway Love.'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6-2gLySBCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hkOrsCJf-6M/s72-c/pharrell-williams-has-shrug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-6007580946009955856</id><published>2010-03-23T03:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T04:04:36.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6fL6Dw1CDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/VbNIFBX4w2E/s1600-h/one+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6fL6Dw1CDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/VbNIFBX4w2E/s200/one+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451550072258234418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Listening to Deadmau5 - Brazil maybe it might calm you down as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's impossible to sleep when something's big happening tomorrow. Solitude might just feel up to the brim right now. Maybe its close, maybe its not. I'm not taking my chances with what I have and lose it once again. I'm gonna try and make you mine. Deep in this heart lies a once blissful soul who prefers to smile on the rainy days and cry on a beautiful sunset. I'm keeping an eye on you sunshine, may I see those rays beneath the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Thou shall set us free.&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/8119115392853086820-6007580946009955856?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6007580946009955856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/listening-to-deadmau5-brazil-maybe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6007580946009955856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6007580946009955856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/listening-to-deadmau5-brazil-maybe-it.html' title='Brazil.'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6fL6Dw1CDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/VbNIFBX4w2E/s72-c/one+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7356213767569581933</id><published>2010-03-21T03:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T05:21:41.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discomfort factualism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6Uvka2ja9I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/o4D4hIPsd0E/s1600-h/the_woods_by_playxcracktheski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6Uvka2ja9I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/o4D4hIPsd0E/s200/the_woods_by_playxcracktheski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450815226731785170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I woke up in a dream today to the cold of the static. I put my cold feet on the floor. I forgot all about yesterday. Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore. Even though you're so close to me, you're still so distant. We fall to the floor &amp;amp; the rest of the days stands still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place so dark, you can't see the end. Pollution manifested in perpetual sounds. Now you got me caught in the act. You bring the thought back, I'm telling you that; I see it right through you. And I wish I didn't feel like there was something amiss. These are my snow covered dreams. This is me pretending, this is all I need. Cause I've drawn regret from the truth of a thousand lies. Memories consume,like opening the wounds. I'm picking me apart again. I hurt much more, then anytime before. I had no options left again. Time won't heal this damage anymore. Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection. Can't you see that you're smothering me. Holding too tightly afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes solution aren't so simple, sometimes good bye's the only way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple, sometimes good bye's the only way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Telling me to go, but hands beg me to stay. Your lips says that you love, your eyes says that you hate. You promised me the sky. Then tossed me like a stone. You wrap me in your arms and chill me to the bone. There's truth in your lies and doubts in your faith. Don't be afraid. I've taken my beating and I've shared what I made. I'm strong on the surface,not all the way through. I've never been perfect. &amp;amp; neither have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This is the last smile, that I'll fake for the sake of being with you.&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice of hiding in a lie. I'll never fight again.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is how it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hybrid Theory &amp;amp; Meteora&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/8119115392853086820-7356213767569581933?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7356213767569581933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/discomfort-factualism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7356213767569581933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7356213767569581933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/discomfort-factualism.html' title='discomfort factualism.'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S6Uvka2ja9I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/o4D4hIPsd0E/s72-c/the_woods_by_playxcracktheski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-6289286775207059560</id><published>2010-03-16T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T03:22:30.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pursuit of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S56B90zqNYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/oyOR7gFGndk/s1600-h/skate__________by_KolektivNoTalent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S56B90zqNYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/oyOR7gFGndk/s200/skate__________by_KolektivNoTalent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448935498312201602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I miss my Illa, lets roll sometime and grind some rails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats Beavis without Butthead? Might be a less gruesome sight if only it all didn't come together. Neverthelessly, I swallowed it all up already and taken all the neccessary actions. I gotta open up the books frequently to atleast get somewhat close to viva la vida. If only mugging's the same as how me and my usual bollocks be killing zombies. For motherfuckin' five straight hours ain't moving an inch. So lets kill this motherfucker cause to me The Northern's were being an ass to the Southern's back then in Ireland. Let's take this slow stroll in war dandy history. Till then is back to basics &amp;amp; no I ain't waking up like P.Diddy later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Why don't you just stab me? Trust me,Stalin would.&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/8119115392853086820-6289286775207059560?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6289286775207059560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/pursuit-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6289286775207059560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6289286775207059560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='the pursuit of happiness'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S56B90zqNYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/oyOR7gFGndk/s72-c/skate__________by_KolektivNoTalent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7899490048721230933</id><published>2010-03-07T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:01:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter ego.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S5NZ2Wth8gI/AAAAAAAAAlw/OupLR95RtRw/s1600-h/imaginary_friends_by_oki_oki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S5NZ2Wth8gI/AAAAAAAAAlw/OupLR95RtRw/s200/imaginary_friends_by_oki_oki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445795164765417986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&amp;amp; yes I'm positive this alter ego thing is working out for me. Sometimes you gotta take all the blame on what other people do just to end things like that. It just had to come during my most darkest hour where I never really needed this sort of thing from happening. On the other hand, this taught me a lesson on not trusting someone's word until you're really sure of what's happening around. Even from a close friend. Cause the slightest words can be so deceiving and especially when you're in the shoes of the good friend. Maybe I'm finally realize what it means to keep your friends close then keep your enemies closer. I had my fair share of mistakes &amp;amp; I've did what a guy suppose to do. Apologize. Yet until then, your heart will never rest as much as I've tried. Knowing you taking shits for something you're not suppose to.For the rest of them, their ignorance is killing. It's like I was all in for this. I might be a soldier,but I thought we don't do things the one man army style. They relinquish selfishness so well, I saw it in between the lines. Hell, that's life sock it in for me. You gotta do, what you gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm at my grandma's place for the past few weeks. I've been studying hard for good. I need to pass my O's for god's sake it's using too months of my NS pay. Hell yeah, NS pay sucks. It can barely feed a cat for a whole month. &amp;amp; this cat here needs to travel alot to work. Yet, ranting bout it ain't gonna help either. So fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got guest today. My first meeting with some relatives from Malaysia. The detriment of having a huge family. So apparently, I have cousins who almost my mum's age &amp;amp; it's annoying cause their 8 year old son calls me uncle.(&amp;amp; I hate fucking hate that) So I pulled him to my room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Jangan panggil oberg, panggil abang je k"&lt;br /&gt;Niece: "Okay oberg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's annoying I swear &amp;amp; while I'm blogging this. He's just beside me on the PSP acting like he knows how to. Well whatever, he's just a kid. I love little kids, but I hate noisy, crybabies, annoying little kids. Cute kids just makes me wanna kill them, but this kinds just makes me wanna chop them into pieces. Story #2 on this irritating boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niece:"Abang,ni sape dgn awek ni?"(referring to me &amp;amp; ej's pic when we were younger)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Tu abg la ngan adik abg."&lt;br /&gt;Niece: "Tak la, bukan. Yang ini tau. Takkan gemok nye abg skrg?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just met you for the first time &amp;amp; you broke my heart into a million pieces. Little monster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I've made up a schedule in my laptop. To balance out my gym sessions and studies. So I'll live only for the weekends for the whole of this year. I don't know what happen to the group study, but I need it once in awhile. Studying alone can be boring and frustrating at some point. When you just needed somebody to consult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until here, I've said all I felt like saying. It's gonna be a movie marathon Sunday for me today. I can't believe I just downloaded 10 ten movies within 3 hours. Where I used to think it'll take at least a month to download that much. Do keep in touch readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to you bro, thanks for being most part of my life all this while. I gotta be honest, I felt it was worthless quarrelling with you over that issue. That's why I just swallowed my pride and consume my ego bringing it down my toes. I told you what I've done wrong and apologize yet for the rest of it. Go figure the missing links, wait isn't there any now? Since I sucked all of it up. Yeah, whatever. I'm just clearing my throat, cause it seems like I'm playing the villain in this movie of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let today be my Stay Home Sunday.&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/8119115392853086820-7899490048721230933?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7899490048721230933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/alter-ego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7899490048721230933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7899490048721230933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/alter-ego.html' title='Alter ego.'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S5NZ2Wth8gI/AAAAAAAAAlw/OupLR95RtRw/s72-c/imaginary_friends_by_oki_oki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-714545071246433057</id><published>2010-03-04T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:22:59.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An embrace lamentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S4_Vl5oA4wI/AAAAAAAAAlg/d-1mo5Uyd7g/s1600-h/Sky_by_LSDsuicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S4_Vl5oA4wI/AAAAAAAAAlg/d-1mo5Uyd7g/s200/Sky_by_LSDsuicide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444805321614746370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A moment, a love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just signed my statement form and court date will be anytime sooner. Sometimes I wish I didn't do the things I did. But we humans has our rationalism. Won't be much longer till my prolonged days in 'Bastille'. Pushing that aside. I have been mugging for my puny little exam's. Squeezing my brains for Hitler's stubby glory days and Mr Kanada grand unearthing of atoms. How I wish this people just lead an ordinary life like us prevalent humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-714545071246433057?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/714545071246433057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/embrace-lamentation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/714545071246433057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/714545071246433057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/embrace-lamentation.html' title='An embrace lamentation'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S4_Vl5oA4wI/AAAAAAAAAlg/d-1mo5Uyd7g/s72-c/Sky_by_LSDsuicide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-2308060581521459157</id><published>2010-02-11T06:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T06:48:12.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solitary sentiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S3M19xl1tbI/AAAAAAAAAk4/g-i4NHY_dPA/s1600-h/if_i__m_to_fall_____by_mr_twingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S3M19xl1tbI/AAAAAAAAAk4/g-i4NHY_dPA/s200/if_i__m_to_fall_____by_mr_twingo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436748510566659506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now here we're stay, it's all that we're worth. I've been through the pain and been dragged through the dirt. Whatever they told you were bigger than words. I've been where you standing, I know how it hurts. Let this be a song now and this be our day. We stand together and we'll be okay. Cause we're survivors, we're making it work. Expecting the best when they'd hope for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love, this is the way we found&lt;br /&gt;One love, even though they'll let you down&lt;br /&gt;One love, nobody's perfect now&lt;br /&gt;One love, don't let that hold you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love, let's stick together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I love you Debe Sairi. :)&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-2308060581521459157?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2308060581521459157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-here-were-stay-its-all-that-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2308060581521459157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2308060581521459157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-here-were-stay-its-all-that-were.html' title='solitary sentiment'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S3M19xl1tbI/AAAAAAAAAk4/g-i4NHY_dPA/s72-c/if_i__m_to_fall_____by_mr_twingo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-8512999998312950685</id><published>2010-02-09T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:51:09.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuss-kismets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S3D1KOUNKCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/4yjubEDoQCo/s1600-h/forever_young_by_punkinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436114306226530338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S3D1KOUNKCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/4yjubEDoQCo/s200/forever_young_by_punkinder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;Definitely an odd muted Tuesday to begin with. I feel dejected from yesterday's so called spring cleaning. Mugging was awesome too. I'm getting the hang of it. Jut speck's in this little head. Not much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-8512999998312950685?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8512999998312950685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuss-kismets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8512999998312950685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8512999998312950685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuss-kismets.html' title='cuss-kismets'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S3D1KOUNKCI/AAAAAAAAAkg/4yjubEDoQCo/s72-c/forever_young_by_punkinder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-584440103037895103</id><published>2010-02-03T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:48:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ennui sensation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2lFd8V0FqI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sR3t3Zg14pE/s1600-h/tired_by_dragy88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433950806115358370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2lFd8V0FqI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sR3t3Zg14pE/s200/tired_by_dragy88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wiped.&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/8119115392853086820-584440103037895103?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/584440103037895103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/02/wiped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/584440103037895103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/584440103037895103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/02/wiped.html' title='ennui sensation'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2lFd8V0FqI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sR3t3Zg14pE/s72-c/tired_by_dragy88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-156876736733030670</id><published>2010-02-01T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:30:31.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fag monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2ZyE3GLEoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PMqx3ueO7ck/s1600-h/Kiss_Me__So_Sweetly__by_lorelix04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433155428303966850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2ZyE3GLEoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PMqx3ueO7ck/s200/Kiss_Me__So_Sweetly__by_lorelix04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The usual Monday blues setting in. Work has been a great deal yet Ozzy's consort has been a great pleasure. Meanwhile I'm awaiting the tail end to the day where I can have my gym session. I had my fair share of 'janji melayu's'. Looks like I'm going alone today. But oh well, you gotta keep up with your resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No matter how many times I tell you those three words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the love I have for you is never close to how many times I said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I love you very much.&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/8119115392853086820-156876736733030670?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/156876736733030670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/02/fag-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/156876736733030670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/156876736733030670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/02/fag-monday.html' title='fag monday'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2ZyE3GLEoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PMqx3ueO7ck/s72-c/Kiss_Me__So_Sweetly__by_lorelix04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7103437038525127463</id><published>2010-01-30T11:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:11:06.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Threadbare Ante Meridiem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2O8cSEVSmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/KKROCy9gUQY/s1600-h/Boredom__s_offspring_by_Jointor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2O8cSEVSmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/KKROCy9gUQY/s200/Boredom__s_offspring_by_Jointor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432392769611319906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Stodgy Saturday, sure not gonna get any cruddy than this. Maybe some legal tender might ease off the day a little bit. A pledge-less week will come marching in and I'm poised ready for ya. Meanwhile, let the Aces and Kings flows in. My famine of chips is living up to its poker moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;May the rest of you have a splendid day ahead. While the black kids stays in the ghetto and the whites belays the slums. Wankers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-7103437038525127463?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7103437038525127463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/threadbare-ante-meridiem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7103437038525127463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7103437038525127463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/threadbare-ante-meridiem.html' title='Threadbare Ante Meridiem'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2O8cSEVSmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/KKROCy9gUQY/s72-c/Boredom__s_offspring_by_Jointor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-1737127235313398270</id><published>2010-01-30T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T02:37:14.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venture the Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2MnmIak_QI/AAAAAAAAAjg/rDmb0_yW-Gg/s1600-h/Festival_Song_Number_One_by_jazzylemonade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2MnmIak_QI/AAAAAAAAAjg/rDmb0_yW-Gg/s200/Festival_Song_Number_One_by_jazzylemonade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432229111586422018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Refashion have been the days. As the day get's closer,grody as it seems. It's never a good feeling when you know you're gonna be isolated very soon. No matter the prolongation, I'll serve my time;low in pride and dignity. Push my ego aside and let myself be pulled in by my delinquency. While on the green,let relish takes over and may we last until time forbids us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Thank you Debe, for earning wing my reverie. Ilyvm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-1737127235313398270?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1737127235313398270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/venture-solitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1737127235313398270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1737127235313398270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/venture-solitude.html' title='Venture the Solitude'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2MnmIak_QI/AAAAAAAAAjg/rDmb0_yW-Gg/s72-c/Festival_Song_Number_One_by_jazzylemonade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-5380614794344734986</id><published>2010-01-29T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:55:06.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The outlay of being sordid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2HOGhWg6wI/AAAAAAAAAjY/U7ZcQS4W6Oc/s1600-h/kiss_me_in_the_rain_by_IMAPEPPER_X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2HOGhWg6wI/AAAAAAAAAjY/U7ZcQS4W6Oc/s200/kiss_me_in_the_rain_by_IMAPEPPER_X.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431849237012867842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Thank you for being my catalyst and you impede me from renouncing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I miss you too Debe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&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/8119115392853086820-5380614794344734986?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5380614794344734986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-for-being-my-catalyst-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5380614794344734986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5380614794344734986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-for-being-my-catalyst-and-you.html' title='The outlay of being sordid'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S2HOGhWg6wI/AAAAAAAAAjY/U7ZcQS4W6Oc/s72-c/kiss_me_in_the_rain_by_IMAPEPPER_X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-2965981273511565455</id><published>2009-12-05T04:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:50:21.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream Girl.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="300" alt="lost without love." src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i163/fr3shjiv3/8monthsANNY2.jpg" width="250" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;So close, no matter how far.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Never opened myself this way.&lt;br /&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these words I don't just say.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nothing else matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;in a tree by the brook,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;there's a songbird that sings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;It felt like forever. It's only been three months. I miss love,I have to admit. It can get so lonely here. I never thought I'll need somebody until my brother found love of his own. Maybe its time I stop blaming him. Understand, move on with it. &amp;amp; finally be serious. I'm not fickle. Love me please? For once in my life, I feel so pathetic. Its not about money,not about family. For once all I need was love. I had money,I had family. Then I wondered why it still feels so empty inside. Until I understood what love means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; today, Raily randomly asked how many girls I was dating. Apparently, NONE. Just good friends, not girlfriend materials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can be my everything,the one that can love me for who I am and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;The candy sweetness scent of you.&lt;br /&gt;It bathes my skin I'm stained in you &amp;amp; all I have to do is hold you.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss that lingers takes me in. I fall asleep inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words, there's only truth.&lt;br /&gt;Our feet don't even touch the floor,but nobody knows you like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the world they won't understand,yet I grow stronger in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;We never sleep just holding hands,can't close my eyes when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; for that girl, I'll dedicate my life. For you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;True perfection has to be imperfect,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;I know it sounds foolish but its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I never felt so lost before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-2965981273511565455?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2965981273511565455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/imghttpi72.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2965981273511565455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2965981273511565455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/imghttpi72.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-4383449248550946023</id><published>2009-11-12T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:02:43.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iced-Out.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SvvLo5eHYjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/9QJHqqMvgNg/s1600-h/091029_205659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403136081443381810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SvvLo5eHYjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/9QJHqqMvgNg/s200/091029_205659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm sorry for leaving you neglected. I'm back now, maybe just for awhile. Maybe forever. Neverthelessly I'm here today. Schedule's been damn hectic. APEC is killing me. Two more days till it's over. &amp;amp; I'm so gonna dread this Saturday lock-up duty. But oh well, it's not like I have a choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Thank you Kuntet for the Nasi Goreng at nights and making the dapur berasap sikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fizzo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-4383449248550946023?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4383449248550946023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sorry-for-leaving-you-neglected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/4383449248550946023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/4383449248550946023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-sorry-for-leaving-you-neglected.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SvvLo5eHYjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/9QJHqqMvgNg/s72-c/091029_205659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-5220998740058370794</id><published>2009-10-26T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:45:07.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KNNBCCB Kaopey.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Hard Life of Being Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IPPT Results&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999999;"&gt;2.4KM - 10.2mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999999;"&gt;Pull Ups - 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999999;"&gt;Sit Ups - 49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999999;"&gt;Shuttle Run - 9.9secs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SBJ - 1.78m -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-5220998740058370794?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5220998740058370794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/hard-life-of-being-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5220998740058370794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5220998740058370794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/hard-life-of-being-short.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-3501047592213308508</id><published>2009-10-22T10:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:19:27.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Redolent of Fervor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/St__U7GUD9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/WLrotaMIxsw/s1600-h/Greyscale_Crown_by_billyunderscorebwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395311613539782610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/St__U7GUD9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/WLrotaMIxsw/s200/Greyscale_Crown_by_billyunderscorebwa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;For awhile, I'll be distinct. I elicit when it was mine. Smiling to myself, how times flies. It's already 10 months huh? I had a chance to turn back time. I will jettison in dismay, cause because of my past I may not be where I am right now. In forty seven days, two of my homeboys will soon be with the government. Then another six months time, another homeboy will soon join them two. Two in the police force, one in civil defense. Look on the bright side, we're all under the Home Team. Then again, remebering the times we had in secondary school days. Suddenly, all of us are in NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And so, welcome to adulthood. &amp;amp; my last teen birthday is in less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope it's special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-3501047592213308508?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3501047592213308508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/redolent-of-fervor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3501047592213308508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3501047592213308508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/redolent-of-fervor.html' title='The Redolent of Fervor'/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/St__U7GUD9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/WLrotaMIxsw/s72-c/Greyscale_Crown_by_billyunderscorebwa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-6842673074919994707</id><published>2009-10-05T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:51:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Injured and burnout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's the big boys league now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gym on weekdays, party on the weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To Thailand with HUFC December before mid season starts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tired of looking at the same old bench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna be out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hope I get the scholarship and off to Indonesia bby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;$5000 per month and full time-football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chase chase chase, run run run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This will be for you Pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll update when I have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-6842673074919994707?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6842673074919994707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/injured-and-burnout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6842673074919994707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6842673074919994707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/injured-and-burnout.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-6436127062026190039</id><published>2009-09-22T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:20:12.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Jika seseorang itu hadir di dalam hidop aku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dan menjadi sebahagian daripada hidup aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tapi ada sebab-sebab yang tentu dikau terpaksa pergi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jangan terlalu sedih, terima kenyataan itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sekurang-kurangnya dikau pernah membahagiakan aku."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Jodoh telah ditentukan oleh Tuhan dan saya sebagai hambanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;perlu berusaha dan tawakal agar mendapat jodoh yang direstui Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Insya'llah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aku takut,aku sudah tidak tahu apa yang aku telah membuat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Adapun setiap manusia itu akan melakukan kesalahan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Di mana wujudnya penyesalah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Namun, penyesalan itu harus di dahulukan dengan taubat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kita harus kenal diri, siapa kita,hati kita,nafsu kita dan sebagainya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hidup aku penuh dengan maksiat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Kita hendaklah jujur,yakin,ikhlas dan sabar. Sesungguhnya Allah tetap menerima segala taubatnya. Dengan mengalukan segala yang disuruh dan menjauhkan diri dari apa yang dilarangkan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Allah tidak akan mengubah nasib seseorang itu jikalau seseorang itu tidak mengubah nasibnya sendiri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Iman tidak akan datang sendiri dikalau tidak dicari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kadang-kadang Allah menyumbikan matahari,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dia mendatangnya petir dan kilat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kita tertanya kemananya hilang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;rupa-rupanya dia mendatang pelangi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aku,Indra Azriely mengaku kalah. Aku redha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-6436127062026190039?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6436127062026190039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/jika-seseorang-itu-hadir-di-dalam-hidop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6436127062026190039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6436127062026190039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/jika-seseorang-itu-hadir-di-dalam-hidop.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-6911879763611745477</id><published>2009-09-05T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:21:22.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Talk about an eternal,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for girlfriend's call was one as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I guess she's busy with her shoot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;See. I'm done with the chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A good son I am. &amp;amp; how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;You can also see how bored I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;by the times that I have updated today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want to put on a plastic face when mum comes back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and ask her for ten bucks to buy ciggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heh heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-6911879763611745477?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6911879763611745477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/talk-about-eternal-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6911879763611745477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6911879763611745477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/talk-about-eternal-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7217590344487416201</id><published>2009-09-05T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:35:13.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundane Fucks.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377881150304900914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SqISabgxVzI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1lGc6qJFKRY/s320/lonely_by_j_flo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monotype corsiva;color:#999999;"&gt;I swear this is the most boring Saturday that have ever happened in my entire life. Khai's off to work,Noraina's gonna break fast with Hakim later, Azri got other plans, Izhar is fishing with his dad, Hafiz's meeting Nad and girlfriend is out with her clique. If it wasn't the fasting month right now there's just a million swears that I would have probably scream at the top of my lungs. &amp;amp; suddenly the whole ku kang klan got their own dates now uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'm blasting the music. I'm gonna cooked my own dinner today and clean up the place as well. While my mum will not be home till late might as well I take the oppotunity to ease my ears froms the nags of the chores around. I'm tired mentally and physically. Any further,I'm gonna have a major mental breakdown. I swear. I'm burntout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilysfcbmbby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Indra Azriely&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/8119115392853086820-7217590344487416201?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7217590344487416201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-swear-this-is-most-boring-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7217590344487416201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7217590344487416201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-swear-this-is-most-boring-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SqISabgxVzI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1lGc6qJFKRY/s72-c/lonely_by_j_flo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-3829405833846681309</id><published>2009-09-05T08:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:49:25.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SqG1aQztUYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yXwxCI2alF4/s1600-h/love_is____by_beautyintheordinary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377778892850155906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SqG1aQztUYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yXwxCI2alF4/s320/love_is____by_beautyintheordinary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monotype corsiva;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're as beautiful as daffodils and tulips,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be there to shield you when troubles comes.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am gonna give it my all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monotype corsiva;color:#ff0000;"&gt;close my eyes and see through yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monotype corsiva;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let my heart and your hands be my guide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monotype corsiva;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no more secrets, no more closed doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monotype corsiva;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For an eternal I vow from this day on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monotype corsiva;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for a bliss I've asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monotype corsiva;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will you be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-3829405833846681309?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Azzy Steady Baby&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/8119115392853086820-8055818059923425765?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8055818059923425765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-said-it-many-times-before-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8055818059923425765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y1uUp6f4rkY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y1uUp6f4rkY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Saat bulan purnama bersinar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;terangi malam teringat padamu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;dan ku kirimkan salam tentang rasa rinduku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;bersama angin malam ku setia menunggu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Mimpikan, mimpikan aku oh sayang ku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;peluk erat hati ini dan jaga la selalu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;dan kan ku dendang kan lagu ini untukm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-828138269940365087?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/828138269940365087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/saat-bulan-purnama-bersinar-terangi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/828138269940365087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/828138269940365087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/saat-bulan-purnama-bersinar-terangi.html' 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love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's a con game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; every hoodlum has his story,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hoodlum cause I got no brain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;no interest or whatsoever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but you're smart you should study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoods got experience unlike you.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' when hoods love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;its the last thing they'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now I think I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Benny(The Groovies), City Of God.&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/8119115392853086820-7173619449120735755?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7173619449120735755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoods-dont-love-they-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7173619449120735755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the right to put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;But not quite cause you cut out my light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;But my sight is better tonight and I might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;See you in my nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh how did you get there?&lt;br /&gt;Cause' we were once a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;But this is farewell,yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I got my life and its my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I got the night and I'm running from the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;So goodnight I made it out the door&lt;br /&gt;Door, door, door, door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tonight there will be no return&lt;br /&gt;after tonight I'm taking off on the road&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking off on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And glad that you know&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone that you know&lt;br /&gt;That I don't love you no more&lt;br /&gt;And that's ONE thing that you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;That you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Okay I'm back up on my grind&lt;br /&gt;You do you and I'm just gon do mine&lt;br /&gt;You do you cause I'm just gon be fine&lt;br /&gt;Okay I GOT YOU OUT MY MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is young, the drinks is cold&lt;br /&gt;The stars is out I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well now you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell everybody that you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tell everyone that you know&lt;br /&gt;That I don't love you no more&lt;br /&gt;And that's ONE thing that you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;That you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I got the right to put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;But not quite cause you cut out my light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;But my sight is better tonight and I might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;See you in my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babygirl I'm finished&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were commited&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were cemented&lt;br /&gt;How I thought we meant it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just forgetting&lt;br /&gt;Now we just resenting&lt;br /&gt;The clouds in my vision look how high that I'll be getting&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl we're through&lt;br /&gt;You think your shits don't stink but you are Mrs P-U&lt;br /&gt;And I don't see you with me no more&lt;br /&gt;Now tell everybody that you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;now I'm motherfucking glad I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I found sunshine. Rilek. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-8774203826148527568?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8774203826148527568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-cold-yeah-im-cold-yeah-im-cold-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8774203826148527568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8774203826148527568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-cold-yeah-im-cold-yeah-im-cold-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7812470234039859034</id><published>2009-08-13T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:27:27.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aku yang lemah tanpamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I undergo an eternal to alleviate by your words. Then lambaste, why was I so affected. We are The Groovies remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Indra Azriely.&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/8119115392853086820-7812470234039859034?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7812470234039859034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/aku-yang-lemah-tanpamu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7812470234039859034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7812470234039859034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/aku-yang-lemah-tanpamu.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7094250092122299125</id><published>2009-08-11T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:57:53.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let's set my benovelence to rest,I'm burying one's head in sand.&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/8119115392853086820-7094250092122299125?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7094250092122299125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-set-my-benovelence-to-restim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7094250092122299125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7094250092122299125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-set-my-benovelence-to-restim.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-4244875708596702192</id><published>2009-08-10T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:57:25.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Sn8e1RTDzRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/bjAhhI9Jujs/s1600-h/1_315028394l.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Sn8e1RTDzRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/bjAhhI9Jujs/s200/1_315028394l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368043181374164242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;WE&lt;3house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'garamond';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Today, I learned how brittle life can be. How come it's always 'you never know what you have until it's gone?' I guess once again I matriculate the hard way,but oh well. I live with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Innanillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'garamond';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'garamond';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Electro and house consorts me through the night. I can't seem to get that suspension of conciousness. The vision of you in my head is tormenting and beautiful at the same time. &amp;amp; tomorrow is another day with my family. It has been trasiently. It might take my mind off fervor for another epoch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'garamond';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'garamond';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Yesterday wasn't exactly the best day of my life. I couldn't clout my sentiments. I convulse and quaff down my ego. It feels so sucky being part of a misunderstanding where words can't even annotate. Right now, I just need Bourbon and Scotch. Coke and grass, get high. Back to euphoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'garamond';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'impact';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sex,drugs and house here I come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'garamond';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'garamond';"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Indra Azriely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8119115392853086820-4244875708596702192?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4244875708596702192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/we3house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/4244875708596702192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/4244875708596702192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/we3house.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Sn8e1RTDzRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/bjAhhI9Jujs/s72-c/1_315028394l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-8937710721513790026</id><published>2009-08-06T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:38:51.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SnqkmfXJAeI/AAAAAAAAAgs/A0ciILIP2tw/s1600-h/6491_106201914511_524599511_2009778_3762535_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366782887125909986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SnqkmfXJAeI/AAAAAAAAAgs/A0ciILIP2tw/s200/6491_106201914511_524599511_2009778_3762535_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see the apolescence in your eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Earlier on,when we democratized fame, we defended the right of any mouth-breather to rise from deserved obscurity. From that solitude, full of despair and terror, I was torn out brutally, with kicks and blows, passive, sunk in hebetude. It was gusto en route you. Like slitting a knife across an eye, demeaning. A feeling of aegis towards you seem to last a world without end. I delude merriment in your tableau. When all I covet is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;The motility's fathomless for you dearest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Indra Azriely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/8119115392853086820-8937710721513790026?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8937710721513790026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-see-apolescence-in-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8937710721513790026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8937710721513790026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-see-apolescence-in-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SnqkmfXJAeI/AAAAAAAAAgs/A0ciILIP2tw/s72-c/6491_106201914511_524599511_2009778_3762535_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-439835437803493369</id><published>2009-07-23T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:51:06.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;19 was fabulous. Despite holding this pain inside, I was motivated by you. It was as propinquity. I pushed myself difficile as the pain upsurge. I almost collapsed, but not tonight. Cause' accentuate on me, I shine all thanks to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&amp;amp; here's the beginning of my vagrancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-439835437803493369?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/439835437803493369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/19-was-fabulous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/439835437803493369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/439835437803493369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/19-was-fabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-3861759964567591274</id><published>2009-07-23T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:39:11.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ENVIOUS IN DENIAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Dear Euphoria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;I believe in your existence. When you're here it feels like as if you're abutting yet you're holding the end of the rainbow for me. I've long prevision your ingress. These feelings feel so bona fide as if you're gonna be my omega. You please me with assurance for an eternal of happily ever after. You said things that leave me tickled pink. I have to admit I have these adulation for you and you caught me in denial. It's been a long 4 years since I last had this vibes. Yet right now, it's not just you and me. I approbate that I am inferior to the litigant. So shun me now if you're not feeling this. Sometimes to love sacrifices have to be made. A triangle will never make a heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Heroin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;You led me here to this topography and jettison me leaving with fear. It only takes once to lose all the credence. I hate where I am right now yet thanks to you. I hope you're happy where you are now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Do you remember when you told me that, I'll never be good enough for anyone. That I wasn't worth your time and your energy. &amp;amp; why did I listen then,why didn't I stand up for myself? You made me believe that I was on the road to nowhere. I should have known I'm way malodorous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;You didn't love me for who I am. I don't know why even filled with regrets, I'll still forgive you. Am I too feeble? All I did was to be faithful.. Nevertheless I wish you all the best. I found someone new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Warm Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Your flaccid ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Brilliant minds,talents and two hearts creates a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, these are just words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-3861759964567591274?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3861759964567591274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/envious-in-denial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3861759964567591274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3861759964567591274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/envious-in-denial.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7232771397663687217</id><published>2009-07-21T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:16:50.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SmVilswV4GI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iyWGbrRQbho/s1600-h/6491_106210059511_524599511_2009920_6364567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360799331263045730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SmVilswV4GI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iyWGbrRQbho/s200/6491_106210059511_524599511_2009920_6364567_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;Calls for a helping hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;wishing life could past her by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;thoughts of finding love so real of her own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;lonely days and nights become the thought in her mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;Dreams of crying and jealousy all becoming reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;tills days and night pass her by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;finding support in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;not realizing he was staring in her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;Now she got no idea what it feels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;it all becomes a shallow dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Apologies for the long hooky. I just needed a lacuna from all these exacerbated shits. I have had my convivial headroom and maybe its time to resolute. I'd missed a home a prolonged to recrudescence and my heart's feeling desolate. It's been trasiently,I'm guessing I had crave the L word. But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Let's take this slow, diamonds to spade. From 2 to the aces. I give you all I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;For fear is my weakness, and is why I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The photo doesn't have anything to do with this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you,please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&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/8119115392853086820-7232771397663687217?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7232771397663687217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/calls-for-helping-hand-wishing-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7232771397663687217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7232771397663687217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/calls-for-helping-hand-wishing-life.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SmVilswV4GI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iyWGbrRQbho/s72-c/6491_106210059511_524599511_2009920_6364567_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-3702967192669771675</id><published>2009-07-09T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:01:12.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SlW_0qjuj2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/qIaow6kCkTI/s1600-h/eeeee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356398243325316962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SlW_0qjuj2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/qIaow6kCkTI/s200/eeeee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was tagging. Then this girl added me. I was so digusted. I gave her this comment.&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/8119115392853086820-3702967192669771675?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3702967192669771675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-tagging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3702967192669771675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3702967192669771675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-tagging.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SlW_0qjuj2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/qIaow6kCkTI/s72-c/eeeee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-4735928898353358564</id><published>2009-07-09T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:05:22.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SlWug1gi6dI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Cs5KcMpS7wQ/s1600-h/The_Night_of_The_Lights_by_Sjoeman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356379210969704914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SlWug1gi6dI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Cs5KcMpS7wQ/s200/The_Night_of_The_Lights_by_Sjoeman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;Where were the times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday was great. I know,such a late post. It's almost next Saturday now. But oh well, time for a proper posts maybe. Enough about masturbating causing acne to react. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Me and Khai was on fire. We played like there was no tomorrow. The chemistry was just emotional. We knew what was on each other's mind. I felt as if we were immortal. Every goal I scored was assited by Khai and vice versa. No one could touch us. We played and we won. In fact we was never even closed to losing,it was 11 goals straight in,after conceding our one and only goal. Even Al Meen was surprised,our captain. I looked almost like I was on drugs,I told you I missed football. &amp;amp; here's my magic. I can't wait for Saturday again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Moving on, Singaporeans are plain fucking annoying. I felt like giving one super big fist punch punya at this lady in the train this morning. She was pushing and shoving in the train as if she's the only one feeling so fucking uneasy there. What sparked me off more was that,I wasn't listening to any music at that point. So it kinda gives me more reason to piss me off. To add to the drama,she was damn enormous. A major slut. Argh! Mati sudah.. The worst was that she pushed me that I almost fell to the floor. If I wasn't wearing the police crest,things would have been different back then. So I just smiled. &amp;amp; everyone in the cabin stared at her. Then this kid came in front of me where I was holding the pole,and told his dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;"Ayah,abang tu police."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;The dad said,"SSsshh,nak dier tangkap ayah ehh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Then he walked away,weird. So I just smiled to the kid. I swear I almost wanted to laugh when he said that and walked away. But I don't want the public to think that SPF is nuturing crazy PNSF. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;I want to party please,I miss partying. On the other hand,my handphone is spoilt. I miss Hidayah GOH. Good thing about having no handphone is,I don't have to give a damn. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fizzo.&lt;/strong&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/8119115392853086820-4735928898353358564?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4735928898353358564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-were-times-saturday-was-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/4735928898353358564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/4735928898353358564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-were-times-saturday-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SlWug1gi6dI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Cs5KcMpS7wQ/s72-c/The_Night_of_The_Lights_by_Sjoeman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-3907031405439665386</id><published>2009-07-09T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:56:43.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SlV3v2d5bKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/O1hz9EQFiY8/s1600-h/000E000ZUqe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356318995785542818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SlV3v2d5bKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/O1hz9EQFiY8/s200/000E000ZUqe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Do you know that masturbation causes acne to form? I bet you don't. So guys out there, who loves your faces. Please calm down,haha. If you don't believe me try it out. Haha. I did, I won't tell you since when. But all I know is eversince I started again. It popped right again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Random post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Like I said,this blog ain't for young little kiddos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Cochise and the Warriors.&lt;/strong&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/8119115392853086820-3907031405439665386?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3907031405439665386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-know-that-masturbation-causes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3907031405439665386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3907031405439665386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-know-that-masturbation-causes.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SlV3v2d5bKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/O1hz9EQFiY8/s72-c/000E000ZUqe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-2437313563885706489</id><published>2009-07-03T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:20:03.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Sk26whnYKLI/AAAAAAAAAfc/DHW0Y7myMd0/s1600-h/391_by_toprakgoksel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354140874833406130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Sk26whnYKLI/AAAAAAAAAfc/DHW0Y7myMd0/s200/391_by_toprakgoksel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm just living my life with my homeboys and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;I've give up. I'm returning back home. After exactly a month,I've come to my senses. Actually no,I just miss home. It happened so suddenly,I missed alot of things. I hate my mum,but I miss her. I miss my sister,my room. My homeboys. Eveything is just so different back at Toa Payoh. &amp;amp; guess what. All the oldies here are wearing this(something the wankers love to wear)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Sk28j0ms9hI/AAAAAAAAAfk/rH0BPS9BGTI/s1600-h/221769_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354142855615804946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Sk28j0ms9hI/AAAAAAAAAfk/rH0BPS9BGTI/s200/221769_hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Have you ever heard a saying that it gets old once your grandparents wear it.This is one smack IN YO' FACE BITCH punyaaaa! No offence or whatsoever. It's just that after I looked at these old people wearing it. It kinda change the image of everything. I mean its all about image ain't it. But please people,stop wearing things just because others is wearing it. Wankers just pisses me off. The other day while I was quieing at the ATM outside Heeren. The queue was quite long from 8-9 person. &amp;amp; around 6 of them was wearing this type of shirt only with different colours on each of them. It's like a real scene of The Sims:Urbs in front of my eye. It's SICK man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Moving on. Work is great. Thanks to Flu BABI. Oh well,yes. From now on,I'm working alternate shifts. So basically I'm only working 3 days per week. The best thing about next week is,I'm only working two shifts. Ahh.. Euphoria. I don't need to explain the rest here whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&amp;amp; right now,I wanna kick something. My legs is hungry for soccer. Soccer tomorrow morning please. Gonna call my homeboys and meet at the usual place. Kick Kick Kick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&amp;amp; seriously,I've got nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;bye.&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/8119115392853086820-2437313563885706489?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2437313563885706489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-just-living-my-life-with-my-homeboys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2437313563885706489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2437313563885706489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-just-living-my-life-with-my-homeboys.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Sk26whnYKLI/AAAAAAAAAfc/DHW0Y7myMd0/s72-c/391_by_toprakgoksel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-115182520441718228</id><published>2009-07-01T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:20:53.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SkspOKnHtKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CHvRMsmrsBg/s1600-h/Fashion_by_tragedyxscenee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353417905403311266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SkspOKnHtKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CHvRMsmrsBg/s200/Fashion_by_tragedyxscenee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&amp;amp; after years,you're finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#c0c0c0;"&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/8119115392853086820-115182520441718228?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/115182520441718228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-yearsyoure-finally-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/115182520441718228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/115182520441718228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-yearsyoure-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SkspOKnHtKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CHvRMsmrsBg/s72-c/Fashion_by_tragedyxscenee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-253571067298145272</id><published>2009-06-23T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:54:49.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SkCVpcBxxgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/02tCHHqHr7w/s1600-h/Chasing_Cars_by_deepbluesheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350440896446973442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SkCVpcBxxgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/02tCHHqHr7w/s200/Chasing_Cars_by_deepbluesheep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;color:#999999;"&gt;Finally,my first prac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't wait to own a car. I want to drive a girl to the top of a mountain,kiss her on top of the bonnet while the sun sets and when I look in her eyes,tell her I love you sincerely as I mean it from the bottom of my heart knowing very surely that she'll be with me for the rest of my life. &amp;amp; after that moment,even if I collapsed and die on the spot. I wouldn't care less,I've done too much sins anyway. I'm still going to hell. At least,I achieve what I always wanted to do. The least I asked was that girl would remember and cherish me for the rest of her life. Even how dark my past, how deliquent I am. She would she still accept me for who I am. &amp;amp; life's not like this. These girls don't exists anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Oh well, coming back to reality. I'll just keep my dreams alive for now. Meanwhile, I'm just aiming to get a car before Hari Raya next year. Since my uncle promised to help me pay the car as well. I'm not looking into fast cars,something fancy or whatsoever. Just a little, for something sleeky not so average. Something that would fit my family or KIA &amp;amp; their lovers. Suzuki Swift is still on my mine right about now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Well, life's been okay. Ever since I ran away, my eyes open up to a new world. Sitting at Ibu's place wasn't quite on my mind. But she pampers me like a mother should and it's so heaven cause I never got to experience this in my life,ever. Until now. I feel so loved. She cooks breakfast for me, packs me lunch and make sure I have dinner after work. I never famish in that house. In fact, I might grow fat there. NOT. I'm still overlooking my diet so she still cooks lesser than usual. That reminds me, it's Tuesday. Jogging after work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;I'm not looking to stay there for very long. I wanna go back home. I miss my sister(not my mum). Sometimes I worry about her not having food to eat. Plus my homeboys too. I haven't meet up with them for quite awhile now and something new already popped up. Toa Payoh is just not the same,there's alot of oldies here. They slow down human traffic like seriously. The other day, I felt like doing an irish whip to this aunt,she was the cause that I missed the train as she entered the cabin so motherfucking slow. That the door closes as soon as her last leg stepped in. Ahh, don't blame her. Slowpoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Anyway, eversince I was at Ibu's place. My nights was different. Everyday at 8pm it'll be Suci on Sensasi. So yeah,I was forced to watch it as well. As time grew I started to like the show. Until yesterday,I fell in love with this actress on the show. Just looking at her photo,my heart races instantly. She is sooooo pretty. Right now I want her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SkCi_XKMEyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Twar_6Ohrw4/s1600-h/bunga.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350455566748357410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SkCi_XKMEyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Twar_6Ohrw4/s200/bunga.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;Bunga Zainal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;I'm not the kind to fall for a girl on the screen. But this girl,JATUH ahh. She make me CAIR you know. Aiyamaaaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yours Truly, Fizzo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-253571067298145272?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/253571067298145272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/finallymy-first-prac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/253571067298145272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/253571067298145272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/finallymy-first-prac.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SkCVpcBxxgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/02tCHHqHr7w/s72-c/Chasing_Cars_by_deepbluesheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-3697674988870300049</id><published>2009-06-17T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:21:26.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjiyacwOlWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/VoAkAO9TubM/s1600-h/Hope_by_Pensquared4life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348220724967282018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjiyacwOlWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/VoAkAO9TubM/s200/Hope_by_Pensquared4life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CRUSHED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Stumped by truth. Oh yes it hurts to know. But I've always known,I'm bad news. You're the angel of all angels. I know you're not gonna read this. We could never meet just like north and south. But I want you to know you made a huge impact in my life. I never taught I would befriend some one like you. Today you proved its true,I never will and you was just faking the friendship. I always loved sharing things with you. &amp;amp; you'll encourage and motivate me do things. Until today I still remember your birthday. Thanks. Well, the least I did was I layed down my pride and apologised. I said &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-3697674988870300049?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3697674988870300049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/crushed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3697674988870300049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3697674988870300049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/crushed.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjiyacwOlWI/AAAAAAAAAe8/VoAkAO9TubM/s72-c/Hope_by_Pensquared4life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-490756201604309301</id><published>2009-06-17T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:20:45.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjiMoEnUGeI/AAAAAAAAAes/dqUesfPR8qk/s1600-h/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348179177563757026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjiMoEnUGeI/AAAAAAAAAes/dqUesfPR8qk/s320/v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; I running away for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;I've never been so sure of anything in my life. I've had enough of this fatuity. I need clarity and at least some intelligibilty. Those words you said hurts. It feels worst than having cancer and diabetes add all together. You kicked me out of that box like flicking an ant off your hands. The last thing I wanted was to be a encumbrance. So I'm lightening your mental stress and give you that bit space of air for you to breathe. For still whatever you said. Still lingers encompassing for the greatest part; far-flung extinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;I'll learn how to survive. Just like you did. Only this time without US. I'm strong, though this has been the most challenging part of my life. I'll prove to you one day, I really mean what I say. In the course of time things will show. Meanwhile I'm still young. I got time way ahead of me. Life full of colours waiting for me to fill it in. Where Eva Mendez will finally tell me she love me(or maybe Meagan Good). Get back on track. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;It takes time for people to move on and forget something. Maybe forgive. Better,to reminisce their mistake and move out from it. If I am going somewhere here. I have to start somewhere. I've closed up my piercing(still in the proccess). It's been ages since I last party. Been a month since I last drank. But I'm not gonna lie,no. I won't quit smoking. I can't,be frank. I wanna thank my homeboys for being there for me throughout that night of horror. My mornings were never this long yet they shortened it by putting a smile on my face and a warm heart to sleep to. Even at a playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Not forgotting someone I love very much.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjiYFa25U-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/l-Y2vB01pck/s1600-h/n811762721_1425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348191776378803170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjiYFa25U-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/l-Y2vB01pck/s200/n811762721_1425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Siti Aisyah BAHARUDIN! Aku sayang kau okay. Stop being so insecure cause' his not around. He won't probably come back. Haha,sembarang. You know,anything I'll be here for you. We can hang out at the void deck with our short pants and machine guns to smoke through the night. Hee. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,Chochise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You don't mess with The Warriors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-490756201604309301?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/490756201604309301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-running-away-for-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/490756201604309301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/490756201604309301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-running-away-for-good.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjiMoEnUGeI/AAAAAAAAAes/dqUesfPR8qk/s72-c/v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-1189030206885721805</id><published>2009-06-12T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:07:23.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346318362368271906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjHwOX0b5iI/AAAAAAAAAek/Oj3br5AhnkI/s200/0008000ZUqe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;I got tagged but some random dude at facebook to do this. But I decided to do it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;01. Real Name: Indra Azriely B Jaini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;02. Nickname(s): Eboy,Fizzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;03. Birth Date: 19 November 1990&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;04. Zodiac sign: Scorpio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;05: Male or Female: Male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;06. Elementary: First Toa Payoh Primary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;07. Middle School: Dunearn Secondary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;08. High School: Bishan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;09: Despises: Hmm. Trendy Wankers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;10. Hair color: Black is the sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;11. Long or Short Hair: Short Hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;12. Loud or Quiet: LOUD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;13. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;14. Phone or Camera: Camera phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;15. Health: What kind of question is this,fuck?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;16. Drink or Smoke?: Both,assface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;17. Do you have a crush on someone?: :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;18. Eat or Drink: Drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;19. Piercings: Left Eyebrown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;20. Tattoos: Clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;21. Righty or Lefty: Righty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;22. First Surgery: 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;23. First piercings: Left Eyebrown,a month ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;24. First award: Primary 4 Soccer,Inter School South Zone Champions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;25 First pet: Barley,my cute little cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;26. First Vacation: KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;27. First Sport: Soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;28. First Crush: Siti Nurhaliza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;29. Plans For Today: Shopping meet Shidah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;30. Waiting For: Money to drop from the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Want Kids?: Love to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Want To Get Married?: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Careers In Mind: Pick up money that drop from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Lips or Eyes: Sexy lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Shorter or Taller?: Haha. I'm one six motherfucking one! Beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Romantic or Spontaneous: Both ahh sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: Sexy abs ands huge triceps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Sensitive or Loud: Entah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Hook-up or Relationship: Please.... Relationship ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Trouble Maker or Hesitant: Troublemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ran Away From Home: I love my crib yaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Held A Gun/Knife for Self Defense: DUH! -,-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Killed Somebody: Haha. I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Broken Someone's Heart: Didn't mean to. I had to sacrifice somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Cried When Someone Died: Bapak kau mati sudah!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Yourself: I'm very confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Miracles: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Love At First Sight: Mehh sini. ISAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Heaven: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Santa Claus: I still think its a she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Sex On The First Date: It's called prostituition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Kiss On The First Date: Hee. Jyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. One Person You Want To Be With: Khai. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Are You Seriously Happy With Where You Are In Life: Not Fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you believe in God: He gave me this great LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for that, treasure everyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,Fizzo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-1189030206885721805?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1189030206885721805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-tagged-but-some-random-dude-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1189030206885721805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1189030206885721805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-tagged-but-some-random-dude-at.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjHwOX0b5iI/AAAAAAAAAek/Oj3br5AhnkI/s72-c/0008000ZUqe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-1879109607619424072</id><published>2009-06-11T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:18:34.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjC6YvvgmzI/AAAAAAAAAec/Mb3zf1Mw7d8/s1600-h/000C000ZUqe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345977691984141106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjC6YvvgmzI/AAAAAAAAAec/Mb3zf1Mw7d8/s200/000C000ZUqe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;As time pass,people change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;For the better or the good.&lt;br /&gt;It's all fate and faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Work is stodgy. The hours seems like interminable. On the lustrous view,it's pay day. Thank god. I need convinence sleep. I was out the whole night with my number one coterie. I think Noraina is the coolest girl I've known so far. Heh. She's 16 and curfew's is not an issue for her. So we went hanging out,playing Tap Tap Revenge2 on the iPhone. Which EJ says I'm so obssesed about and threaten me at my territory. Then we headed to Ten Mile and we played L4D. I'm glad I have very 'jiwe' friends. Because it bring me tears playing with Hakim,he's can be so out for number oner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Apparently, I can't charge my iPhone now cause we lost the usb cable last night at Lido. Khai, must be you. I'll probably gonna head to Mustafa tonight with Mahirah. I'm gonna settle the things on my notes first. Shopping on Saturday then done. Party or not,we'll see. Im edacious right now. Last meal I had was last night and it was a uber early breakfast with Khai and Azri having half boiled eggs. I'm looking to get something heavy tonight. I saw a new stall open up at Al-Ameen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm going home with Izzati today. Aha. 'Semangat Cek Bedah nak balik same-same'. Oh well,I missed her. &amp;amp; of course the rest of the homegirls. Meet up soon people. Till then,stay cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,Fizzo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-1879109607619424072?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1879109607619424072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-time-passpeople-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1879109607619424072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1879109607619424072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-time-passpeople-change.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SjC6YvvgmzI/AAAAAAAAAec/Mb3zf1Mw7d8/s72-c/000C000ZUqe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-476333523565009996</id><published>2009-06-04T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:48:34.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SieVFy3Bo4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZoR9qSZXj0Q/s1600-h/Save+The+Children+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343403409682834306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SieVFy3Bo4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZoR9qSZXj0Q/s320/Save+The+Children+Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;I've always held this theory,&lt;br /&gt;if everyone in the world would just donate me a dollar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;I'll be a millionaire. Just a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;Why not you do it for them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling selfish? Well anyway,I made this poster during work. A tribute for these children. It's the least I could do. There's dire straits that the world faces,there's countless of them. Help change the world. Imagine your kids living in slum and dirty conditions,eating thrash and drinking drain leakages. How would you feel? This just shows how much I love to have my own one day. Yet,for these kids out there. How I wish I could adopt each and everyone of them. Perhaps not,cause I can't possibly fit all them at my place. But,there's so many ways you can do to help other than just bumming your butt out from that cozy chair of yours feeling so tickled pink. Do your part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Love,Fizzo&lt;br /&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-476333523565009996?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/476333523565009996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-always-held-this-theory-if-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/476333523565009996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/476333523565009996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-always-held-this-theory-if-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SieVFy3Bo4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/ZoR9qSZXj0Q/s72-c/Save+The+Children+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-9199750603274747715</id><published>2009-06-03T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:46:17.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiaR1AZgRyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/m-CvNcNwtLk/s1600-h/akukecik2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343118347747739426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiaR1AZgRyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/m-CvNcNwtLk/s320/akukecik2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;Today in a developing world,one child dies every 3 seconds because of the basic lack of safe water,health-care,shelter or food - the things we often take for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Look around you. What do you see? Do you appreciate everything that is around you. Love what you have cause no matter, you're way better than someone out there. Poverty is coming all-around. Orphan kids smiles playing in dirt, no television. No source of entertainment. Still having fun yet here you people are whining over small little things. Ignorant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;This earth is dying,and there's so many things you can do to save it. There's just too much to do. From whale killers,forest burners to poverty and not to mention pollution. I'm starting somewhere you should too. I was an orphan. I didn't have a father. Therefore I knew how it felt like. At least I had shelter,unlike these kids in Africa and India. Those in these third world countries. Have you ever thought how a packet of noodles could save them for at least three more weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Today I wanna donate $10 for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;I know its not much. But it's all I have right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;You laugh? Where's your articulation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Today's $10 goes to The Orphans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,Fizzo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiaZvmU1n-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/-NBrT5ayZWM/s1600-h/starving_children_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343127050942521314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiaZvmU1n-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/-NBrT5ayZWM/s320/starving_children_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save The Ophans, do your part today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/8119115392853086820-9199750603274747715?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/9199750603274747715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-in-developing-worldone-child-dies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/9199750603274747715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/9199750603274747715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-in-developing-worldone-child-dies.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiaR1AZgRyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/m-CvNcNwtLk/s72-c/akukecik2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7867502565025716044</id><published>2009-06-02T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:31:55.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiUUpKZoYyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/h5NVLffn32M/s1600-h/Wisdom_Teeth_by_dragon_shinobi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342699230344012578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiUUpKZoYyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/h5NVLffn32M/s320/Wisdom_Teeth_by_dragon_shinobi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#666666;"&gt;Where were you when I needed you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;There's the x-ray for my tooth. The doctor says that I'm too young to have these. Well it grew anyway. The pain was unbearable while I did got my fair share of two days MC. But all it was dull. The cleaning proccess was excruciating. I grip my pants tighter than a cat's pussy and all the DA could kept saying is;'Nice teeth la you. Don't smoke la.' But all I was thinking about was the driver which was in my mouth. Very tormenting indeed. The painkillers doesn't seem to work either. The only pain its killing is me. To sum it all up girlfriend didn't make the day better either. Ahh.. Euphoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,Fizzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-7867502565025716044?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7867502565025716044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-were-you-when-i-needed-you-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7867502565025716044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7867502565025716044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-were-you-when-i-needed-you-most.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiUUpKZoYyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/h5NVLffn32M/s72-c/Wisdom_Teeth_by_dragon_shinobi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-2258598083018350284</id><published>2009-06-01T02:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:22:46.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiLS_QDmwAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/N-YRSYPI_jI/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342064092098510850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiLS_QDmwAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/N-YRSYPI_jI/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;Sini Indra mengucapkan Ernie Sulastri,&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru!&lt;br /&gt;Moga sampai ke akhirat.&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Time flies. She's my antecedent classmate to actually get married. Perchance five years down the road,a distinct fraction gets espouse as well. I still have recollection of us in my head clearly during our secondary school days. In fact,she used to be my girlfriend. For a very short interim. Being there,I keep reminiscing a dream where I once had. &amp;amp; now I know I'm nowhere near it. You see,to love you have to sacrifice. &amp;amp; being on your wedding its the best day ever knowing that you'll always have someone to hold and support for eternally. Ahh.. Euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,Fizzo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiLYDeeKwSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/uoTXvzuj78g/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342069662245634338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiLYDeeKwSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/uoTXvzuj78g/s200/054.JPG" 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/8119115392853086820-2258598083018350284?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2258598083018350284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/sini-indra-mengucapkan-ernie-sulastri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2258598083018350284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2258598083018350284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/sini-indra-mengucapkan-ernie-sulastri.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SiLS_QDmwAI/AAAAAAAAAdc/N-YRSYPI_jI/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-66757255326495096</id><published>2009-05-25T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:47:08.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Shl5qYGcCYI/AAAAAAAAAdU/3gAOIPj7GMQ/s1600-h/dilemma__the_second_by_unda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339432602155354498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Shl5qYGcCYI/AAAAAAAAAdU/3gAOIPj7GMQ/s320/dilemma__the_second_by_unda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;Where somethings you held inside so strong,&lt;br /&gt;something you never told anyone.&lt;br /&gt;A choice you had to make,&lt;br /&gt;the smile you had to fake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;where a cut so deep.&lt;br /&gt;To that look you appeal,&lt;br /&gt;and these wounds won't heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;I apologized for this timeworned,so long waited post of mine. Here I thank those who come back frequently. I've been enjoying life. I'm kinda messed,NS sucks. The pay is puny and they supress you from working concurrently. Oh yes,good government. I love you. Thank you so much for making education and chinese antecedence. I'm not being racist here,you guys may realise it but we choose to be oblivious cause' this is just us. Let's get the fact,no one dares to say it. But then,do I care? After all we live in a multi racial country. Reality,life is painstaking. Typical unbothered and just busy being selfishly parsimonious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Scumbags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Talking about scumbags. I read an article in the NewPaper about a few neighbours staying in this stretch of high-end duds. They were quibbling about moronic issue and wasting a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a few thousand suing each other's fanny because some folk just can't zip their mouth. Rich fucks,adolescent and infantile. Maybe they should think about bestowing those money to these lower classes proletariat.(The humbler portions of society) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Things been pretty much the same. Loaded or broked,we still get it going. Went camping cum fishing on Friday with my homeboys. Acul seem to relish fishing as much as Izhar do. We had our usual weekend kicks only this time it falls on a Sunday morning discordant from our usual Saturday's where I dissipated it the whole day. Under my sheets was my wistful melanchony. Both physically and mentally exhausted. I layed for hours,at my traquillest moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Until you people stop reading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;I'll post more i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;f I can find the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Fare you well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Indrazriely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000066;"&gt;PS: Girlfriend,I do love you. &amp;amp; babygirl,it's much more than you ever know. This sentiment will never fade. For sake I hope you too think the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-66757255326495096?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/66757255326495096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-somethings-you-held-inside-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/66757255326495096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/66757255326495096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-somethings-you-held-inside-so.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Shl5qYGcCYI/AAAAAAAAAdU/3gAOIPj7GMQ/s72-c/dilemma__the_second_by_unda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-6176951380433711455</id><published>2009-05-02T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:47:58.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SfuimLXgOfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-m3SMHW7S5E/s1600-h/Morocco_street_soccer_2_by_lukaszkruk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331033360693213682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SfuimLXgOfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-m3SMHW7S5E/s200/Morocco_street_soccer_2_by_lukaszkruk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The street taught me that life have no rules,brotherhood and how to be a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been really active this days. Yesterday I went jogging with Izhar from here to Lakeside. &amp;amp; then jogged back here. Which was freaking exhausting. But despite being tired,we continued to play soccer at Pending. &amp;amp; now I'm gonna have soccer in awhile. Passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was family day out. Mum just got paid. So we went shopping. Mama bought for my grandma a Carlo Rino bag for mother's day. I haven't buy for her anything yet. Girlfriend was there too. So we went shopping around from J8 to Bugis Village. &amp;amp; then head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will just be a short one. Cause I'm kinda late. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people. I'll spare you the swearings this time.&lt;br /&gt;Not. Motherfuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP OHH!! &amp;amp; I love you very much. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&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/8119115392853086820-6176951380433711455?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6176951380433711455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/street-taught-me-that-life-have-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6176951380433711455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6176951380433711455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/street-taught-me-that-life-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SfuimLXgOfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-m3SMHW7S5E/s72-c/Morocco_street_soccer_2_by_lukaszkruk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-2699369626327472147</id><published>2009-04-25T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:26:39.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SfLCVkFTBxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5oaoFLk22wY/s1600-h/1_867328761l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328534984851654418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SfLCVkFTBxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5oaoFLk22wY/s200/1_867328761l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sayang selame-lamenye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. I've been missing for awhile aye. Been up to nothing really. POP is getting nearer and last week was one hell of a long one. We had to much sleep thats all I can say. I'm gonna miss my BMT,it was one hell of a experience. Posting out is not what I have in mind right now. In fact I don't mind being like this for whole 2 years of my NS life. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;I was out with girlfriend last night. She fetched me at my void deck after I booked out. I've been dreading booking out this past weeks. The wait for the shuttle bus is so damn long. So we went to Vivo and took pictures which I am so lazy to upload here. Look at girlfriend blog if you people wanna see it. As usual,I've always know that I don't know how to smile taking pictures and definitely I ain't photogenic. But whatever it is,it was for our memories sake. Girlfriend don't like me to sleep in bus,cause she'll feel lonely. Hee. Well I realized that about her. &amp;amp; she wakes me up every single time I closes my eye. So I kinda got used to it after our fifth date. Yesterday I felt like vomiting in the bus. Its like I have road sick or something. But I did vomit the moment I reached the bathroom at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu's here too. She cooked. Ooh la la,finally some real food. &amp;amp; for after 3 months or something. Dapur pat rumah tu berasap la sey. Must buy 4D. I'm kinda shagged right now,don't wanna brag longer. We had soccer just now. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything else, hit me.&lt;br /&gt;So long motherfuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-2699369626327472147?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2699369626327472147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sayang-selame-lamenye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2699369626327472147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2699369626327472147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sayang-selame-lamenye.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SfLCVkFTBxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5oaoFLk22wY/s72-c/1_867328761l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-1443798697649780588</id><published>2009-04-15T03:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T03:50:37.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeThTo05QwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/AmNEJrWKxHI/s1600-h/Together_by_MartheMa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324628386951807746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeThTo05QwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/AmNEJrWKxHI/s200/Together_by_MartheMa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;It's been three years;and going. Through thick and thin,we're always one SKAKIESMEKIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Let's count from today onwards. It'll be our last day smoking. We just finished our last stick of ciggs. &amp;amp; we'll see till how long it'll last. Honestly,deep inside I know it won't be long. Cause I'm not gonna lie to myself anymore. But I'm doing this cause I know it's for my own good. Plus I got nothing to lose. Bby told me to take it slow. She knows its not easy and thank you for understanding. You're one of the reasons I'm doing this. &amp;amp; I'm gonna do this slowly,step by step. But I know I can do this,cause if Amirul can do it. Why can't I? So is Khai and Azri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,had lots of fun just now. The day's been a blast. A flashback to secondary school days too. &amp;amp; things I didn't realised &amp;amp; I couldn't see all this while. Something I should have known long ago. I just know now. Oh well,I can't regret. Cause this is life afterall. Ati,Fina,Nyna,Khai,Azri,Lysa and guess who? 'Suzy la sey'. Her oh so very famous line. Or you can call it trademark. Heh. Well I've missed that small girl too. She laughed alot seeing me. Cause I keep bullying and so far she's the most skinny girl I've ever met in my life. Ahh.. I so miss school. All we did was hang around the void deck,talk about what we've been doing. Play stupid games,laugh alot more. Stopping Khai from going to work. &amp;amp; Ajin if you're reading this. I miss your slumber-ass face. &amp;amp; your infamous lame jokes which never fails to make me laugh till I drop. &amp;amp; where goes the rest of the people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,I've always hated long holidays. It's always so heavy to drag your ass back to camp. On the bright side its only for two days. But I rather sleep at the bed there,its rather much comfy than mine at home. But it can get quite bored there after a while since we're now left with only POP drills to do. &amp;amp; support me people. It's on 7 may at Home Team Academy. It'll be very grand and I'm one of those contingent commanders. So I'll be standing alone at the front. You won't miss me definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then dumbasses,pictures for today is available at Nyna's multiply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; I wanted to cry reading Nov 29.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Azriely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;PS: I miss you,I love you and I need you girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeToJmlicDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/b7TdWX5IlIA/s1600-h/SSL25031-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324635911133229106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeToJmlicDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/b7TdWX5IlIA/s200/SSL25031-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My family yesterday,now and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&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/8119115392853086820-1443798697649780588?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1443798697649780588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-three-yearsand-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1443798697649780588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1443798697649780588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-three-yearsand-going.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeThTo05QwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/AmNEJrWKxHI/s72-c/Together_by_MartheMa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7755391846896181665</id><published>2009-04-13T01:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:46:55.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeIgxjojS9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/qkuptzgCSkY/s1600-h/no_smoking_by_StannLeigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323853745256352722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeIgxjojS9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/qkuptzgCSkY/s200/no_smoking_by_StannLeigh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;color:#999999;"&gt;I've decided,I'm gonna kick the habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Inspired by Amirul. I'm gonna join him too. On the beneficial side, I'll save alot of money. Save my life,family,friends and my girlfriend. Plus who says you can't enjoy partying without smoking. Just look at Hafiz. I'm gonna start playing soccer all out like I used to. Keep myself fit and at least make myself a nice body(&amp;amp; maybe grow a little taller). Yet I'm not saying its easy. &amp;amp; its not gonna be breezy as well. Khai's lame reason was that he works in Starbucks and its hard cause everyone around him does it. Well,I think not. Anyone can do it,its all in your head. I've always know I could. Its whether I want it or not. &amp;amp; right now,I want it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Girlfriend's gonna smile as if she just won a million dollars after reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;I woke up damn late today. Or you can say yesterday. Slept at three in the morning and I woke up at five in the afternoon. Showered and I went running from here to sixth avenue and back. It tooked me around three hours. Yeah I know. It tooked me quite awhile,yet at least I didn't stop. I was freaking exhausted and hungry when I reached home. So waited for mum to reach home caused she bought food. Then she watched Twilight on the DVD. Irritating. Everyone loves that show,I find it boring. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;As for last night,me and Azri went all out last night. Movie,bowling,pool bla bla bla. &amp;amp; party with stupid some spoilt songs or maybe some thought it was on purpose. I hate the fact that I don't eat as much as I used to. Cause now we waste alot of food. I used to finish Khai or Azri unfinished food. But now I can't even finish my own plate. Oh well,anything for my own good I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; tomorrow I'm gonna meet my cutesmall girlfriend. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;So long asskicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;color:#000000;"&gt;Azriely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeIn_SWt-FI/AAAAAAAAAcc/t6hBJ-QVQac/s1600-h/Love_by_iukasino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323861677717715026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeIn_SWt-FI/AAAAAAAAAcc/t6hBJ-QVQac/s200/Love_by_iukasino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cause I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-7755391846896181665?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7755391846896181665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-decidedim-gonna-kick-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7755391846896181665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7755391846896181665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-decidedim-gonna-kick-habit.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeIgxjojS9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/qkuptzgCSkY/s72-c/no_smoking_by_StannLeigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-1634835757163925857</id><published>2009-04-11T14:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:20:59.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeBg0HFnV4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/WCQipduPCWY/s1600-h/SANY4097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323361207923988354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeBg0HFnV4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/WCQipduPCWY/s200/SANY4097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Where are you when I need you most?It lingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost four o'clock now and I haven't slept since last night. Suprisingly I'm not tired at all. Was at Cineleisure last night with Noraina,Amirul,Khai and Azri. We met up with Shahidin there too. We played guitar hero and pool while waiting for our movie. We watched The Fast and The Furious 4. Cool show. Best thing is I sat at the couple sit with Khai. Then we took the first train home,to accompany Amirul along. &amp;amp; damn,we slept like pigs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in pain for awhile now. Its been almost three weeks. I think I fractured my ankle. It has been affecting my gameplay. I can't kick the ball properly cause everytime I kick. It hurts as if I just a rock. Worst is I got food poisoning last week. It was a fucking bad experience. &amp;amp; I got into hospital for that.I'm glad I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very homely recently. Good sign of change maybe. So on the way back home,suddenly I decided to buy for Ejay and Mama breakfast. I called Mama and found out she wasn't home so I only bought for Ejay. When we was at Bangkit it felt super awkward cause it was early in the morning and alot of people were already at the market. Paisey sey~ Baju lawa gi pasar. Then after buying for Ej breakfast. Feeling abang abang la kan. Nak beli kan Ejay her Singtel top up card. After that passed by some malay stalls selling kuehs. Nga in the moment best brother in the world kan. Belikan Nasi Lemak ngan kuih muih lagi. Worst is I already bought for her 3 prata kosongs and eggs. Hee. Then saw newspaper la! Bought it. Then I remembered the shampoo is running out. Bought one. After browsing around bought deoderant and 2 shavers. So greedy right. But actually I wanted it to last for the month. Geez. Nasib tak beli kopi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Oh yeah,so I set a goal. I've gotta stop lying to myself. &amp;amp; keep to my promises. I reading a book currently which I will not name here because you'll laugh. You guys are already laughing at the fact that I'm reading a book. Let me tell you a little about it. It's about bringing out that inner you where you'd always kept inside.There's also missions that you have to follow through as you read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;So here the sixth one,ask a girl very close to you who's knows alot about you. Asks her one thing about you that you need to change. Well,I did. &amp;amp; thats what she told me. Neverthelessly,thank you Nyna. You're already a part of my process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;So very random we were talking quitting smoking just now. Amirul already did. It's been a month,and he quits just like that. I still have ciggs now. As much as I can,I hope this is my last. Ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Wish me luck darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Till then. So long dickheads;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:garamond;"&gt;Azriely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:I can get lonely at home.But oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-1634835757163925857?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1634835757163925857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-are-you-when-i-need-you-mostit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1634835757163925857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1634835757163925857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-are-you-when-i-need-you-mostit.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SeBg0HFnV4I/AAAAAAAAAcE/WCQipduPCWY/s72-c/SANY4097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-6685397648087952074</id><published>2009-03-29T04:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:17:54.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:century gothic;" &gt;After all,maybe I should say about what's been going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ahh,lets see.Where should I start?NS life maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Well,to those young men out there.Who's yet to be enlisted.NS is fun.I'm serious.Hahaha.(Evil smile)Oh well,basically you'll meet different kinds of people.Selfish,dumbass,major irritant,fun yet best of all.You might meet someone like you.Weird or scary you may say but its true.I came with a positive mindset.Take what they give,give my best shot and never give up until I fall flat to the ground.Until now,there's still things I have to learn.I mean its a never ending journey people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Here's my side of the story.I'm in the A level squad.&amp;amp; I don't know why I happen to be the one of the three guys in the squad who doesn't have an A level cert.Here goes,this is where I learn where there's some people in this world who never been through hard times before and think that what they're facing is bad where I've been worst.Hmm.. Lets talk about people closest to me.People in my bunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;First of all,Wesley.Rich guy.Damn rich.3 cars,2 of them are Mercs.He spents at least a thousand dollars on her girlfriend each month.&amp;amp; I don't wanna say how big his house is.Next,Ching Wei-Anti-malay. Haha,until he met me that is.Well,basically this JC kids like to stereotype.Alot,VERY.He taught me that to some,basically as long as you're a malay guy and wear jeans and a cap.You're mat.You have to be kental to talk to them.Uhh..No comments? Heh.Hmm. My buddy Eugene,he sleeps across me.Well,another rich guy I may say.Two weeks ago,he bought a PSP.He found out that day itself that it cannot be modified.So..He bought another one the next day from my friend itself.Hakim.He stays in Bukit Timah and has no clue where the hell Bukit Panjang is.&amp;amp; he think Chua Chu Kang is very far from Bukit Timah.No need to elaborate la.Oh yeahh,like usual.You will have a gay in your squad at least.Lets not be too harsh.Sissy I may say.Marwin,he's so soft and vogue sometimes I look at him he reminds me of Madonna. Haha. Next Hazim,he's from JB.Long stroy.Basically he's the big and quiet guy.Mostly cause he can't really talk english that much.But I love entertaining him and talk his JB language with him.Then we have Sherman,the sembarang guy.I spoil him alot haha.Me and Faliq keep teaching him bad words in malay.Oh yeah last but not least we have Arjun.He's the first Vegan I've ever met.Smart ass fuck,rich yet doesnt know the meaning of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Well basically there's alot of things you'll learn in NS.Its fun,I change alot too.They open me up to a new world.Last but not least I didn't mention earlier is Shamir.He's someone who never looks down on me even though I'm only there with an N level cert.He always tells me that I'm better than them.Which why led me to being the squad leader right from the first day itself.I did saw a few ego faces and selfish bodies.Yet the things that I learned in NS and I will always remember is,always be myself.&amp;amp; I can do anything if I set myself to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I started my 1st IPPT running 13.30mins.By the 4th I ran 10.30mins for my 2.4km.Sadly,I couldn't jump that far.Therefore I couldn't get gold for my IPPT.I started and I could barely do any pulls up before.Yet now I can do 12.See..I lost 14kg in the first month itself.I mean you get free food,shelter and training.Why hate it?The only reason I blog this is for you Farhan,and oh Khai too. Hehehehe. Khai soon kape? Oh pssstt. POP ohh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Today I didn't do much,sat at home studying for law class.Had pizza hut for dinner.Nothing much.Oh,girlfriend and Khai was at my place last night. :) Right after I booked out. Sweet laa awak dengz! She passed me photos so I could keep in camp. Hee. Now I miss you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&amp;amp; one week more Jason's leaving. Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sungguh merasa resah untuk menghilang sesuatu yang indah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Thank you Jason for being part of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;KIA will always remember you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;So long suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Azriely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;iloveyoushidah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Sc6LW4Kv7uI/AAAAAAAAAbs/TAHt3icxO94/s1600-h/1_481178490l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318341435121987298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Sc6LW4Kv7uI/AAAAAAAAAbs/TAHt3icxO94/s200/1_481178490l.jpg" 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/8119115392853086820-6685397648087952074?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6685397648087952074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-allmaybe-i-should-say-about-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6685397648087952074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6685397648087952074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-allmaybe-i-should-say-about-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/Sc6LW4Kv7uI/AAAAAAAAAbs/TAHt3icxO94/s72-c/1_481178490l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-2831504488911752191</id><published>2009-03-21T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:15:03.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/ScSq3UHzpjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/gcyA-GEz7XY/s1600-h/1_670844848l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315561327475009074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/ScSq3UHzpjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/gcyA-GEz7XY/s200/1_670844848l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; She makes me love her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;how a kid loves his candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Truth to be told.I can't get over Jason going to Australia.It's just so sudden.Well he did impact alot of our lives.If not for him,I don't think we'll be where we are right now.He tells me that I can go far when I believe.I did.I became the youngest shift manager in Starbucks at 17.I also became a coffee master at 16.All that with only an N level cert.Indeed if not cause of him.I think I'd be astray doing what other mats would do.Lepaking,get into fights,steals. And make most out of it.In fact we were doing that until we met him.He saved us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Yesterday indeed he was sad.He knows that he'll miss us.So do us.We were there in both his good and bad times.He told me this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Sometimes you hate the past.But its necessary Indra.Cause its whats let you learn from your mistakes and prevent you from doing it again.There are few things that its hard to let go.But if its for the better,you find a better place to stay.&amp;amp; you feel your heart's content.I will definitely not miss Khai.I'll realised that its better without him around there.Definitely,since I knew you guys.You made my life interesting and definitely age is never a issue when it comes to friendship.But I've been feeling lonely for awhile now.I missed my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; I remembered every single word he said.Cause I'll feel this IOU feeling towards him.He was just so nice when he came to our life.From strangers to bestfriends.He have been there even in the worst time that I have ever been.&amp;amp; he gave us free financial advise when usually people pays him to do that.So Jason,you know you will always be in our hearts.I promise I will visit you one day.No matter how,we're definitely going for your wedding as we promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thank you,sorry and we will miss you Jason Mason Junior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; bby,I miss you so muchh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Azriely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&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/8119115392853086820-2831504488911752191?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2831504488911752191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-makes-me-love-her-how-kid-loves-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2831504488911752191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2831504488911752191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-makes-me-love-her-how-kid-loves-his.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/ScSq3UHzpjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/gcyA-GEz7XY/s72-c/1_670844848l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-8035306726181544293</id><published>2009-03-21T05:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:15:15.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Those were the days then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and here's a new beginning for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bookout and Khai head straight to my place as usual. Sadly he couldn't join me,Azri and Jason right now.Cause he's leaving for Langkawi tomorrow. Until Tuesday. So I'm gonna miss him this weekend.Hafiz asked me to party tomorrow night. Yet I'll be a little heavy to go. I don't feel like partying anymore.Not for the moment that is.Plus,I'm saving cash for a little something.Sorry I've been missing for a few weeks.Time flies uh?I'll be POP soon.EJ birthday coming too. Hehehehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jason's gonna be off to Australia in around two weeks time.Of course we're gonna missed him.Oh yeah,I mean permanently. He's gonna join back his family over there and study.Well,very sudden.Until now I still can't believe.Right now as I'm typing that is.But oh well,is for his own good too.Plus being a good friend,I'm gonna support him in whatever he do.Well,on a lighter note.We're planning to go there one day.Two years to three years time? Around there. Reason.We're promised to see him get married.Plus plus it's about time we go somewhere.&amp;amp; free accomodations too.By the time I'll be 22 and Khai and Azri be 21. See.. Time flies doesn't it. Sucks,I hate being old. Seriously. Well,definitely I'll will miss our Big Jason around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone's not coming back till 12 April. I'm definitely gonna miss her too. Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hee. Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;indrazriely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PS:loveshidah was super cute ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-8035306726181544293?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8035306726181544293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/those-were-days-then-and-heres-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8035306726181544293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8035306726181544293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/those-were-days-then-and-heres-new.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-3465840384582217486</id><published>2009-03-07T06:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:15:25.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Why does it feel like night today.Something in heres not right today.Why i am so uptight today.Paranoia's all i got left.I don't know what stressed me first,or how the pressure was fed.But i know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head.Like a face that I hold inside.A face that awakes when i close my eyes.Face that watches everytime I lie.Face that laughs everytime i fall and watches everything.So i know that when its time to sink or swim.The face inside is hearing me right beneath my skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is the last smile.That I'll fake for the sake of being with you.Everything falls apart even the people who never frown eventually break down.The sacrifice of hiding in a lie.Everything has to end.You'll soon find we're out of time left to watch it all unwind.The sacrifice that you will never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Why I never walked away.Why I played myself this way.Now I see you're testing me pushes me away.I've tried like you to do everything you wanted too.This is the last time,I'll take the blame for the sake of being with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&amp;amp; I'm so happy for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm so over being blue crying over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;So over &amp;amp; done. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The night with Khai and Hafiz. We gambled for awhile. Went to Jurong to do some things and met Irfan on the way back. &amp;amp; now me,Azri,Khai,Jason and Ghaib at IRC. Dengz.. Sorry people no photo's update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life's been ok I guess. I'm kinda fatigued right now. Maybe due to too much exercise I guess. Haven't check my weight this week. I'm thinking bout a certain someone lately who I really wish she would know what I really feel. But sometimes I just need some space rather than nag at me for petty little things. I don't know,this feels so real. Somehow,sometimes I just don't think she's really wish what I'm wishing for right now. Wait,uhh. Let's talk it slow yaw. I got other things too. Make sense?No. Sorry don't bother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow is a day full with plans though.Soccer in the morning,then ICA.Shisha with the homeboys,drink. Shake shake. Indochine at night. Then head home wasted. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hee. Bahhhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yours Truly people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Indrazriely yaww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-3465840384582217486?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3465840384582217486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-does-it-feel-like-night-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3465840384582217486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3465840384582217486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-does-it-feel-like-night-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-8728358681898040665</id><published>2009-02-28T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:16:18.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hello people,welcome to the world again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've been with my family this weekend,&lt;br /&gt;cool uhh? Haha. Well finally some very family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. I didn't get selected for Home United. Pretty sad and down. Yet no matter I will try again. Anyway updates. I am 63kg right now. Wee.. I know la sounds nothing to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Im bored,haha. I just created the most ugliest pet in facebook. Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to life. Lucky I didn't fell for it.&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/8119115392853086820-8728358681898040665?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8728358681898040665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-peoplewelcome-to-world-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8728358681898040665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8728358681898040665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-peoplewelcome-to-world-again.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-5264365739465979343</id><published>2009-02-22T02:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:16:07.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You can say whatever you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;please go ahead. Say you love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever,just don't compare me to him please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah I know I ain't even close to where he can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm not even sweet or whatever as him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just freaking stop it! I know,I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But whatever lady,you choose to be this way now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So pretty pleaseee.. Just get it done and over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I ain't gonna be frontin must more,no time yaww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Right now with Aim playing lan,while the rest are downstairs playing pool.Khai and Hafiz is at East Coast Park.Gonna go for Home United trial this Thursday.I hope I get selected.Well whatever.Wanted to party just now but didn't feel like it.So went shisha and then hang at Is's shop after he had his gig.With Pian,Fai and Maisara.Gonna buy a Volta tee and Zara's soon.Online laa. Ape lagi... Gonna have soccer tomorrow.It's back to my soccer life again.I'm playing for Jaguars again.Then if I get selected for Home I might have two teams to play now. Yet,I mean that depends uhh.Been running 8 cliques everyday.Guess what,I lost 5Kg!!!! Last week,macam air siaa. Haha,I was super shock cause I didn't feel like I did.Yet the weighing machine wouldn't be lying right. Well,again whatever. Actually I'm just bored haha. Kental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh guess what,Mama said I've changed. Yeah felt like it too. I cleaned up the house today.Infront of her somemore.Fucking shock was she. Haha. Then bought for her food. My room has been clean for a month now.I know,sounds kental.Yet this has been the longest yet ever. Hopefully forever.&amp;amp; last but not least EJ has been super nice to me.&amp;amp; I think I'm getting used to this single life. No girls just big boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok la pape picit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Looking at Aim playing Left 4 Dead kekek sial ni GEMOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Azriely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PS:Cause all I need now is for someone to love me for who I am.&amp;amp; no more games please. Cause I'm changing for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh JYEAHH.HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19 seyy abg tuu.. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-5264365739465979343?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5264365739465979343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-can-say-whatever-you-want-please-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5264365739465979343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5264365739465979343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-can-say-whatever-you-want-please-go.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-130130290695215315</id><published>2009-02-15T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:15:55.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;While everyone seem to be enjoying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;their valentines day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me and Khai just breeze around town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; now with Hakim and Izhar here too after supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Say your goodbyes people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause' you'll regret it before its gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For now, lets just reminisce ok. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause for tomorrow is another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Keep your friends closed,keep your enemies closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Azriely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PS:Seeing too many couple outside is such an eyesore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;makes me feel like I rather stay inside camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Not every Sunday aye.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-130130290695215315?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/130130290695215315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-everyone-seem-to-be-enjoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/130130290695215315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/130130290695215315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-everyone-seem-to-be-enjoying.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-1542594174802155858</id><published>2009-02-14T06:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:05:56.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm happy for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll never be to where he is right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and I can't treat you like how he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yet,cause I'm just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Good night readers. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&amp;amp; happy valentines day to all you lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-1542594174802155858?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1542594174802155858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-happy-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1542594174802155858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1542594174802155858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-happy-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-8164726495893695010</id><published>2009-02-13T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:08:05.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just like normal weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me,Khai,Hakim,Rahim,Pian,Mai,Radzea and Hafiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Booring. Gonna try to jailbreak the iphone now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;See you all people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-8164726495893695010?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8164726495893695010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-like-normal-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8164726495893695010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8164726495893695010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-like-normal-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-95328205952351902</id><published>2009-02-07T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T03:37:05.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You know when I meant karma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it wasn't about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hope you're happy out there now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;since you've got everything you wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now that you got someone new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all you need is tender love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Last long aites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So yeah,this is about you Shasha. Saw ya just now with your new guy. So don't have to hide anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway I'm not gonna be immature about this. I don't blame you either. It's not that I have time for you since I'm in NS. &amp;amp; knowing how loyal you were,its about time you left me I guess. No hard feelings jyeahh,last but not least PSP please. Oh nd another one,please tell your mum about us. I met up with her just now. I just want her to know. &amp;amp; stop hiding from her. If you don't love me anymore. Tell her. Even after knowing this,I ain't even gonna be pissed bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Moving on,my laptop charger is spoiled. Me and Khai's at the usual hang out. Anything just beep me people. I might delete my blog,friendster,tagged and facebook soon enough. &amp;amp; don't worry,I'll soon get out of your side if it disgusts you. Oh well,I ain't got much to say anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So this is it people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;now you see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&amp;amp; now you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So long motherfuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Azriely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-95328205952351902?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/95328205952351902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-when-i-meant-karma-it-wasnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/95328205952351902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/95328205952351902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-when-i-meant-karma-it-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-6506422654279329826</id><published>2009-02-01T01:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:01:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SYSthPfQ0WI/AAAAAAAAAbE/qW2b55dvYeY/s1600-h/IMG_5856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SYSthPfQ0WI/AAAAAAAAAbE/qW2b55dvYeY/s200/IMG_5856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297549848299491682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm safe,up high.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can touch me,&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;br /&gt;No pain,inside.&lt;br /&gt;You're like perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The night is calling,&lt;br /&gt;and it whispers to me softly come and play.&lt;br /&gt;I am falling,and if I let myself go,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Back to the old boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened. But I just don't feel like partying out of a sudden. Though we did drink,didn't feel like it either. Maybe cause its the 1st tonight. ANYWAY,went shopping with Pian. While waiting for Hafiz and Khai to finish their meeting. Went G-Star and Wonderland. I'm eyeing those gloss fade jeans. Bought a graphic tee at Zara and Wonderland. Eyeing a flat cap at Queen's Couture. Ahh, so much to buy. Plus the sales they're having now is crazy. Met up with Fadhil and Janna. Then went around Tangs and met up with Faliq,Athira and too many names to say. Then head up to bread&amp;amp;butter to meet up with Mai. &amp;amp; more eyesore as I saw that the jeans are on 60% sale. Here sale,there sale. Met up with the rest at Taka then we hung out at McCafe with Khai and Hafiz. Gonna go shop again on the 13th. I can't wait. Okay this entry boring giler laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,gonna kick balls tomorrow.I so miss that sport very much.Plus the whole 9 yards is coming down tomorrow. Furthermore its been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next,&lt;br /&gt;House,House and more FUCKING HOUSE! Feb 6:Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting 14 Feb ECP with the clique,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't wait for Worldwide Festival at Forst Canning,April 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else,you have mastercard.&lt;br /&gt;Suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-6506422654279329826?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6506422654279329826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-safeup-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6506422654279329826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6506422654279329826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-safeup-high.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SYSthPfQ0WI/AAAAAAAAAbE/qW2b55dvYeY/s72-c/IMG_5856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-5168051417398228884</id><published>2009-01-31T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:07:27.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I came by Fina's blog a few minutes ago,&lt;br /&gt;it was some personality check thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Being bored, I went to try.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; every single word is so damn true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Social Realists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; are popular persons full of energy. They are reliable, well organized and helpful. Traditional values are important to them. Founding a family also plays a central role in their life. Social Realists have a marked social streak. They are always ready to listen to the worries and problems of others and spare no effort when they are asked for help. With empathy and understanding, they can sense what other people need. Social Realists are always willing to highly regard the strong points of the other person and to excuse that person’s weaknesses. They are the most sociable of all personality types. Social contacts are very important to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Social Realists find it very difficult to cope with conflicts and criticism - harmony is their elixir of life. Acknowledgement and esteem are very important to this type. Differentiation on the other hand is not necessarily one of their strong points. At work and in partnerships, they are loyal, committed and always there when needed. They find it easy to make friends due to their open, warm manner and they have a large circle of friends. In love, they are faithful and attentive and care for their partners with a great deal of imagination and sensitivity. Social Realists show their feelings openly and honestly. Should a relationship break up, they tend to blame themselves. That is why they find it very difficult to end a partnership even if it has not fulfilled their requirements for some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Social Realists are more conservative types. They have a set system of values and rules which is orientated to the prevailing traditions. They prefer clear, structured surroundings and work processes; they find too much change and unrest unpleasant. Their strong points are carefulness and reliability and not so much flexibility and spontaneity. Social Realists are open-minded towards anything new only to a limited extent. But, should one be looking for someone to fulfil a task reliably and exactly, they are the right persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Now this is about my personality love life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No other type is as loving, attentive, and committed         a partner as you. Many authors describe your type as the         most personable and endearing of all: caring, sensitive,         and always making sure that others are comfortable in your         presence. For you, investing a lot in your relationship,         and totally committing yourself to another person goes         without saying. You enjoy assuming responsibilities, and         that applies to your partnership, as well. When you         encounter hic-ups in your relationship, the first things         you look for are ways to change yourself.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;         You were born with the need to take care of the person you         love most - to the best of your ability - and to do         everything to make him/her comfortable. You create a         comfortable home with the feeling of security and intimacy         for both of you. To please and surprise your partner, you         have an astounding sense for sharing small and frequent         signs of your love. Your antenna for his/her needs is         almost eerie, and sometimes you almost trip over yourself         with eagerness when it is important to you to meet his/her         needs. In the long run, your own needs are frequently         neglected when you have a partner who prefers taking over,         or who does not care for you as sensitively as you care for         him/her.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;         Any partner is going to be overwhelmed by your sensitive         and exuberant nature. Because you often like to talk about         things close to your heart you are not stingy with         compliments and assurances of your love. You are the most         emotional and passionate of the Realists. The power of your         feelings often carries you away. With you, this is not just         lip service because you also prove your love with deeds.         Whoever is with you can always rely on you. Your fidelity         and loyalty toward your partner are extraordinary and         unshakeable. Comparative studies have often indicated that         Social Realists lead the list of the sixteen types in the         durations of their marriages. For you, a relationship         represents a life-long obligation; you don’t enter into it         lightly and expect stability and reliability from your         partner, as well. If you are disappointed, it hurts you         even more than any other of the personality types.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As much as I wish to blog more,&lt;br /&gt;I'm late. Gotta meet Hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;Partyy at Padang yaww,&lt;br /&gt;see you all boppers.&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/8119115392853086820-5168051417398228884?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5168051417398228884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-came-by-finas-blog-few-minutes-ago-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5168051417398228884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5168051417398228884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-came-by-finas-blog-few-minutes-ago-it.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-4610907091913718157</id><published>2009-01-31T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:13:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SYMpdqieVnI/AAAAAAAAAas/hJ5YEam8d7w/s1600-h/Resize+of+Photo-0283+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SYMpdqieVnI/AAAAAAAAAas/hJ5YEam8d7w/s200/Resize+of+Photo-0283+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297123176329664114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A lil something i call flashbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Wait, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;Well I do,strongly do.&lt;br /&gt;"What goes around comes around,&lt;br /&gt;jyeahh and what goes up must come down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though how much this had affected me,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;My big mouth squadmates just couldn't,&lt;br /&gt;shut their mouths and they had to tell the OC.&lt;br /&gt;That something was bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he told me this exactly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"Hutang emas boleh ditepi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;hutang budi sampai ke mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Biar gunung tenang sekali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;jangan sampai ia berapi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,he didn't want this to affect my NS life of course. Which I wasn't at all. I lost another two kilograms again. But unfortunately my knee is dislocated. After running a total of 16km within less than 48hours which I wasn't used to at all. My knee had to give in.But I love the way how FI Dino has always motivated me to run and I've been always ending up first in the intervals.Despite that he always tells me that I can do better and what I was doing wasn't enough. He always makes me push myself to the limit.I guess NS isn't that bad after all once you get used to it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other issues is,maybe I'm not looking forward to Valentine this year. Well,she said that day is the same as any other day in the world. Now I realised how pathetic I am. Ohh and thank you.As much as you hate me for I don't know what reason.Please don't let my friends be involved.This is just between you and me and stop being so immature.&amp;amp; was I wrong to be pissed when you go out with another guy when you're my girlfriend.Plus the fact that you actually lied,you said you're going with your sister.Uber~ pathetic I may say.Somehow you said I wasn't doing enough for you.Just after being with you for two months,I've spent close to a thousand dollars.But those were sincere gifts.I am so lazy to quarrel over this little piece.I just want my PSP back please.Its a gift from my mum.Other than that correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all these were just small little treasons,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you just found someone new to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;So long suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SYMyjHMJ7mI/AAAAAAAAAa0/FLc4ncueUjk/s1600-h/IMG_5859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SYMyjHMJ7mI/AAAAAAAAAa0/FLc4ncueUjk/s200/IMG_5859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297133165524676194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;shining with the light from the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;If the sun doesn't give the light to the moon assuming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;the moon's gonna owe it one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It makes me think how you act to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Favours and then rapidly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you just turn around and start asking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;things that you want back from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of the tension,sick of the hunger,&lt;br /&gt;sick of you acting like I owe you this&lt;br /&gt;Find another place to feed your greed,&lt;br /&gt;while I find a place to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you say you don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Now you see how quiet it is all alone.&lt;br /&gt;You,try to take the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;Go away,you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-4610907091913718157?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4610907091913718157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/lil-something-i-call-flashbacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/4610907091913718157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-942419092841681046</id><published>2009-01-27T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:45:03.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Used to care,she used to share,&lt;br /&gt;The love that she used to give to me can't be found,&lt;br /&gt;I lost my way,she said she'd stay,&lt;br /&gt;and lately I've been sleeping with a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be a slow death that I'm traveling on,&lt;br /&gt;It feels so wrong I'm barely holding on,&lt;br /&gt;see no matter what it takes,&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta get it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these hills that I'm traveling up,&lt;br /&gt;she ain't showing me love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on my love,&lt;br /&gt;ohh I'm down alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you homies on Friday,&lt;br /&gt;stick to the plan yaw.&lt;br /&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/8119115392853086820-942419092841681046?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/942419092841681046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/used-to-careshe-used-to-share-love-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/942419092841681046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/942419092841681046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/used-to-careshe-used-to-share-love-that.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-4105852378750196158</id><published>2009-01-27T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:15:21.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SX7CSABOFAI/AAAAAAAAAac/7jixIYGHO_A/s1600-h/IMG_5855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SX7CSABOFAI/AAAAAAAAAac/7jixIYGHO_A/s200/IMG_5855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295883826332832770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Everyone sees you through now,&lt;br /&gt;stop all your games if you wanna stay.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I'm already tired of being here,&lt;br /&gt;and holding on to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh, this is indrazriely bby.&lt;br /&gt;hipnoticrobotichipnoticroboticpsychedelic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8119115392853086820-4105852378750196158?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SX7CSABOFAI/AAAAAAAAAac/7jixIYGHO_A/s72-c/IMG_5855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-1288562131391535096</id><published>2009-01-17T05:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T05:53:31.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Green is for envy and pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Two lines for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'What goes around comes around.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and remember this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'You get what you give.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So long suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Azriely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-1288562131391535096?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1288562131391535096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/green-is-for-envy-and-pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"thoughts read unspoken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I've just watched Dian nd Paradigma.&lt;br /&gt;It was emotionally addictive,&lt;br /&gt;and all I can say is a lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I know now that life's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm gonna be unfazed by your cliches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna book in awhile,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get this 4 months done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend is busy I guess,&lt;br /&gt;she's not replying my messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna sit here and wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now,I got nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;I've said everything else,&lt;br /&gt;other than that.&lt;br /&gt;To those people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matrep yaya papaya,&lt;br /&gt;nak stare aku dari atas ke bawah.&lt;br /&gt;Salah orang la please.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tak perasan kau tu maseh adek-adek,&lt;br /&gt;and geng time lambat la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang zaman org carik duit,&lt;br /&gt;org carik nahas.&lt;br /&gt;Terime aje la hakikat ehk.&lt;br /&gt;Yang ini, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tengkorak mata merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Kalau berani biar sampai mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Aku pat sini tak akan lari."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-5905396743223850644?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-9214891752347913725</id><published>2009-01-04T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:44:28.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SWBoJm3sSII/AAAAAAAAAaM/31gejOhcUEM/s1600-h/Rotation+of+P151108_20.00%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SWBoJm3sSII/AAAAAAAAAaM/31gejOhcUEM/s200/Rotation+of+P151108_20.00%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287340476795209858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"So I start a revolution from my bed,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You said the brains I had went to my head,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Step outside the summertimes in bloom,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Stand up beside the fireplace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take that look from off your face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; well a brand new year I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Brand new resolutions huh?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I wasn't expecting,&lt;br /&gt;this new year to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll keep this to myself aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to new year 'wasted'.&lt;br /&gt;Party-ed the night away,&lt;br /&gt;drink away the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; had my first kiss at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, who the hell cares.&lt;br /&gt;I love it,and I'll have it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, while I'm serving NS.&lt;br /&gt;One of my resolution which is losing weight,&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be a problem I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Which I already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I should do something,&lt;br /&gt;I should have done long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Continuing my passion,&lt;br /&gt;I want to play soccer again,I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna save money and when it gets close,&lt;br /&gt;to bby's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bring her to Bali baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh course before her O's and after her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Dig in temporary tattoos,skateboarding,surfing.&lt;br /&gt;Clear sand and water beaches and the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Also the hippest party around, nice scenery&lt;br /&gt;on the high water breakers. Beautiful pictures awaits,&lt;br /&gt;nd a great place to make love. Not forgetting weed baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder everyone wants to go to Bali,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm bringing my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna go party on the 9th,&lt;br /&gt;if anyone reading and wanna tag along.&lt;br /&gt;You're all welcome.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' we're bringing a whole bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got around close to 20 people already,&lt;br /&gt;the more the merrier I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and its Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;And dBlO on the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else do tag okay.&lt;br /&gt;Till then,so long suckers and motherfuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-9214891752347913725?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/9214891752347913725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-start-revolution-from-my-bed-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/9214891752347913725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/9214891752347913725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-start-revolution-from-my-bed-you.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SWBoJm3sSII/AAAAAAAAAaM/31gejOhcUEM/s72-c/Rotation+of+P151108_20.00%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-6922147814970572284</id><published>2009-01-03T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:45:00.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'I've seen it before,&lt;br /&gt;it still suits you the same.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What's up people?&lt;br /&gt;Countdown was great.&lt;br /&gt;Only reason was I got wasted,&lt;br /&gt;and girlfriend was there to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably can't remember what happened,&lt;br /&gt;most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;But what I know was it was fucking awesome,&lt;br /&gt;and I remember holding girlfriend's hands as tight as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm booking in again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring but I just wanna get it done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; four more months to POP its like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the time will fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, happy 2nd monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thanks for the card that you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;It was super duper mega sweet nye.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't ask for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I was bloghopping, major bloghopped.&lt;br /&gt;Till I don't even know who's friends were those.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I keep seeing this flashing backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word : SIAAAOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eyes pain you know,&lt;br /&gt;your english the talk also like the crap you know.&lt;br /&gt;Then ahh, the face like one kelepek act hotstuff nye face.&lt;br /&gt;Talk like kentalan jubo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell aku also dunnoe,spell 'aqu'&lt;br /&gt;This people ahh if they continue to talk like this,&lt;br /&gt;Singapore cannot go anywhere laa.&lt;br /&gt;Disgrace the malays only haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghh even as I was talking like that it was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly stand this people.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what was worst that they are only 14.&lt;br /&gt;That explains them exclaiming at their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm a nocturnal. I'm a beer drinker only.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Absolute is love.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Little kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if you happened to fall in these categories.&lt;br /&gt;Please click on the 'X' on the top RIGHT hand corner okay.&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to know where is your RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;So long losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-6922147814970572284?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6922147814970572284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-seen-it-before-it-still-suits-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6922147814970572284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/6922147814970572284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-seen-it-before-it-still-suits-you.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-8428906595366403821</id><published>2008-12-31T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:29:40.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Sometimes you just feel tired,&lt;br /&gt;feel weak.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when you feel weak,&lt;br /&gt;you feel like you wanna just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta search within you,&lt;br /&gt;and find that inner strength.&lt;br /&gt;Just pull that shit out of you and&lt;br /&gt;NOT BE A QUITTER NO MATTER HOW YOU FALL FLAT ON YOUR FACE.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Firstly happy new year everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing fine out here.&lt;br /&gt;NS its okayy,&lt;br /&gt;well that was what they want us to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious,&lt;br /&gt;No further elaborations please.&lt;br /&gt;(or I might end up on DB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite I do write in a book,&lt;br /&gt;updates on happening's each day.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a man needs to let out too,&lt;br /&gt;ya' know. Just a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a hint of how NS is like,&lt;br /&gt;after three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I lost a total of 12 kg.&lt;br /&gt;from 80 to a 68.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda in a dilemma right now,&lt;br /&gt;the NS dudes treating to party at Sentosa tonight.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm going ahead with KIA,&lt;br /&gt;we gonna hang at Riverside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I'm out of words.&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long jyeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Pharell.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-8428906595366403821?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8428906595366403821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-you-just-feel-tired-feel-weak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8428906595366403821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8428906595366403821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-you-just-feel-tired-feel-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7811110105733165115</id><published>2008-11-28T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:20:04.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Emotions can't hide the true feelings.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Having around ten days left before NS. This is the totally boring life ever. What I didn't know that NS would start 10 days before. I did the house chores today. &amp;amp; yes it was torturing. Hanging the clothes was never fun. Neither was folding them. But who cares anyway. Before I go I wanna really make sure that my room is super clean. Oh, and since I'm gone for ten days. I so know no one's around here gonna even think about sweeping it for me. So I thought of a brilliant idea. Just like how I learn in Starbucks. To keep the dirt and bacteria away from the pitchers. We cling wrap them. So I thought of clinging wrap my room. You guys never thought of it right? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this ultimate boredom is killing me. Mum and GF is too. Both PMS. MAJORR PMS. &amp;amp; I am so glad EJ's not home too. Cause if not it's gonna be x3 PMS. PMS = Phairul Mindra Sazri. Ok I'm like totally bored right now. Kinda hungry too. But I'm gonna go dinner with Jason in a while anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bitch. Eversince secondary school was done with. Things was never the same. &amp;amp; somehow I wished things were back they were before. Where you know you'll always have people to hang out with after school. Where and when. Without even saying. It's like praying. You do without being told. &amp;amp; then you'll realised that nothing lasts forever. &amp;amp; things weren't how they seemed. From innocence to all out chaotic. To first love and never ending promises. All where I wished would stay there. &amp;amp; I've always know that nothing lasts forever. Wishes may never come true but fate leads you somewhere you 've always wanted. Sometimes in life you have to do what you don't like. Just like sacrifices. But one thing for sure, I'll sacrifice anything for laughter,joy and happiness for all that we used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SS_fRpDacSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1umXpK4ZpfQ/s1600-h/Resize+of+626001635l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SS_fRpDacSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1umXpK4ZpfQ/s200/Resize+of+626001635l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273679182845079842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SS_fRUsLyEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QfVNIuI8FQc/s1600-h/Resize+of+skakiesmekia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SS_fRUsLyEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QfVNIuI8FQc/s200/Resize+of+skakiesmekia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273679177378940994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SS_fRQu1iOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ibOkZzEE4R4/s1600-h/the+gerls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SS_fRQu1iOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ibOkZzEE4R4/s200/the+gerls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273679176316324066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; as you can see. I miss these people. From Ati would just call me to say 'I miss you'. From them the only people who I don't mind calling me boss at all. To very sweet moments to come and support on every soccer tournaments. &amp;amp; the bestest friends who we can share the deepest darkest secret ever to share with. &amp;amp; also those irritating true or dare games. We all formed just from a school canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To SKAKIESMEKIA. Wherever you are,whatever you do. Just be proud that you used to be part of a history. Cause memories these long will never be erased. Good luck in whatever you guys do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I miss you bby. ilysm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-7811110105733165115?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7811110105733165115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/emotions-cant-hide-true-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7811110105733165115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7811110105733165115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/emotions-cant-hide-true-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SS_fRpDacSI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1umXpK4ZpfQ/s72-c/Resize+of+626001635l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-8845385509618079287</id><published>2008-11-24T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:37:11.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSm-zqAchqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oUzdSTjChl8/s1600-h/DSCN9613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSm-zqAchqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oUzdSTjChl8/s200/DSCN9613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271954633472640674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'The bestest moment was when you came to me.'&lt;br /&gt;No,not Izwann. I meant Shasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;After reading girlfriend's blog. I just realised that I do meet her like every day. &amp;amp; I have less than 20 days. Met up with Wan just now and he was asking me if I was ready. I told him honestly that I wasn't and I thought that he would be ready. He told me he was even stressed. Well, to think of it. Jyeahh me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought with my mum again just now. Small stuffs. You see assumptions is mother of all motherfuckers don't you think? I don't want to talk more about this. Anw its 4am now. I can't seem to shut my eyes. Even though if I can I still won't. Apparently, I'm doing opening later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think I'm not myself lately. Something's bothering me. Something I just don't want to let go. Something I just can't seem to know. Something I need to let go before I head in. Cause' its killing me. Maybe I got to stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On brighter side of life, at least I could still spent time with girlfriend and as much as time is catching up. I'm trying to treasure every second of it. Even though she's just there to accompany me for soccer. I appreciate it alot cause' the support is just enough. &amp;amp; she didn't even have to be groupies like some bunch just now. Oh,and talk about soccer. We won yesterday afternoon. Which I didn't have anything to do with it. But during the first half it looked as if we were losing 3-0 down. But we catched up to clinched the victory within the last few minutes to 4-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that met up with girlfriend for so called lunch which I couldn't eat much. I'm still under the pain of the food poisoning the other day. I still wanna kill the makcik. People out there please do not go to the Nasi Padang at the Kopitiam in BPP. If Feka reads this I so know she want to try and eat the food then try to sue them. Betolll tak PEAHH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the night was spent like usual. KIA,Aim,Syahirah,Mia,Izwann,Din and Bab. Accompany Mia caused she was stressed about school. So me and Azri tried to cheer her up. Our efforts were of course not wasted laa. She laugh on the jokes. Caused it was super lame with my super lame face. It was lamer cause Azri had his lame face on too. &amp;amp; the fact was,the question we asked her was only. 'Panas buang P jadi aper?'. Tak kelakar kann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish her luck in her assignments. Wish bby lots of luck for her bar test tomorrow too. &amp;amp; last but not least. ABG APIIZZ nak ayam juggggeeeeeesss pls pls pls. For his TP tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then suckers. I gotta get ready for work. This is super draggy I tell you. Just like Yoda without his meditation skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: ILY Shasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-8845385509618079287?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8845385509618079287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/bestest-moment-was-when-you-came-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8845385509618079287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/8845385509618079287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/bestest-moment-was-when-you-came-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSm-zqAchqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/oUzdSTjChl8/s72-c/DSCN9613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-4714888412403031667</id><published>2008-11-23T12:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:50:26.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSjfsfJj53I/AAAAAAAAAUY/sm4bZRqQL70/s1600-h/DSCN9669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSjfsfJj53I/AAAAAAAAAUY/sm4bZRqQL70/s200/DSCN9669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709319206004594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"I miss you girl, I'm gonna make you my official girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a profile in friendster. Her name is Rara. Emo, 12 and sucks in english. Apparently this is what is own her caption of her primary photo. E is for happy! Yeah uhuh. I bet ya. She's one happy who sucks in english emokid. Nah I just HAD to insult her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have soccer in awhile. While I can bet the team we're gonna face today are all youngsters who can run and really play. Unlike those experienced men who we played few weeks back but lack of stamina. We gonna have quite a fight today. But if we're gonna win the semi-final today. Its gonna be two finals that we're playing this season. What a happy man Remund is ever since he bought us into his team. Haaa. Let's get it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had to go to GH yesterday. I had a major food poisoning. Moral of the story is,don't eat food that your girlfriend buys you. Hee. Just kidding. Girlfriend had it too. But not as worst as mine. I was vomitting all night long while blood flow profusely out my nose. Even though I'm having five days MC. I'm still going to work. Maybe not, if not girlfriend chops my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was sick, I followed her to her aunts place. Though I actually wanted to rest at home I didn't have a choice. Cause she wanted to take care of me. That was sweet though. But in the end looking at her aunt and mum singing I had lots of laughter too. It was kinda cute too. &amp;amp; like she said,I did forget I was sick for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH wait it's one o'clock now. Better get going.&lt;br /&gt;:) everyone out there rollin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-4714888412403031667?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4714888412403031667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-you-girl-im-gonna-make-you-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/4714888412403031667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/4714888412403031667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-you-girl-im-gonna-make-you-my.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSjfsfJj53I/AAAAAAAAAUY/sm4bZRqQL70/s72-c/DSCN9669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-5686512756773303172</id><published>2008-11-21T04:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:54:46.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Is it worth that you can't even hear me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; now I treasure every single second,before I'm going to NS. I mean its not like I'm gonna be dead or whatsoever. But now I realised how precious time and love is. I might actually spent a few days at least before I get listed. Whatsoever I'm gonna treasure it and keep it lasted for at least 2 years. Heh. Sucky I know, but anyway what for who the hell cares I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Nuraina,Bari,Hot and Aim was pretty dumb. But as usual they never fail to make me laugh till I drop. Vice versa. It's kinda irritating when I'm not legal and everyone wanna check my IC. Even the old auntie who needs specs to look at my IC who even had the time to waste five minutes to find her god damn specs to actually just check on my freaking pink IC. Now no one even bother to even ask how old I am. Anjing kepale ciplak keng yakdish betollll. But what and who the hell cares. As long as I have my ciggs I don't fucking need to care laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick this few days. I don't know if I'm having diorrhea or just my usual tonsillitis but its kinda irritating that I have to go to the toilet every half an hour. I just felt a little lighter last night. But in the end we had pizza hut just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Up and down like flippaaa.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there goes my diet. Haaa. &amp;amp; my mind goes,'I got nothingto do with it.' &amp;amp; again I'm going to NS anyway. SO since its two years. Might as well I make something out of my super tak-cute confirm plus chop guaranty warranty 2 years no refund nye cute nye muke ni. Ok I'm just bored ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sunday,I'm having my Championship Cup semi-final. Al Meen and Aim might be out of the game due to CMC. &amp;amp; of course it'll be worrying for us. But whatever it is, win or lose is just part of the game. We're gonna face International Soccer School FC at Turf City Pitch 4 at 3pm. Anyone who's free to support your friends. Do come. On the other hand,I gotta stop doing backflips during playing soccer. See even this line doesn't make sense. Heh. But seriously, I do. &amp;amp; it does annoys people. Haha. I know, but the feeling when you're above the ground against gravity and momentum plus andrenalin rush of the swing just turns me on. Yet again, I might just kill someone one day. So I guess I'll just do that when I need to. It's killing my opponent,my team mates and myself too. Maybe I should also control my composure like seriously. My attitude is killing my friends and girlfriend. Nahhh. Actually she's killing me. Hehe. But anyway no one changes within 24 hours. Just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was spent blissfully though. Thank you everyone who wished me through text or call. So sweet of Aisyah who actually personally called. It was kind of irritating at first where I actually put my phone in the pocket where I just waited for all the messages to stop loading through. &amp;amp; when it finally stop a total of 47 messages pop in. There's some who were actually very very sincere. I actually felt like it was Hari Raya and I even felt like wearing a baju kurong at that point of time being so inspired by your messages. Hah. But there were some who I would actually personally thank you guys for wishing me and remembering my birthday. But messages like 'hppy bdae.' I personally felt insulted cause you would spent 5 cents for 8 letters. But whatsoever thank you though. Thanks everyone. But this birthday taught me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, friends who actually calls you for problems. Calls you when you need them. Who says that they are your clique. Who I personally would call when it was their birthday. Didn't even remember. Dissapointed is better word than sad. Cause it ain't about the birthday. It's more to the friendship bonds,trust and loyalty. &amp;amp; why did I care anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, thanks Connie for the birthday cake. GF and KIA for buying the bag for me. Everyone who were there. I had a great time. Playing cards, monopoly. &amp;amp; the playground games. Which was so challenging yet hilarious. I swear they're the cure to all my sickness. &amp;amp; it was so sweet of girlfriend to actually make it early bought for us food from West to East. Cause' I know how hard it is for her you wake up. I love you girl. While we lie down and hear Dan on the guitar like how we love to. &amp;amp; I swear this is the sweetest birthday ever. To see Shasha who can clique with all of my friends made it more joyous. &amp;amp; she could talk to Murni about just anything and everything. &amp;amp; I know I have nothing to worry about when I'm in NS cause' she could just beep my friends just like I do. Cause' you're just like us girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Wanna look at your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;wanna love you long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I found pictures on Connie's LJ.&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago. I ditched them on Batam trip caused,&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep. &amp;amp; look what they did. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;I 'was' there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSXbk7-oLhI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OIuIetGSaxU/s1600-h/3001903246_242df6a39b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSXbk7-oLhI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OIuIetGSaxU/s200/3001903246_242df6a39b_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270860366529179154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSXbkjmmrRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/QvH62TuuJ_4/s1600-h/3001076971_45d5d2c045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSXbkjmmrRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/QvH62TuuJ_4/s200/3001076971_45d5d2c045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270860359985966354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSXbkFp4rhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/RJqE83GW2UA/s1600-h/3001065923_bef3c82449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSXbkFp4rhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/RJqE83GW2UA/s200/3001065923_bef3c82449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270860351946665490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-5686512756773303172?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5686512756773303172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-worth-that-you-cant-even-hear-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5686512756773303172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5686512756773303172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-worth-that-you-cant-even-hear-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SSXbk7-oLhI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OIuIetGSaxU/s72-c/3001903246_242df6a39b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-2925384033155809731</id><published>2008-11-18T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:52:58.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"As every seconds passed,&lt;br /&gt;brings you one step closer to age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Passed with Khai's birthday,&lt;br /&gt;in a few more hours is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike any usual teenager turning eighteen,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too excited about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon in twenty days time,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be serving the nation.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your last glimpse for me as a boy,&lt;br /&gt;where I go and become a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out by twenty and,&lt;br /&gt;I can plan my life at such a young age.&lt;br /&gt;But firstly,I wished to study again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Despite girlfriend just had to irritate Khai,&lt;br /&gt;and wrap the gift alot of times.&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could see Khai's anticipation,&lt;br /&gt;and alas he just tore the whole thing apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming at Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;KIA,EJ,GF,Izwann.&lt;br /&gt;Izwann was friggin hilarious,&lt;br /&gt;with his skinny body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did alot of stupid and lame stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;But he made the day.&lt;br /&gt;Then hung out at semi,&lt;br /&gt;took pictures and lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;I was super shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, before I'm late for work.&lt;br /&gt;I should go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; IMY gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-2925384033155809731?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2925384033155809731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-every-seconds-passed-brings-you-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2925384033155809731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2925384033155809731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-every-seconds-passed-brings-you-one.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-1857277817994400178</id><published>2008-11-17T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:24:13.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;'I make it rain'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Firstly, of course I wouldn't forget.&lt;br /&gt;My bro's birthday,&lt;br /&gt;happy 17th birthday HOT.&lt;br /&gt;May all your wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we last long as friends,&lt;br /&gt;just like how we celebrated our birthday's together.&lt;br /&gt;For the past three years,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; our bond gets stronger each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,the only reason I'm blogging right now,&lt;br /&gt;caused' I'm waiting for bby.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, she slept late just now.&lt;br /&gt;So I have a feeling she ain't awake yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I want my phone back.&lt;br /&gt;But wth. I'll just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then so long suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Iin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-1857277817994400178?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1857277817994400178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-make-it-rain-firstly-of-course-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1857277817994400178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1857277817994400178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-make-it-rain-firstly-of-course-i.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-2810355340069008913</id><published>2008-11-08T04:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T04:39:43.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Reality is stranger than fiction."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;After everything that has happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;I guess it is true now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;That everything happens for a reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;just like how god decided to born me into this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;Sometimes I wished forever meant forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;while at the same time promises remains as fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;Now I do learn that promises are motherfuckers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;while keeping your word aint easy as you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;Easily said better done done uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;Maybe it is true that somethings aren't just meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;Personally eversince I was young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;I've always wanted to be a footballer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;While right now I'm going into NS soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;unfit and playing for a cheap club for a division 1 league.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;I guess life don't always go your way like you want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;and I guess words are just a bitch aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;I see now that is no matter you look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;things aren't gonna change they way they are right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;Maybe its about time you move on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;cause' I decided to. &amp;amp; it is about time too don't you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;I'll stop this ride on this viking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&amp;amp; now you should get off too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;That was just something I had in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Moving on stereo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Soccer's been a bitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I should have kept my tempers low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was just in for 5 minutes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; I got into 2 scuffles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; for the fact that I was smallest in the field,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my heart wasn't/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I stood up to a five foot man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; looked him in the eye as if I was his height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Poor shorty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wake up la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I guess anticipating too much to play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;got me so fed up with coach that I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;had no where else to vent it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Apparently, I sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I don't know why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shasha's always beep me at the right time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the time when I needed here most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;mentally or physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When shopping with bby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Azri and his girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was hectic that I woke up late this morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;damn, she was furious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pathetically,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I alwayyyyss never fail to wake up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I bought a reef board shorts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;num flip flops,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and a yak pak for bby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh and a beautifull volcom wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; tomorrow's Sentosa ouing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm so into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sea,sun,sand and get wasted through the dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok I guess I gotta go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Irfan is being irritating beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Azriely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS: No. 11 this Sunday is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8119115392853086820-2810355340069008913?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2810355340069008913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/reality-is-stranger-than-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2810355340069008913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2810355340069008913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/11/reality-is-stranger-than-fiction.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-9154032542053772534</id><published>2008-10-30T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:13:04.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnbqLld-DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3rn3WuEcMFg/s1600-h/IMG_7063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnbqLld-DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3rn3WuEcMFg/s200/IMG_7063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262979157270067250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnbp7BA5VI/AAAAAAAAATw/uUgaCFg_jrk/s1600-h/1_866575399l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnbp7BA5VI/AAAAAAAAATw/uUgaCFg_jrk/s200/1_866575399l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262979152822199634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnbp9CHHhI/AAAAAAAAATo/9oIIzfnl0to/s1600-h/1_842116403l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnbp9CHHhI/AAAAAAAAATo/9oIIzfnl0to/s200/1_842116403l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262979153363672594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnYoEiZS8I/AAAAAAAAATA/_ULWtaZNHLI/s1600-h/1_362424921l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnYoEiZS8I/AAAAAAAAATA/_ULWtaZNHLI/s200/1_362424921l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262975822483508162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnYnpQKnMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xlK3JoAuArg/s1600-h/1_244263977l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnYnpQKnMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xlK3JoAuArg/s200/1_244263977l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262975815159291074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnYngRBSzI/AAAAAAAAASw/nT9yHNNCYB0/s1600-h/1_101991454l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnYngRBSzI/AAAAAAAAASw/nT9yHNNCYB0/s200/1_101991454l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262975812746955570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;While some call it football, I call this passion.&lt;br /&gt;I missed this fun,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I missed having all this fun.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now where I am at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well life's like that though,&lt;br /&gt;so let's just enjoy it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to my disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I wanted to be there so much,&lt;br /&gt;wasn't/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you've always said,&lt;br /&gt;that whatever makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I am happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;Are you? Maybe we should move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long that you will realise I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;plus I'm going NS anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; maybe I will move on too.&lt;br /&gt;Since this is going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.  &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/8119115392853086820-9154032542053772534?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/9154032542053772534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/10/while-some-call-it-football-i-call-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/9154032542053772534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/9154032542053772534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/10/while-some-call-it-football-i-call-this.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SQnbqLld-DI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3rn3WuEcMFg/s72-c/IMG_7063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-2783264620747551461</id><published>2008-10-18T03:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:22:11.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SPjtiJmoHSI/AAAAAAAAASo/EGNrictJeJ0/s1600-h/Picture%2887%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SPjtiJmoHSI/AAAAAAAAASo/EGNrictJeJ0/s200/Picture%2887%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258213735904320802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Life's too short to think,so fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;We had fun tonight,totally. Nah I rather say it the whole day. The fact that I spent it with my friends colourfully it was worth it. Oh and sorry for the very very very long MIA. I've been busy real real busy. &amp;amp; next week ain't getting any better. After tomorrow,my next day off will be in another 11 days time. So I might be blogging ain't that often liked I used to anymore. So if you hate it don't read it anyway, no one forces you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with Hari Raya. Hmm. It was lame ah, no serious. Lame nak mampos taik gigi rabbit nye ah. It didn't even felt like raya la seriously. After a whole month of fasting and we went drinking on the first night of raya. Gone all my pahala. Poof poof just like that. This year I didn't get to go to Azrin's house. Haha. Maybe we should stop disturbing him now cause' he's like immune to it. Oh,like finally but anyway. I still want to go to his house. Plain water pun plain water la. The outing was OK caused I had to join in late due to work. Well, at least I made the effort to go. Tak jiwe pe aku ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow it will be exactly one month to my birthday. &amp;amp; no more underaged party or guestslist for me anymore. Tak perlu ni semuer hahaha. Unless its Wan who's spinning of course I wanna be in the guestlist other than that. Heheh. Anyway the stores gonna make a chalet to celebrate my birthday and Bob's farewell. Well,he's migrating to Australia. Oh anyway,moving on. No need to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calculating my pay for this month. I should get $900+ close to 1k. So I think finally I'm gonna buy a handphone. If I have enough that is. Haha. I'm gonna give money to Mum,Neng. Buy tickets for Zoukout and Juice 10th anni party 27 nov at Zouk. Anyone going can tell me? Buy the tickets together. Cause I've heard is cheaper in bulk or something like that is it? Enjoy geng enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know why? Cause' after this is all over...&lt;br /&gt;I see you guys in two years time.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say for now.&lt;br /&gt;Ok Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efa hope you are alright,&lt;br /&gt;get well soon okayys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-2783264620747551461?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2783264620747551461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-too-short-to-thinkso-fuck-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2783264620747551461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/2783264620747551461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-too-short-to-thinkso-fuck-it.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SPjtiJmoHSI/AAAAAAAAASo/EGNrictJeJ0/s72-c/Picture%2887%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-4750534497933402526</id><published>2008-10-14T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:13:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ya allah malas nye nak update.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just busy with soccer and work.&lt;br /&gt;Check the matches and my team mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.espzen.com/teamPlayersdiv.asp?leagueNo=55&amp;amp;teamno=100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-4750534497933402526?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4750534497933402526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ya-allah-malas-nye-nak-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/4750534497933402526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/4750534497933402526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ya-allah-malas-nye-nak-update.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-1759980226693972642</id><published>2008-09-30T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:20:32.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This is post number 792,&lt;br /&gt;see even if I lied.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!Tomorrow is Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guess what,fuck it,&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I want is,&lt;br /&gt;to get it done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, so mum says she's gonna,&lt;br /&gt;kick me out of the house at 3 Oct,&lt;br /&gt;if the lights and water get cuts out,&lt;br /&gt;so I'm here waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I don't have to pack my bags,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I know she's angry,&lt;br /&gt;but the words she uses just totally out of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See,I've cleaned up my room,&lt;br /&gt;so at least if I'm gonna leave it.&lt;br /&gt;I did it with pride,&lt;br /&gt;and I left it the way I came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life fuck us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get my pay soon,&lt;br /&gt;like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burn it instead,&lt;br /&gt;money never gonna bring you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean literally it does but,&lt;br /&gt;deep down. When its all gone.&lt;br /&gt;You will see,&lt;br /&gt;that it don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm planning to do my piercings this month,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm gonna highlight my hair blonde I think,&lt;br /&gt;then I'm gonna do cornrows.&lt;br /&gt;Fuih,almost 3 weeks with this dumb hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest,&lt;br /&gt;go to mum and Nyna.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Batam.&lt;br /&gt;Yayness. Mushroom is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get high la ehk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;beep me if ya'll got anything to sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-1759980226693972642?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1759980226693972642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-post-number-792-see-even-if-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1759980226693972642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1759980226693972642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-post-number-792-see-even-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-5870796128152329308</id><published>2008-09-27T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:08:27.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like I said guys,&lt;br /&gt;I will blog as soon as I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something came up so suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;I was very shocked after I finish bathing.&lt;br /&gt;As I was showering,&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my nose was bleeding profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being dumb,&lt;br /&gt;I searched the internet for answers why.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it took me like about an hour for it to,&lt;br /&gt;stop bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the wost part is the my whole towel,&lt;br /&gt;is covered in blood.&lt;br /&gt;As if I got stabbed and shot at,&lt;br /&gt;thats how much the blood is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I found on the internet,&lt;br /&gt;was alot varies of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;One of them is dehydration,&lt;br /&gt;which I think is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to drinks LOTS of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the symptoms were scary,&lt;br /&gt;leukemia,high blood pressure or cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was fucking shock,&lt;br /&gt;I straight away drank water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling a little dizzy,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm gonna sleep right after this post.&lt;br /&gt;It was so scary just now,&lt;br /&gt;when it flowed like a tap water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After closing,&lt;br /&gt;we decided to hang out till morning.&lt;br /&gt;SO after watching meet the spartans,&lt;br /&gt;at Izhar's HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His random idea was to play soccer,&lt;br /&gt;at the local street soccer court.&lt;br /&gt;As it was only five of us,&lt;br /&gt;we just kicked around for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as the sun started to rise,&lt;br /&gt;we were getting tired and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;First,Izhar started torturing a bee.&lt;br /&gt;Then Azri joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to do bisection on it,&lt;br /&gt;biology ah kirekan.&lt;br /&gt;So we burned it,&lt;br /&gt;into ashes. &amp;amp; yes each and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKED VERY EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh naik shiookk.&lt;br /&gt;So find paper to burn,&lt;br /&gt;then the lighter started to burn.&lt;br /&gt;Literally the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the end story was we created FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray,if we were cavemans,&lt;br /&gt;we would have lived during those times.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't there.&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone was waiting,&lt;br /&gt;for the lighter to explode.&lt;br /&gt;So Khai,being the 'SMART' one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added paper to it,&lt;br /&gt;then Azri's TNA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; seriously you should be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like watching a movie show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got coke la,H2O.&lt;br /&gt;Semuer ade la,&lt;br /&gt;hisap rokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz,ape nak jadi.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;where am I in 10 years time.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and hanging out with Ati,Eqa and Efa.&lt;br /&gt;Was totally fun.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously miss the old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Coutadeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-5870796128152329308?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5870796128152329308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-i-said-guys-i-will-blog-as-soon-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5870796128152329308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5870796128152329308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-i-said-guys-i-will-blog-as-soon-as.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-3948125959465365717</id><published>2008-09-26T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:10:03.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't listen to those suckas,&lt;br /&gt;cause they're too irrational.&lt;br /&gt;Ball on them suckas,&lt;br /&gt;losing's not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Something to begin with the night,&lt;br /&gt;was I came by M's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently,people talk,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I totally saw that coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immatures. Uh,pathetic laa~.&lt;br /&gt;Almost I thought they're gonna prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; M, don't fucking care yaw.&lt;br /&gt;You know you ain't done anything wrong,&lt;br /&gt;you see welcome to the life.&lt;br /&gt;Living around hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently those so called friends,&lt;br /&gt;ain't down with ya.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the way we do it around here,&lt;br /&gt;we talk if we got something we ain't down with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm glad KIA do it,&lt;br /&gt;'Bros over hoes.' way.&lt;br /&gt;That's why we're tight.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no one can bring us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout being down yaw,&lt;br /&gt;Khai don't tell me I didn't warn ya.&lt;br /&gt;We did. Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Down in your face. Look what ya did aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you said,you didn't wanna talk bout it.&lt;br /&gt;So we did give you some space.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, here's the score yaw,&lt;br /&gt;Khai 0 vs Team Immatures 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you either,&lt;br /&gt;fucking immatures make us puke.&lt;br /&gt;They're never gonna make it rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's just see if you did it our way,&lt;br /&gt;then we sock it to them.&lt;br /&gt;Then we make it rain, it gon' be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KIA&lt;/span&gt; 10 vs Team Immature -89028&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm still down with ya homeboy.&lt;br /&gt;Though you ditched me twice in a week,&lt;br /&gt;still you know its gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;Bila-bila KIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, its gonna waste my time,&lt;br /&gt;blogging bout little immatures.&lt;br /&gt;That can ticks the hell out of you,&lt;br /&gt;when the easiest was just to avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;MAKE IT RAIN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;BILA-BILA KIA,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;REPRESENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SNvf1MeHocI/AAAAAAAAASY/u4-lbRO0VZ4/s1600-h/Picture%2853%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SNvf1MeHocI/AAAAAAAAASY/u4-lbRO0VZ4/s200/Picture%2853%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250035895604060610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moving on stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why I had to post bout that,&lt;br /&gt;but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Since I've typed that long,&lt;br /&gt;why not. Just a piece of my mind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was lovely,&lt;br /&gt;the shift was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Like Azri said,&lt;br /&gt;with great power comes great responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes it is fucking true.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'm hoping,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be as most timely responsible,&lt;br /&gt;as I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice I used the word timely.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do man,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when that time comes.&lt;br /&gt;You gonna bend the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, I mean later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meet up with Ati and Eqa.&lt;br /&gt;So might as well I call Efa down as well.&lt;br /&gt;Ati got excited just now when she called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I told her I'm a manager now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Ape la Ati!&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Rabak sak,da lame tak kol kau.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha. Kau ah. Pat ne?&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Nak gi kedai ngan kakak.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sejak bile kau ade kakak?&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Kak Mia.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sape tu?&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Rabak Indra kau da luper.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Serious. Kau rabak sak.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok ok nanti aku kol kau k.&lt;br /&gt;Ati: OK. Selamat Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But seriously,until now I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Who Kak Mia is,&lt;br /&gt;or I think I know. I think. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I know pathetic. But we chatted more than this ah.&lt;br /&gt;(while counting cash,haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for later.&lt;br /&gt;Hope she buys the dengsdengs I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;from geylang.&lt;br /&gt;Sekali Ati kau baik. Belikan baju kurong skali ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I sleep ah.&lt;br /&gt;So time flies faster haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so long suckas.&lt;br /&gt;Sock it to em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Quaresma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-3948125959465365717?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3948125959465365717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-listen-to-those-suckas-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3948125959465365717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/3948125959465365717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-listen-to-those-suckas-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SNvf1MeHocI/AAAAAAAAASY/u4-lbRO0VZ4/s72-c/Picture%2853%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-801886464124047898</id><published>2008-09-25T04:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:41:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SNqi6nbnsTI/AAAAAAAAASI/7h4ac28tkdg/s1600-h/IMG_2710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SNqi6nbnsTI/AAAAAAAAASI/7h4ac28tkdg/s200/IMG_2710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249687443554677042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Those days,those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shirley have been pestering me,&lt;br /&gt;to go club with her after her O's.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm here laughing to myself,&lt;br /&gt;remembering the time when she used to admire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said she have been reading my blog,&lt;br /&gt;very very often. &amp;amp; I never knew that I would have,&lt;br /&gt;alot of anonymous readers.&lt;br /&gt;Well,honestly a few cliques of mine would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for the fact that usually I blog just for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've been bloghopping today.&lt;br /&gt;It started with Ajen,&lt;br /&gt;he posts bout hating going to geylang.&lt;br /&gt;Then so did one of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did one of his friend's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; his friend's friend's friend.&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Each and every one of them said bout the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I almost blogged about that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,my story was.&lt;br /&gt;Me,Khai and Azri was laughing at them,&lt;br /&gt;who wore hoodies and sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;It was like friggin hot la kan,&lt;br /&gt;and I got Nyna close to me. Cause she is HOT! Ceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the point la.&lt;br /&gt;SOO. We wanted to laugh our ass.&lt;br /&gt;Until it rained,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; fuck it. The matreps were saved la sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sot je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick again,&lt;br /&gt;back with tonsillitis.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ever since I started smoking,&lt;br /&gt;every time I fall sick she blames it on smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Mama,ambik kan Eboy panadol?&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Mane ader, buat ape? Mama kan da masak ayam.&lt;br /&gt;Me:PANADOL LA!&lt;br /&gt;Mama: OH. Tu la isap rokok lagi la tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mane ade kene mengene. Mama tak abis2 ah.&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Ambik sendiri ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But she took it la,&lt;br /&gt;siap ngan air lagi. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;I know she love me after all,&lt;br /&gt;and she even took out the pills for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if all you out there wondering,&lt;br /&gt;if my mum is like your mums age.&lt;br /&gt;She definitely not. Unless you are 12 years old.&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that,&lt;br /&gt;definite no. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SNqk5Urv1AI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3dUz2iFGD5k/s1600-h/IMG_2692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SNqk5Urv1AI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3dUz2iFGD5k/s200/IMG_2692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249689620365431810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Better than saying.&lt;br /&gt;That's my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I know hot kann.&lt;br /&gt;She's taken la chibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not married yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait I'm not anak luar nikah ok,&lt;br /&gt;long story,bad past. My dad passed away,then a divorcee bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can say,well I'm just wandering.&lt;br /&gt;Why she can be sooo forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I asked her once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Mama,Eboy nak highlight rambut boleh?&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Tak boleh. No!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tapi sikit je.&lt;br /&gt;Mama: No,I say no. Means no. Nak jadi gay ehk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, the story here.&lt;br /&gt;She thought I said,&lt;br /&gt;nak highlight rambut color pink.&lt;br /&gt;Baru 30+ haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'm done I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-801886464124047898?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/801886464124047898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/those-daysthose-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/801886464124047898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/801886464124047898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/those-daysthose-days.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SNqi6nbnsTI/AAAAAAAAASI/7h4ac28tkdg/s72-c/IMG_2710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-1924050975196454074</id><published>2008-09-23T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T02:37:49.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asal la orang suke ye ye sangat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So after being MIA for quite awhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and being so depressed for failing the assessment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I decided to blog today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause' I think its time I get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets start with 4 days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azri was sleeping over at my place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so after sahur and my mum cooked the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pedas nak mampos nasi goreng ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or maybe its just me ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But anyway we decided to sleep after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then suddenly out of the blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I just finished smoke and just lying down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azri mengigau so suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Member trip ah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; this is how it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Azri: "Handphone aku dalam seluar?" (then grumbling grumbling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His phone was actually on the bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because we decided to set an alarm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So he didnt put it in his pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: "Ape kauu?.. Mengigau pe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azri: "Mane ade." (grumbling grumbling again,then hit his hand on the wall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Then suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Azri: "Ablabla dalam sluar la!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ape kau merepek bodoh tidur la."&lt;br /&gt;Azri: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Tak,sekarang KAU ngan BADAN-BADAN kau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Masok DALAM seluar AKU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So me obviously couldn't fit in his pants,&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed. But the motherfucker,&lt;br /&gt;still got the cheek to scold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Azri: "Ape kau! Kau dengar betol-betol. Kauuuu ngan &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;badan-badan &lt;/span&gt;kau masok &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dalam seluar aku&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So being it late in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and being me very hot tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; unreasonably he was raising his voice at me.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wanted to punch his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: "Serious aku pump muke kau la sial."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azri: " Ape sial! Aku pump muke kau dulu ah siol! Kau dengar betol-betol!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me:  " Ah buto la,gi tido. Seluar kau tak muat ah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then practically within a few minutes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he was already snoring again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; just for the record I don't fit in his pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; for god's sake's he's wearing skinnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luckily that was Azri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if it wasn't I would have punched his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then the next day was my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how I hate to sahur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no matter how hungry I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would rather not wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But apparently my sis asks to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I did,&amp;amp; I was very sleepy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: "Asal EJ kasi abang garfu kecik? Nanti cuci ehk!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EJ: " Abeh da dengan maggi dier. Pakai ajer la. Garfu banyak pe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: "EJ tau tak,ni kalau kasi orang africa leh tahan 1 tahun tau. Campak pat diorang mesti berebut punye. Ni kasi maggi pat dorang confirm dorang amek punye. Nak makan nasi la,maggi la. Dorang mane kisah pedas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EJ: -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: " Beh ni air,EJ pikir senang nak dapat? Sane panas tau. Dorang minum sikit da kenyang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EJ: "Abang asal bobal sal orang africa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I now realised what Sofie said bout me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is true. I guess I am random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause' typical Azri will tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azri: "Panas buang P jadi ape?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: "Anas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azri: -.- "Tak kelakar ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: "OHH. Hahahaha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know,only we understand each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or how about the trip to the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nak step baru sampai Singapore ah dari USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So we decided to talk with slang and in english all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Azri: "So where should we eat?"&lt;br /&gt;Khai: "Should we go Swensens. You know. They have nice food there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then this makcik heard us talking,&lt;br /&gt;and she laughed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Because we were like mats at the airport,&lt;br /&gt;with slang singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Azri: "Chinese food."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Look THEY SELL TOFU!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again,we walked around laughed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Until we were hungry,&lt;br /&gt;and decided to grab sandwhices at cheers.&lt;br /&gt;It was fucking cramp ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: "Hmm which sandwhich should I get?"&lt;br /&gt;Khai: Apparently,he hit something. "Ohh makk kauu."&lt;br /&gt;With the slang. I swear it was damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; he sounded like a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,back at work.&lt;br /&gt;I was standing at the pastry case,&lt;br /&gt;then this indian lady came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lady: "Can I talk to the manager? It's really urgent."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh,I'm the manager."&lt;br /&gt;Lady looked at me. With the disbelief look.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "Are you sure? It's really urgent,please don't kid around."&lt;br /&gt;Me: " I know I'm serious. I am the manager. Can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After all it's not that urgent,&lt;br /&gt;she's just from NUS trying to do,&lt;br /&gt;a school project on Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it la everyone trying to do on Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan nye bagus Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat la pasal kumbang terbang ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about this manager issue,&lt;br /&gt;there's no doubt that I look or sound like one.&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying my best to,&lt;br /&gt;but apparently some idiots out there still choose not to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I'm short,young looking,side parting hair muke bdk kecik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: "Hi Starbucks ** Indra speaking."&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Hello,can I talk to the manager?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh yes can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "No you're not the manager.You don't sound like one."&lt;br /&gt;Then she continued nagging la,bout complaining la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The next thing she heard I'm guessing was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tooot tooot tooot toooot tooot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause' I put down the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;like hello. Don't judge a book by its cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My room is now. AWEESSOOMME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8119115392853086820-1924050975196454074?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1924050975196454074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/asal-la-orang-suke-ye-ye-sangat-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1924050975196454074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/1924050975196454074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/asal-la-orang-suke-ye-ye-sangat-so.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-5590096192830681900</id><published>2008-09-19T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:52:34.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Finally I finished studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I just can't wait,&lt;br /&gt;for Hari Raya to get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;Then it'll be mine and bro Khai's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we are gonna parttyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ZoukOut08 is on the 13th December.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, its 18 and above only.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess luck is on Azri's and Khai's side,&lt;br /&gt;cause' they will get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Aim did last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not gonna miss this year,&lt;br /&gt;last year I stupidly wrote closing,&lt;br /&gt;because I was tired after,&lt;br /&gt;the double-o thingy and we had a friendly the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets G-O go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause' this year is gonna be hell,&lt;br /&gt;I checked it out in IS just now.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna look and sound cool of course,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not gonna be like Man and shuffle in the sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIA,Dan,Mumu,Connie,Sam,Sue,Alep,Aieen,Man,Fauzi,Faliq,Aim.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I can't wait,&lt;br /&gt;Lets get wasted!!&lt;br /&gt;Dusk to Dawn baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&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/8119115392853086820-5590096192830681900?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5590096192830681900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-i-finished-studying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5590096192830681900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/5590096192830681900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-i-finished-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7177083173757828504</id><published>2008-09-18T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:56:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Korang nak nasihat aku,&lt;br /&gt;nasihat aje tu pokok.&lt;br /&gt;Same aje ngan dier,&lt;br /&gt;tak ader perasaan jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak paham punyer.&lt;br /&gt;Hidup asyik kene bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted you to be the roots of my problems,&lt;br /&gt;but you seem to pop your head at every curb.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you to be the roots,&lt;br /&gt;of my happiness darling.&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/8119115392853086820-7177083173757828504?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7177083173757828504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/korang-nak-nasihat-aku-nasihat-aje-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7177083173757828504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7177083173757828504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/korang-nak-nasihat-aku-nasihat-aje-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119115392853086820.post-7931408863792744831</id><published>2008-09-17T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:12:57.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SM_04tMmWiI/AAAAAAAAASA/srp8uLbINVw/s1600-h/IMG_2717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SM_04tMmWiI/AAAAAAAAASA/srp8uLbINVw/s200/IMG_2717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246681345952209442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Cute kan. Macam nak tumbok sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;No,I'm not mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I just have this thing for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;cute things and I just feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;like punching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it,&lt;br /&gt;there's been alot of people saying that I'm cute.&lt;br /&gt;But if everyone of them were to be like me,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be probably be dead right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its nice to abuse your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I mean yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Went breakfast and stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;total like fifteen people I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after eating we were having this HUGE debate,&lt;br /&gt;on whether to go bowling or sheesha-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Being me, cause I can smoke my ciggs,&lt;br /&gt;of course I rather go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; plus a little fun facts if you guys don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesha is actually more harmful than ciggs.&lt;br /&gt;For every joint you smoke is equal to ten packs,&lt;br /&gt;and twice more harmful. &amp;amp; may cause hallogens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main thing I wanted to go bowling,&lt;br /&gt;was just that its more fun.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than hang around talking about,&lt;br /&gt;their most pride loved workplace,Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up splitting,&lt;br /&gt;and Dan,Alep,Azri,Irfan,Aim and Khai.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Marina Square and bowled.&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much,&lt;br /&gt;just the usual irritants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thats it.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I know boring.&lt;br /&gt;At first I had something in mind to blog about,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end. I ended up forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Azriely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8119115392853086820-7931408863792744831?l=indrazrielyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7931408863792744831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute-kan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7931408863792744831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8119115392853086820/posts/default/7931408863792744831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indrazrielyy.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute-kan.html' title=''/><author><name>fr3shjiv3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974681645272159613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/S1Iq7dit6EI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TWM36AFz3xk/S220/20247_252437994066_627624066_3328908_6850149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4up4q_BdSFI/SM_04tMmWiI/AAAAAAAAASA/srp8uLbINVw/s72-c/IMG_2717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
