tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622397837315161522024-03-12T21:46:24.000-07:00I'm a rock and rolling dude-Where the world of me comes to words-Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-22187349014225503932015-08-22T08:03:00.000-07:002015-08-22T08:03:17.520-07:00Real Imagination<span style="color: red;"><b>As I laid down the spanner, the nut has fallen through a tiny space.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Ah damn it", I cursed.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>I had to crawl under the car, reached through the tiny engine bay from below to find the 12mm nut.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>It was awful, I had to say.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>"AHAH! Gotcha!"</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>Threw the nut into a plastic bowl and I carried on with the work.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>The workshop is getting slow lately.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>I kinda have some time for myself.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Less major repairs for quite some time, now.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>It is already 12p.m.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>I'm still at the workshop hoping to reinstall both of the drive shafts back to the gearbox.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Then I heard a voice calling me from outside the workshop.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>I gazed a bit to see my wife standing trying to find where exactly I am.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Called her and when she saw me she quickly came to me.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Hey, I brought pizza!", she happily said.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Cool! I'm starving here. Good thing you came by."</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>She puts the pizza and the drinks on the table and set our late supper.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Hold on, I'll be there. Just let me tighten this last bolt."</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>She's ready at the mini table I've set at the corner of the shop and passes me a drink as soon as I sat besides her.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>"You're smelly!", she said jokingly.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Smelly ehh? Come here you!", as I hugged her from beside into my arm.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Smell that!"</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Ewwwww..", followed by a loud laugh.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>As we eat our supper, we talk about our day.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>She's working all day and I'm stuck here at the workshop for almost the whole day.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>This is like the only time we have for each other every day.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Sometimes, if she's too tired, she'd just go straight home and rest.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Today, a customer yelled at me."</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Why so?", I asked.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Well, I kinda said that I'm a married woman. Happily married to a great man.", she said.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>"He was hitting on you eh?", I added.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Kind of. I'm getting tired of this kind of customers.", she complained.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>"Well, you're the most beautiful woman ever.Who wouldn't want to have you? I'm lucky to have you."</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Hearing that, she blushed and I saw a shy smile on her face.</b></span><br />
<br />Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-51323298760585097332013-11-04T09:26:00.001-08:002013-11-04T09:26:12.138-08:00When time comes...<span style="color: red;">It would be the best for me to choose.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">It would be that one person who follows me to death.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">It would be that one person who cries.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">It would be that one person who feels lost.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">If that time comes,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I want it to be worth it.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I want it to be contributed.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I want it to be remembered.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I want it to be shared,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">My story is just a simple story.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Normal.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Unexciting.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Yet, I tried to make it different.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">The people who came into my life.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">They changed me.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Every single one of them.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Friends, family, love, idol, teacher, even nobody.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Would they remember me?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Would they be sad?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Would they share my story?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Would they say....</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">"It was started by him..." ?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">When I'm gone, I want everyone to remember.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I want to know.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Did I contribute?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Did I helped?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Did I managed?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Did I survived?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Let me know.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Before I go.</span>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-90048914321006371612013-10-24T22:53:00.006-07:002013-10-24T22:53:59.078-07:00Dreaming of waking up<span style="color: red;">I had a wish.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">A dream.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">That some day when I got lay to rest my head.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Tight comfort sleep in my own bedroom.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I dream of going to sleep on my own but suddenly....</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I woke up to realize there's a woman hugging me tight while she's sleeping.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Kissed her forehead and we slept together.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">In the morning, there she is.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Making me breakfast for me.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Kissing me good morning and giving me a big smile.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">As I was eating, I heard some shouts from upstairs saying,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">"Good morning daddy!"</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">The kids rushing down to greet me.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Kissed by their mother.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Eating breakfast on the same table filled with love.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">School bus is here!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">We all rushed to the door accompanied by our beloved woman, my wife, their mother.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">We waved goodbye to them as they climbed aboard the school bus.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">There, my wife gave them the most beautiful smile ever to cheer the kids.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">As the school bus goes, I start to put on my shoes, ready to leave for work.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">The woman, my wife, grabs my hand, hold it in her's and kissed it.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">When the word "I love you" comes out of her heart, I kissed her forehead once again.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">As I get into the car, she stood there, looking at me with kindness, love, caring, worried and hoping.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I smiled back at her to let her know that everything is fine.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">As I back up my car, she waved.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">A hard wave as if she's not ready to see me leave.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">A smile from me confirms my answer that I will be fine.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">As the day passes, as my car going into the garage, she came running to the door.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">She opened the door with a big smile of relieve.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">A smile of love.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">She greeted me, again, by kissing my hand and saying welcome home.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">The kids, shouting "Daddy's home!" with full cheer.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">She pulled my hand, inviting me to the dining table.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">We sat there. Eating.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">We asked each other about how our day went.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Kids are doing their homeworks.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">While their mother teaches everything she could ever do.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">As I was having my rest after a long day at work.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">"Bed time!"</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I shouted.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">They all rushed to their bedrooms.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Kissed them goodnight.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">"Goodnight, daddy. We love you."</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">As I lay my head on the pillow, she came besides me.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Hugging me tight.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Not wanting to let go.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Kissed her forehead.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">"I love you."</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Is heard from her mouth.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">The next day I woke up.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I was shocked.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">There was noone with me.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I looked at every direction, every corner of the room, looking for the woman.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">And by that time, </span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I realized....</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">It was just a mere dream.</span>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-7593448983268914212013-10-22T09:44:00.000-07:002013-10-22T09:44:35.009-07:00It started from..... And now we're here. Part 2<span style="color: red;">Then, after she finally got her pay, she invited me to go to Bukit Merah with her along with her cousin and friends.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I told her that I had no money. She said it's okay, she'll use her own.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">It was a heavy burden to let her use her money but I just agreed.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Skipping to the trip, we both went there by my bike and her cousin and friends rode along with a rented car.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">It was a cool trip. I knew she was bored cause I heard she was singing behind me. Sometimes I joined her.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Bad news for us! Bukit Merah was closed that day for pool cleaning.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">What do we do??? Well, plan has been changed. We turned back and head to Ulu Paip.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Bla bla bla... We had so much fun (but tiring) there. We head back home straight after.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Total hours of riding my bike : 8 FREAGIN' HOURS!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">As I set foot infront of her house, I just straight away lay on the road!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">My back pain ache so much and it was a relieve that I got to lay down on that road. LOL!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">As time passed, it is time for her to go to university.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">She got into UITM Merbok.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Me? Still being a bum.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">For 6 months, we had gone through hell. Mostly her. (because I was such a stupid, pathetic fuck person)</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Less talking. Less meeting. More argues. More jealousy (mostly me). But it was still fine.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I got a job at Parkson as a temporary promoter on July. Worked my ass off for a month.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I was a sick, crazy bastard back then. I used to chase her assignment groups on the highway. Yeaah!!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I used to get kicked out of UITM by the guard because I went there to meet her but the guard was such a jerk and kicked me out.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Sometimes I would go and pick her up and send her back home on weekends. That's the only time I could meet her.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Times has changed. We talk less and more less. She's busy. I know. It was my mistake for not understanding her situations.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Then I got my college letter from ILP. I will be signing up on 9th of January last year.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">From that point on, everything turned upside down.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">The first week of college was hell.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">They took our phone for a week.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">No calls, no text.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Even after we got our phone, my phone was busted. The screen was shattered (my fault). And I only remembered her number and my parents'.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Credits were none.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">But if I got some, I will call her. And I did.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Times passed, we sometimes meet when I got back home on weekends. Bought her AC/DC shirt as a gift.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">She's a HUGE fan of AC/DC.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">But then.....</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">After a month of college, she's changed.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Less talk, less call. Even uninterested in our conversations.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">One last phone call.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">On that night, I had the guts to call her. At first, we talked but then, I suspected something was off.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I asked her straight away.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">"Awak, Orang nak tanya awak. Awak ada orang lain ka?".</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">She resisted to answer.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Until persuasions were done, she finally talked.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">"Hmmm...."</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">"Berapa lama dah?"</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">"Dalam sebulan lebih" (it was blurish so this is what I guessed what she said)</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">She used to tell me that her ex hurt her feelings before.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">She said "Macam pedang samurai cucuk kat hati"</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">And you know what? It was the exact thing I felt! LOL!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">BAM!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">My love, my girl, my light, my path to happiness..... gone.... within words.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">It has been more than a year now since that incident, I could still feel everything.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">EVERYTHING is still fresh. Like it was last week, like yesterday, an hour ago, like it just happened.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I can't get it out of my mind.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">My love for her is deep enough and I can't get it out.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I'm trapped in my own feelings for her.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Now, she's with her new Superman.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Jealous? Naaawwwww...</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">FUCK YES!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">But what can I do?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Maybe karma?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I took her from someone else. Now somebody has done the same to me.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">If you're reading this, yes, I still love you.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I know I can't do anything to get you back.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">But the pain is too big for me to handle.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">You cast me away like I'm nobody.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I hope, my questions will be answered,</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">You know what answers do I seek.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">-END-</span>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-16603752940898127992013-10-22T06:08:00.002-07:002013-10-22T06:23:16.170-07:00It started from..... And now we're here. Part 1<span style="color: red;">Have I ever told you guys how my love life start with... you know who?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Well, tonight Imma tell you guys how!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Bitch and biatches, calm yo tits coz Imma start now.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">It all started when my friend (name must remain secret but we'll call him PD), PD, who introduced her to me.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">At first, PD and her were close buddies and I had no interest for her at all. AT ALL.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Then he offered me to know her. I got her phone number but I never text her until that one day.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">So, long story short, me and another buddy, SI, were skipping our tuition, which she attend with us.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">As we were passing by the tuition class, I saw her just arrived at the class while she was parking her bike.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I had my crazy mood that time and I decided to scream her name (she was called Bewak that time) "BEWAK!".</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I didn't intend to make her notice but she did.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">She turned at me and I forgot what happened next.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Me and SI went to the nearest cyber cafe to hang out.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">While we were playing video games, at that time I made the decision to text her for the first time.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Guess what? She replied!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">So, we texted, she even said "Beruk/monyet pi mana?"</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">We were texting for quite a while.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">At that time, I had issues with my other ex girlfriend which my ex involved her in. (She had a boyfriend too)</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I even got yelled by his brother cause he thought I was her boyfriend that he beat up before. LOL!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I was so ashamed that I never contacted her after.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">So, one day, PD said to me, "Weh Man, Intan marah kat hang. Dia kata hang sombong lah apa lah."</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">I was like, "What the heck? I was ashamed and I don't want to burden you anymore."</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">So, back home, I texted her asking why and to apologize.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">So, we started contacting again.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">She let out her feelings to me about her boyfriend. I liked her so much that I actually helped her to be strong enough to break up. OR she had the strength all along. I don't know.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">Once, I told her that I'm a bad person. Never good enough for her. I can hurt her feelings or self.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">She was mad at for telling her that. (This is before we lost contact for a while)</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">We stayed up together (not literally, at each home that is) to watch FIFA.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">She cheered for German. (German vs Portugal [I think])</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Fun times.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">She broke off with he boyfriend.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Then after a month or so, she has opened her heart for me then we are together!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I remember our first date. We went out to Taman Jubli and wore striped shirts. It wasn't intended but it was a cool coincidence.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">We dated and dated.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">She got a job at Central Square as a promoter for Hot Blood Woman.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Me? I was nothing. LOL.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Sometimes I picked her up after work. Even went there while she was working to see her.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I remembered that time when she lost her money.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">We went for a lunch that time at CS's food court and I don't know how but she left her purse there.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">We only noticed that until she wanted to buy a lotion or shampoo at Watson/Guardian.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">She was like "Mana purse Orang?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">When she knew that she had left her purse, I quickly paid for the lotion/shampoo with my rm5 money which was the only money left on me. Yeah, I know. Sad. I was quite a bum that time. (even now).</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">After paying, I quickly ran to the food court which was on the 4th floor.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Found her purse but sigh... no luck.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">She went back to her stall.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">As I go to her, her friends and cousin (Panda) were trying to comfort her.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">When they saw me coming, they gave way for me to get to her.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I don't know how but suddenly, which sitting down on the floor, she came to hug me!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I was kneeling to her and she... there... hugging me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I even remember that I said to her that "Takpa. Mana tau pencuri tu turun escalator tersangkut jatuh mati ka.".</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">And she burst out laughing! That was the happiest moment of my life! Seeing her smile like that....</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Cont....</span>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-79693186491934444992013-10-22T03:05:00.000-07:002013-10-22T03:05:14.823-07:00Seeds<span style="color: red;">To be or not to be.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">But it has been that it is.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">For what it has become is what we have to suffer.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: red;">We went through <b>pain</b>...<b>agony</b>... but does it do anything to us?</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Did the flower became a fruit to us or just die and left us to grow another?</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">But the problem is... do we have another <b>SEED</b>?</span>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-31728895918835043432013-10-22T02:50:00.002-07:002013-10-22T02:50:08.622-07:00What a comeback<span style="color: red;"><b>WAADDDUUUUUUUPPP DUDES AND DUDETTES!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Be amazed for I have <b>RETURNED</b> to the blogging life!</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Do I need to reintroduce myself?</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Naaahhhhh....</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">And so my blogging life starts again.</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Chow!</b></span>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-27181746055318372742012-02-17T16:56:00.000-08:002012-02-17T16:56:21.666-08:00Crushing down<div style="color: red;"><b>I stand there watching my world came crushing down one bye one.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I couldn't do anything to it cause I'm weak and helpless.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I lay down my head and think for what I've done.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I cry as my world is going for a disaster.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I watch as my friends and families bashed on me.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I listen as my hobbies and interests go away.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I let my tears running down my cheek as I saw my loved one go.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I couldn't anything even when I try.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Fixing all these makes me weaker and weaker.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>As there is no one else stands behind me.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I used to be loved and I used to love and I still do.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I couldn't let my hand loosen it's grip for the one I love.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Yet, I can only watch as she walks away.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>My friends and families couldn't understand me.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>All they ever say was "There is someone better".</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>How could I find someone better when she was the best for me?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>My heart chose her.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>My brain agrees.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>All I ever wanted is to have her back.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Even if I die trying.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I'd do anything to have the one I love.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Even if it takes eternity.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>That's how much I love you Intan Norhasyimah.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Only god knows how much it is.</b></div>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-47770403585717025822012-02-16T04:46:00.000-08:002012-02-16T04:48:56.634-08:00Lost and lose<div style="color: red;"><b>Sup' dudes and dudettes.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>It's been one month now since I went to ILP Jitra and it's freaking me out.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>It's not about the education that's freaking me out.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>It's what happened to me that's freaking me out.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Last week, I lost my bike (CBR) to my own brother who is too selfish for himself.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I wanted to use the CBR last week and I text him the evening before I came home but he didn't reply.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>At about 8.30 pm, when we (me and my friend, Daus) were already on the way, I text him to tell that we were on the way to pick the bike up.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>By then he replied back.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>He's not giving the bike.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I told him that I need to use it.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>He didn't reply.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>We arrived at his apartment and I didn't told him that we've arrived but I went for a search instead.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>We searched for the bike first.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>There wasn't any sign of the CBR.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>By then I text him saying him I've arrived.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>He didn't even reply.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>He took the bike away!</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Just because didn't want to give it to me!</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>He rode the bike to somewhere else just for not giving it to me!</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>FUCK THAT!</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>So, I've lost the bike (not literally) to him for his fucking selfish attitudes.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>So, what did I lose?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I lost in the world of love.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I lost the one I love.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I am too weak, I am too stupid.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>What happened?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Well, I found out (she told me actually) that my gf has somebody else.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Well, it's my fault for not taking good care of her. </b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Hearts can change right?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Her heart has been taken by someone else.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Yet, my heart is still for her.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I still don't understand why.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>My mind is full of questions.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Why <span style="font-size: large;">why <span style="font-size: x-large;">why?</span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><br />
sigh....</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I just need an answer.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I can't let her go just like that.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I love her with all my heart.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Eventhough my heart is broken, I still believe somewhere deep in her heart, she still loves me.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I hope so.....</b></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><b>I swore to her and myself that I will NEVER stop loving her and I will wait for her FOREVER.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><b>I don't care if she's with the other guy but as long as I don't lose her, I'm glad. </b><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>I LOVE YOU, INTAN NORHASYIMAH</b></span>.</div>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-18248436084298815782012-02-10T02:45:00.000-08:002012-02-10T02:45:24.686-08:00What's up with the dealio?<div style="color: red;"><b>Hey hey hey.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>What's going down guys.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Well, that's me going down cause life has been sucks this 2 months.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Why?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Well, I got problems with my gf.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Got a lot of assignments.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Lack of sleep.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Lack of money.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>But hey, it's a part of life.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Difficulty comes first before you can relax.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I'm not complaining but,come to think of it, I deserve all of this.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Especially with my problems with my gf.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Nothing much actually.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I'm busy and so does she.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I'm staying so far away.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>But I come back every week.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I know I'm busy but I never forget about her</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>But, just to think of it, why doesn't she contact me at all?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Why?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Too busy?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I'm a no body, I know.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Honestly, this relationship is going no where without efforts from both side.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>And honestly I say, if she doesn't want me or she got another guy that she likes, I'm willing to let her go.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>As long as there are no fake stuffs going on around us.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I'm busy, I know.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>But, I always find the time to call or text her.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>But do I get any respond?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Nope.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Do I get any call backs?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Nope.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Okay, she may not have any credits to text me, I understand.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>But, it's already 5 days and she still doesn't contact me.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Too lazy to top up or what?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Seriously Intan, if you doesn't want to continue this relationship, let me know.</b></div>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-64322453048992191202011-12-19T21:03:00.001-08:002011-12-19T21:03:52.137-08:00Plans....<div style="color: red;"><b>Welp...</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Plans could go wrong sometimes.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>But, when it all went as planned, you can say loudly, "LIKE A BOSS!".</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Well, for me, not yet.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I missed the date, the day and such.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Plans are ruined because of a stupid calendar.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>So, today I hope I could fix it all back.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Hopefully....</b></div>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-74453832163453395142011-12-04T21:42:00.000-08:002011-12-04T21:42:50.822-08:00Bike problem .<div style="color: red;"><b>Sigh*</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Early morning complaints....</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Well, just now I went to take out the CBR's battery to be taken to be charged.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Then, I realized all my friends said that the CBR's butt is tilted or should I say 'senget'.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Anyway, I took out the side fairings to find out why.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Then, there's a rod that supports the pillion (back rider or passenger) is broken.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I was like, okay....</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Sigh...Need to go to a welding store to weld that thing back together but then again, the battery has been sent to the workshop.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I can't start the bike.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Sigh.....</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>So, I've decided to go and pick up the roadtax first then then pick up the battery then go weld the damn thing back together.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Easy?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I don't think so.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Need some extra cash to do all those things.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>BIG SIGH*</b></div>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-84166433648512304222011-12-04T05:22:00.001-08:002011-12-04T05:23:02.468-08:00Motorcycle Vlogging.<div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Wassup wassup wassup dudes and dudettes.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Yeah, I'm still alive.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Still kickin' the road....not really.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Well, the roadtax for the CBR died actually.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>For almost a month now.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>But 2 days ago, I went to renew it.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>It costs about RM17++!</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Can you believe that?!</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Anyway, let's forget about that for now.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Today, I just wanna tell you guys that Andre started vlogging.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Motorcycle VLOGGING!</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>What's vlogging?</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>It's Video Blogging.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Like Anwar Hadi and Mat Luthfi but on motorcycle.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>You get the picture.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>So, please check out his channel and videos.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>I'll put a link to his video.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Again, if you have a YouTube account please subscribe to him.</b></div><div style="color: red; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><b>Thanks.</b></div><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uFYPyCkFEjc" width="420"></iframe>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-64726569199467984522011-10-30T12:37:00.000-07:002011-10-30T12:37:48.502-07:00Having fun?<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I don't wanna start a blog war here but just a simple message to you.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Please, please oh, please look at yourself.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Are you proud being like that?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You like what you did?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You're not even 18 and you're like, wanna hang out every time.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You're a woman.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Be a woman!</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Don't be an idiot and think what your responsibilities are.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You're in college.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Wooo! Time to have fun! Let's hang out together!</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Seriously?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You're just saying.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Yeah I get it.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">If you said it then that means you want it!</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Look at your language when you're writing your blogs!</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I mean, are you proud with that?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Seeing a woman talking or writing like that.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Seriously.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">It's your life and I don't have rights for you?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Well, I am your boyfriend right?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Still not enough?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Well, I don't wanna get into the religious part cause I know you'll be like, yeah yeah fine.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">See?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">OPEN YOUR EYES</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">OPEN YOUR MIND</span></b>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-38415025871925816622011-10-29T12:02:00.000-07:002011-10-29T12:02:40.596-07:00Look at yourself<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You didn't understand even when I told you a lot of times.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I asked you to read your blogs (note the S) and to look at yourself.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Do I need to explain?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">First of, you are a woman.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">That's the first clue.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Still don't get it?</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Well then, probably you're not a woman at all.</span></b>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-62270055391087356352011-10-26T13:00:00.000-07:002011-10-26T13:00:49.057-07:00What's more important?<div style="color: red;"><b>I'm sick of everything.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I'm tired of drama.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>I hate everything that happens.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><b>I ask you ONE more fucking time.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><b>Are you DONE having fun?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>Or are you still wanna go out with your friends and have fun?</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>NO, I'm not saying you're desperate.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>NO, you wouldn't understand even if I tell everything to you.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>You need to UNDERSTAND.</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>WHY CAN'T YOU DO THAT?!</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">WHY?</span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Now, I tell you one more time.</span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">If you're not done having fun with your 'friends', DO NOT EVER come to me UNTIL you understand what I mean.</span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Still don't understand?</span> </span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Here's what I mean.</span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">If you still in your own WORLD and just wanna LEPAK, KAROK, MAKAN AIS KRIM and what the fuck you always do, DON'T ever come to me until you stop doing it.</span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">And FUCK NO, it doesn't mean if you did it today or yesterday or whenever the fuck you did, it's about YOU NEED TO STOP DOING IT!</span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">NOW DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK I'M TALKING ABOUT? HUH?!</span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Well, now that I told you, I guess you won't think anymore right?</span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Oh well, you never do.</span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Look at yourself.</span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Are you proud doing those things?</span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Are you?!</span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Oh guess what?</span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I guess you DO because You like doing those things!</span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><br />
</div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well, I guess I don't have to give a fuck anymore.</span></span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because if you have read till this far, you SHOULD UNDERSTAND.</span></span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm sorry because I have to use the word <span style="font-size: x-large;">FUCK <span style="font-size: small;">in this one because I just don't give a FUCK anymore!</span></span> </span> </span></span></b></div><div style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="color: red;"><b>So long fuckers!</b></div>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-58645769049599991252011-10-23T12:08:00.000-07:002011-10-23T12:08:35.046-07:00The Death of Marco Simoncelli aka SuperSic<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Today, something tragic had happened in the world of motorcycle racing.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Marco Simoncelli or also known as SuperSic, died at Sepang International Circuit or we just call it Sepang due to his injuries from crashing.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">It was a sad moment when I saw him crashed.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I was surprised when I saw him crashed.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I was hoping he would get up and walk away.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">But he didn't.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I thought he was unconscious and hoping he could recover after.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">When the race was cancelled, I knew something was wrong.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I saw some guy talking to each racer at the pit.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Seeing their face and thinking to myself "Is he dead?".</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">After I got to the internet, I was shocked about how right I was.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I felt like I wanna cry.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I felt like I wanna die.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Because I just saw a guy died in live tv.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">It was very tragic!</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">He crashed on the 2nd lap.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">At first, he fell from his bike but still trying to hang on to his bike.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">But the bike gone swerving to Colin Edwards's and Valentino Rossi's path and got slammed by BOTH of them.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">His helmet flew off right after the crash and he was sliding unconsciously on the track.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">YES. His helmet FLEW off.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">He died at such young age of 24 years old.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Anyway, the world of motorcycle racing will all mourn for his death.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Goodbye SuperSic.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">We will miss you.</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/296387_2292974722752_1200560626_32109328_1561779633_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/296387_2292974722752_1200560626_32109328_1561779633_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-86954639357954976122011-10-21T08:23:00.001-07:002011-10-21T08:23:45.941-07:00The amazing flying exhaust silencer.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cbvUqHgG6rk?hl=en&fs=1" width="425"></iframe>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-85224132622283905872011-10-20T07:45:00.000-07:002011-10-20T07:47:50.625-07:00It's near!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>It's near!!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>What's near?!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>It's fucking near!!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>What's fucking near?!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Aarrrrghhh!!!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>A bit too much eh?</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Lol.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Don't worry, I'm still fine at the moment.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>So, what's near?</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>It's our anniversary.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>3rd of November on Wednesday at 11.45 pm.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Hell yeah I remembered it!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Never forget about it.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Am I nervous?</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Fuck YEAH!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>We're gonna be together for 1 year now!</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Am I happy?</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Girl, you don't know how happy I am.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>And this is our FIRST picture on our FIRST date.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>That's all for today. Tata~</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
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</b></span>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-52842251545709101492011-10-20T07:37:00.000-07:002011-10-20T07:37:37.656-07:00I CRASHED......Again!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>I know right?</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>But nothing serious.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Just scrapped my right knee.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Pretty bad......</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>That's the only damage.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Oh, and a bruise on my left hips.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>What happened?</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>I had a low side crash when trying to go for a corner.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Don't understand?</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Of course.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>You guys are not riders.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>It means the rear tyre went sliding when I'm taking a corner which causing the bike to fall...along with me that is.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>It wasn't my bike.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>It was Andre's.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Poor him.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>I crashed his bike like, 2 times already.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Wanna see the pictures?</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Ahh...I'm too lazy to upload it.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Just go to my Tumblr to see it.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Or my Facebook.</b></span>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-17443472191026527322011-10-20T07:29:00.000-07:002011-10-20T07:29:44.277-07:00My Photography Tumblr.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>As the title says, I made a Tumblr for 'my' photography thingy.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>I like photography but NOT editing pictures.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>I like natural pictures because if you can get an amazing picture without editing, you ARE one truly amazing photographer.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Well, that's my point of view.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Nobody cares right?</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Anyway, don't forget to drop by and follow me on Tumblr (if you have one).</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><a href="http://www.hizmanhishamphotography.tumblr.com/">www.hizmanhishamphotography.tumblr.com/</a></b></span>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-19714262865243970472011-10-20T07:24:00.000-07:002011-10-20T07:24:38.749-07:00Sorry guys!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Sorry guys.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>I truly am.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>I haven't updated this blog a long time.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>It's just that I don't have any fucking idea what to write.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Well, I'm writing down soon so wait for the next post! =D</b></span>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-2421597159411246772011-09-28T14:21:00.000-07:002011-09-28T14:21:58.134-07:00Is this blog still alive?<span><span style="background-color: red;"></span></span><b><span style="background-color: white; color: red;">Hey yaaa guys!</span><span style="background-color: white;"></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Yeah the blog is still alive.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">But, I'm not.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">*awkward silence*</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Bahaha!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Just kidding.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Of course I'm still alive.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Lately I've been busy with my life.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Never got the chance to update my blogs and my vlogs.</span></b><br />
<br />
<b><span style="color: red;">*He's lying. He had all the time but he's just lazy!*</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;"> </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Shuh!!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Damn you evil side.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Okay, you got me.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">I was too lazy actually.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">I got nothing to say.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Blank!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Complete blank!!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;">Even when I wanna make a vlog, it just turns into a riding video.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: red;"> </span></b><span style="color: red;"><b>By the way, my English is getting worst and worst.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>I need to start over.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Anyone care to come and talk English with me?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Ha? Ha?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Nobody?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>*epic sad face*</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b> Anyway, just wanna make sure that you guys know that I'm still alive and kickin'.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>Oh, by the way, me and other biker guys planned on going to Cameron Highlands this Saturday.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>I wish I could go if I had the money.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>*sad face*</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Really wanna go.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>I hope I could go if one of the riders sponsored my fuel.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Just my fuel.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>I don't care about foods!</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Uh...</b></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Maybe that's all?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>See ya!</b></span>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-4903622838628015762011-09-15T13:53:00.001-07:002011-09-15T13:57:55.227-07:00Guess who?<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Isn't she pretty when she wears the scarf?<br />I've fallen in love again and again as I see her wear it.<br />But, she's not wearing it when going out. :(<br />She doesn't know how much I love seeing her like this.<br />Seriously, who could resist?<br />Agreed?<br />Comment please.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpV_oiKOjtIgmB2gLOoAhH8Bww6FCDeUm-jyLZRB8_v1AC3hJFr-_-LdRcMEOS9enLbi7wMk8ySrcM6u5qjvP-cy7zJcRX79zlFN6_I_XWYj2Ldb3aA16kTgByFAoFAr58eBGcltVI5lI/s1600/298930_2393019506907_1293497096_32931853_457528800_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 374px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpV_oiKOjtIgmB2gLOoAhH8Bww6FCDeUm-jyLZRB8_v1AC3hJFr-_-LdRcMEOS9enLbi7wMk8ySrcM6u5qjvP-cy7zJcRX79zlFN6_I_XWYj2Ldb3aA16kTgByFAoFAr58eBGcltVI5lI/s200/298930_2393019506907_1293497096_32931853_457528800_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652692875451435410" border="0" /></a>Hizmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07320059735326350934noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962239783731516152.post-54113693722331995472011-09-04T12:08:00.000-07:002011-09-04T12:25:29.770-07:00Crashes Pics<a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/292025_258269087528869_100000373403128_852573_5811777_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/292025_258269087528869_100000373403128_852573_5811777_n.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" width="400" /></a>
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