<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:47:12.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Your Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Never lie, cheat, steal or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must cheat, cheat death. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. And if you must drink, drink to the moments that take your breath away.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-5878960009696673575</id><published>2010-10-15T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:32:30.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Paradigm Shift</title><content type='html'>Wow! It's been so long since I last wrote anything here. My last post was over a year ago I think. Since then, a lot has changed. Firstly, I'm now in Taylor's College Sri Hartamas. Yupppppp. I'm doing my A-Levels now. I've met a lot of new people since I've entered college. Nice ones. Bad ones. Annoying ones. And those who are downright weird. But weirdest of all i have to say is Zamir Abdul Kayum. Zamir is the oddball la basically. He does the randomest things, I swear. He'll kutuk you like nobody's business. Eventhough, he's tough and buff on the outside, he has good intentions and he'll have your back once he's close enough to you and respects you enough. He's loyal, I'll give 'im that much. Bro's fo' life man.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up is Nur Sonia Bawany. Sonia here is Zamir's girlfriend. She can be a bitch most of the time but when you need her she'll be there. I've been on the receiving end of her shit many a time. But, i have to note, that all her shit is true. She is blatantly honest but her honesty makes you realize certain situations and the real impact of it. She's been a good friend to me and I appreciate everything she and Zamir have done for me. Btw, they've just celebrated their 1 year anniversary on the 12th of October. So Congratulations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've saved the best for last. Erika Hana Putri :) What can I say about her. She's the person that's made my 2010. She's my best friend throughout college so far :) Safe to say, I couldn't have gone through everything I did this year without her. We have so many awesome memories :) First of which is... buying our English Legal System text book together. And since then, we've just gone from strength to strength. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure we've had fights and disagreements. But that's only because we're so damn opinionated :) But in the end, our bond becomes stronger than before we fight. Go figure :) I remember when we started out as just classmates. Then slowly, we became closer and became friends. I started sitting next to her in Math class... I started going for lunch with her, Zamir and Sonia. The four of us started going out on the weekends :) Everything :) Then when Sharwind left at the end of March, we became best friends. She knew above all else that she could rely on me and me LIKEWISE ;) The whole of semester one was amazing thanks to her! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above all else, she's done and sacrificed so much and I've done the same. She's just an incredible person inside and out. I'd bet that every 3/5 guys that have met her were attracted to her at one point or another in their lives. She's witty, intelligent, smart and above all she's just a kind person. I, for one, am glad that she has associated herself with me :) Sure, she might be a little blur and occasionally has her dumb blonde moments. But to be honest, which interesting girl isn't a little bit of that right? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I'm not gonna lie and say she's perfect and doesn't have any flaws. She's irritating sometimes. And she likes to complain A LOT! But that's just HER. I wouldn't have her be any other way. Her desirable traits outweigh her flaws :) BY A FREAKING MILE :) That's my best friend and I just hope that I've touched her life as deeply and as warmly as she has touched mine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so that's it for this post. I'll see when I feel like blogging again. But I sure think it's not anytime within the near future. Till then, hasta la vego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-5878960009696673575?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/5878960009696673575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/5878960009696673575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2010/10/paradigm-shift.html' title='A Paradigm Shift'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-8083660055789296607</id><published>2010-01-30T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:47:06.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Har dee har har</title><content type='html'>You were right I guess. You guys lost me the moment you people didn't show up at sunway. Not after. Not before. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-8083660055789296607?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/8083660055789296607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/8083660055789296607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/har-dee-har-har.html' title='Har dee har har'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-1829076869144692569</id><published>2009-12-07T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T04:47:10.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm serious guys. You guys better show up on wednesday. If any of you don't, I don't ever wanna see your face ever again. Nampak sgt korang lupa kawan. How many fucking times have I been there to listen to all your fucking problems? How many fucking times did I seat with you guys for recess eventhough my other friends came to school? Even when I was busy or had something to do I would be there and listen. Now this is how you guys treat me? Some fucking friends indeed. I'm putting my form 5 friends aside for awhile so that I have time for you guys. Because I know that this might be the last time I see any of you. And for those of you that cannot appreciate that, then we're better off not being friends at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that cannot make it tu I understand. Like ekin tu, if her mum x kasi okay I understand. I can't go against her mum plak. The ironic thing is before school ended sume kata "tada hal la Bahrain. Fr you anything jalan." skrg pundeeekkkkkk. Sikit pon tada. Yg boleh harap Faris and Misha. I don't know laa. Mmg betul la mamat tu ckp. "melayu mudah lupa"    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-1829076869144692569?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/1829076869144692569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/1829076869144692569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-serious-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-8998323810060073843</id><published>2009-11-02T02:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:20:53.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Die Tonight......</title><content type='html'>.......I'd die a happy man. Honestly. :) I have the most amazing girlfriend that any guy can ever have. The greatest friends. I've had an amazingly eventful life to the point where I would be content with not experiencing the rest of my life. :) No god, I'm not wishing to die tonight. Nopeeee. I'm just saying that I'm thankful to be blessed with all these great people on my life. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fame, money and power can give you happiness. Yup they can. And whoever says otherwise is just trying to be Dalai Lama-ish. Come on, haven't any of you smiled so wide till your jaw hurts right after you bought something expensive to wear/use? Middle finger up to you if you haven't. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is although these things do give you happiness, it's only temporary. After that something gets a week old you'll say,"I need a newer one". But with friends that never happens. You'll never say you NEED a new friend. It'll make you sound like a complete and utter jackass! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the life I've had and the type of friendships that I've forged, most people spend years to achieve the same thing. And I'm thankful that you guys have always had my back. Whenever, wherever. :) thanks guys. It means a lot to me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-8998323810060073843?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/8998323810060073843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/8998323810060073843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-die-tonight.html' title='If I Die Tonight......'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-1956502532994461909</id><published>2009-10-30T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:12:07.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna turn back time :(</title><content type='html'>So I'd never thought I'd say this but I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; want school to end. I mean like seriously, everyday just seems to go faster and faster lately. The weeks feel like days and the days feel like hours. It's sad, really. :,-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this year has been the best year of my life. No, not because I represented my school in something for the first time this year. Not because this is my last school year. No. It's actually because of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I made. I mean who would've thought that I'd be dancing a tradisional dance with people I barely even knew 7 months ago? I was actually pressured into it by my friend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amir Syafiq bin Azhar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And thank god he did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That led to me experiencing the best 6 months I've ever lived. Honestly. And frankly, I'm just not satisfied yet. It's been too short a time for me to get to know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Misha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ekin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sab&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Syuhadah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and the rest. But in the time that I &lt;b&gt;HAVE&lt;/b&gt; had with them, I enjoyed immensely. To the point where I know some of them inside out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I've had my fair share of downs in the past year as well as ups. I've been through a very very &lt;b&gt;VERY&lt;/b&gt; bad break up. But later found someone who is sooooo much more suitable for me and who, in my humble opinion, loves me more than anyone ever did: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farhin Fateha binti Azim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :) Love you babe! Not to mention I've ran into trouble more than once this year. &lt;b&gt;MAJOR&lt;/b&gt; trouble. But let's not get into that shall we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the friends part, I honestly can't imagine my life without these few &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;FESTARIANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Namely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Anis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. They helped me through my rough patches and also they supported me when I was doing well. I'm not saying the rest are useless. Noooooo! Hellll no! All I'm saying is that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Faris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are the ones that made the biggest impact on me. :) Sooo, I'll pay a little tribute to all of you. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kannn. Haih. Honestly Anis I tak tau hidup I macam mana kalau you takde. Serious. :) You've been there for me through anything and everything. And I hope I was the same for you too. :) I just nak cakap thank you and I'll miss you but we'll still hangout k? Just gimme a call anytime. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;FARIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro! Kau memang kawan yang baik. Aku ada masalah ke, apa ke kau confirm tolong aku bai. And kawan macam tu memang susah nak cari. So aku bernasib baik laa untuk dapat kawan macam kau. Aku cakap kat kau masa time &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Festari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lagi bai, kau nak pape call je aku. Kalau aku boleh tolong definitely aku akan tolong. :) thank you bro and I'm going to miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;MISHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha! Bai aku xle lupa time Rozana kita bai. Search pon akan kasi tabik sma Kota wa cakap sama lu. Ahaha. Kau memang the best Misha. Aku akan teringatkan kau Misha. Sampai bila-bila. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;EKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our president yang kecil tetapi garang nak mampus! Ahaha. Kalau tak pasal dia, confirm we wouldn't have gotten to the finals. Berapa kali dia merajuk dgn kitorg sebab tak dengar cakap punya pasal. Ahaha. Ekin you bagi I advice not too long ago and I was, I admit, cocky about it at the time. But I'm not ashamed to say that sekarang I dah ikut that advice and I hope sampai bila-bila we can remain friends. :) Thanksand sorry for everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;SYUHADAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my ex. She's cute, perky, and fun to be around. I've had a whole lot of fun with her and I hope she'll never forget me no matter what. :) I've said some hurtful things to her in the past and I hope she'll one day forgive me for it. Know that I still care about you as a friend and you can come to me about anything. I'll help you if I can. :) For what it's worth, I really did enjoy our moments together. They meant a lot to me. Memories that will last me a lifetime. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. The people that changed my life amazingly over this past 6 months. You guys will always be in my thoughts. I've had fun. I've had sadness. Yet I'm okay with all that. I'm okay with a life that's been up and down. After all, what's the thrill of a life that just goes well all the time? ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-1956502532994461909?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/1956502532994461909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/1956502532994461909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-turn-back-time.html' title='I wanna turn back time :('/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-4872027576088333494</id><published>2009-10-16T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:01:47.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Saaa!</title><content type='html'>For those of you that are wandering about the title.......&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Liesa&lt;/span&gt; called me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;McDreamy&lt;/span&gt; people!!!! Hahaha. Thanks &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Saa&lt;/span&gt;! Didn't know i was THAT good-looking. Ahaha. Well then again what are best friends for kan??? Ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-4872027576088333494?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/4872027576088333494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/4872027576088333494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-saaa.html' title='Thanks Saaa!'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-2272921356316130870</id><published>2009-10-16T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T05:10:01.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Fun</title><content type='html'>So today has got to be my luckiest day ever. Started at 9.30. I was waken up by a phone call by Maxis. Turns out my new iPhone arrived early. Waaaaayyyyy early. So after Friday Prayers, went to pick it up. After that went to visit the grandparents who happened to be down with something. Stayed there till about 5.30 then went to Tropicana City Mall. Walked around a little bit then proceeded for dindin's at The Waterlily, Mutiara Tropicana. Food's quite amazing actually. Indonesian food, to be exact. I just got home about 20 mins ago and currently in the process of restoring my iPhone then gonna head for bed. Ciao people. So fucking tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-2272921356316130870?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/2272921356316130870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/2272921356316130870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/pure-fun.html' title='Pure Fun'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-25546853764782085</id><published>2009-10-12T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:55:34.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Yo people. Guess what? I fucked up my left ankle again. That's like the third time this year. -_- Seriously it's getting bloody fucking annoying. So today has been mediocre at best, boring at worst. Not too bad, right? Wrong! Tell me how the fuck am i suppose to walk around with practically only ONE functioning foot? Bollocks. Anyways, back to the day's story, today all 6 of us came to school which felt like something that hadn't happened in a long time. Lately it's only been me and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Cong&lt;/span&gt; coming to school cause the rest are all lazy fucks right? AHAHA. My iPhone's suffering from god knows what so I'll be taking that to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;axis &lt;/span&gt;in the morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, i think I've experienced my best ever school day on Friday last week. I mean it's been a long time since i hung out with my form 3 classmates. So that brought back some nostalgic feelings la. ;-) So anyways, I've been facing sort of an emotional dilemma, hence, the post titled, "Can't Fight This Feeling". Honestly, I love my girlfriend, It's just that i felt guilty to her for allowing myself to be in a situation where "old feelings" start to crop up again. And for that babe, i apologize from the bottom of my heart. I honestly don't know why i did what i did. But if anything, that post should prove to you that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;are the only one in my heart. :-) Damn, that's cheesy. Haha. Well ciao peeps. See ya when the sun comes up. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-25546853764782085?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/25546853764782085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/25546853764782085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-6258220262271388617</id><published>2009-10-10T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:18:03.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Fight This Feeling</title><content type='html'>I have personally had my ups and downs when it comes to relationships. Relax! I'm not gonna bore you with my life's story. Nope. I'm gonna talk about something rather more, for want of a better word, general. No, not sex. But LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, love is many thins to many people. Some people say it's that feeling you get when u just realized you've found The One. Some people just say it's "magical comfort food for the weak and uneducated". Most accurate definition of love that I've heard? "your souls's recognition of it's counterpart in another". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, as contrary to popular belief, is more than just feeling fond or caring about someone very deeply. It's way more than that. It's compatibility that you share with your partner. Something you develop over a certain amount of time. So this notion completely debunks the phrase "love at first sight". Sure you can feel attracted to a person the first time you see them, but that's just what it is. Attraction. But to be able to live with someone through thick and thin, paradise or hell, and be there for them everytime, that's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there are gonna be fights and misunderstandings but love, real love, just pulls you through all that. I mean, who's to say that a couple that's been together for 50 years have never had fights? Nobody's perfect and a couple that realizes that about each other are the ones that are gonna last a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say here is that sometimes you get sick of each other's faces. Sometimes you feel like you don't wanna hold them in your arms anymore. But loves always pulls you back together. If it doesn't it's not love. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is: why do people chase this feeling even when they know 70% of the time, that they're not gonna find it? Well it's because love makes you do crazy things. And you don't care. Because the joy and happiness, you might feel is just so much more worth it compared to the occasional pain you feel. I strongly believe in this fact. Love is definitely comfort alright but not only for the weak and uneducated, for everyone. Embrace it guys, it'll blow your mind. :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this as my way of expressing my feelings for my girlfriend, Farhin Fateha. I love you, babe. More than anything. And know that I'll always, always be there for you when you need me. I LOVE YOU.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-6258220262271388617?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/6258220262271388617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/6258220262271388617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-fight-this-feeling.html' title='Can&amp;#39;t Fight This Feeling'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-9182054295278148723</id><published>2009-09-30T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:13:08.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Active again</title><content type='html'>Yo. My blog is officially active again. FYI, this is my first post from my iPhone. I'll be updating everyday from now on. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-9182054295278148723?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/9182054295278148723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/9182054295278148723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/active-again.html' title='Active again'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-5681422900417182798</id><published>2009-08-24T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:02:28.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a few new lines for you guys to think about:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Players never die. We just move to another table"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-Uncle Wayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Love is magical comfort food for the weak and uneducated"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;-Connor Mead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someone in their right mind tellme that they are BULLSHITTING. I got this from one of the best movies ever made &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ghosts of Girlfriends Past&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&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/3861065916014553143-5681422900417182798?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/5681422900417182798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/5681422900417182798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-few-new-lines-for-you-guys-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-6832450397613784614</id><published>2009-07-13T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:21:00.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down and Out</title><content type='html'>Hey guys sorry i haven't been updating my blog in awhile. Just been really busy with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Malam Bakat&lt;/span&gt; and all. So anyways, latest update is that i potentially have Dengue fever. Did the blood test yesterday and will be getting the results later this evening. So don't worry guys i'll be up and about in a week's time most probably.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Malam Bakat, &lt;/span&gt;it was actually entertaining. All the guys in the team got there just as the drum performance was about to start but we didn't go straight in because we left our ticks with Misha. So they went to the cafeteria to chomp down McD while i went down to the entrance to wait for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Farhyn&lt;/span&gt;. She got there at 8, i think. So when she arrived we walked to the cafeteria as the girls were yet to arrive! Really? Does it take that long to do 6 people's make-up? Anyways, the girls got reached &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;KBU&lt;/span&gt; at 8.30. I introduced &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Farhyn&lt;/span&gt; to my friends and thank god they all could get along with her. So, as soon as Misha arrived i took my ticks and went into the hall with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Farhyn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;The Jijol&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Mims&lt;/span&gt;. The show was good people shouting everywhere, just like a real concert. When i was done with my performance, i got changed met up with the rest and went down to McD. Yam-cha-ed while waiting for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Farhyn&lt;/span&gt;'s sister to come pick her up. Once she left, i got a ride with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Mallek &lt;/span&gt;and spent the night at his place. So that's all for now, i guess. Ciao peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'm too fucking bored at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-6832450397613784614?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/6832450397613784614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/6832450397613784614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-and-out.html' title='Down and Out'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-3966597892596652169</id><published>2009-07-03T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:34:34.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;001. Real Name :Kamarul Bahrain Bin Kamarul Azhar&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s) :  Bahrain, T.I.(haha)&lt;br /&gt;003. Age : Soon to be 17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope : Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;005. Gender : Male&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary : Can't recall&lt;br /&gt;007. Primary School : SK Bandar Utama Damansara&lt;br /&gt;008. Secondary School : SMK Bandar Utama Damansara (4)&lt;br /&gt;009. College : Hopefully Taylor's&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair Colour : Black with shades of brown&lt;br /&gt;011. Hair Length : Too Short&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud Or Quiet : Loud, really loud&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans : Jeans&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera : A phone with a camera&lt;br /&gt;015. Health Freak : I take care of myself&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke : If you know me well enough, you would know.&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone : Farhyn&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink : Both&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings : Getting one after SPM&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos : Soon&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti-Social : Social, Definitely&lt;br /&gt;022. Righty or lefty : Right&lt;br /&gt;023. First Piercing : Ear, most probably&lt;br /&gt;024. First &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; : First real one that actually means something? Right now&lt;br /&gt;025. First Best Friend : Amir Ishak&lt;br /&gt;026. First Award : Ntah&lt;br /&gt;027. First Kiss : Again you have to know me to know this&lt;br /&gt;028. First Pet : Never had one&lt;br /&gt;029. First Big Vacation : Australia&lt;br /&gt;030. First love at first sight : probably, under the right circumstances&lt;br /&gt;031. First Big Birthday : When i turned 2&lt;br /&gt;032. First Surgery : Not yet&lt;br /&gt;033. First sport you joined : Footbal/ Soccer&lt;br /&gt;034. Orange or Apple juice : Fresh Orange Padang Kota&lt;br /&gt;035. Rock or Rap : Rap&lt;br /&gt;036. Country or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Screamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; : Neither&lt;br /&gt;037. N-SYNC or Backstreet Boys : N-SYNC&lt;br /&gt;038. Britney Spears or Christina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; : Britney&lt;br /&gt;039. Night or Day : Night&lt;br /&gt;040. Sun or Moon : Stars&lt;br /&gt;041. TV or Internet : Internet&lt;br /&gt;042. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;PlayStation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;PlayStation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043. Kiss or Hug : When you're on the bed it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;044. Iguana or Turtle : Iguana&lt;br /&gt;045. Spider or Bee : None&lt;br /&gt;046. Fall or Spring : Fall&lt;br /&gt;047. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Limewire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;048. Soccer or Baseball : Soccer&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating : A burger&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking : Coke&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level : Alright je&lt;br /&gt;052. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; about to : Study&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: nothing&lt;br /&gt;054. Plans for today: heading to Bangi later&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for : the right moment to ask her&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy level : Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking about someone : yessss&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids : Open for discussion Haha&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married : so that i can eat out bcos my wife doesn't knw how to cook&lt;br /&gt;060. When : when i become the PM of Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;061. How many kids do you want : Open for discussion&lt;br /&gt;062. Any name in mind : Nope&lt;br /&gt;063. is missing (???) : Farhyn&lt;br /&gt;064. is missing : Farhyn&lt;br /&gt;065. Mellow future or Wild : Wild&lt;br /&gt;066. Something you would never try : Eat cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;067. Which is better in a girl : Her heart&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes : Eyes&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny : Romantic&lt;br /&gt;070. is missing : my ring&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring : Caring&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous : Spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice stomach or Nice Arms : Whole Body&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud : Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; : Relationship&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble-maker or Hesitant : Trouble-maker&lt;br /&gt;077. Muscular or normal : Normal&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger : Nope&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken a bone : Dislocated Shoulder&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/ contacts : yeah&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home : Nope&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense : Yup&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody : Nope&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; heart : Dunno&lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken : nope, but it took me awhile to realise that&lt;br /&gt;086. Been arrested : Nope&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died : nope&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend : nope&lt;br /&gt;089. Do you believe in yourself : Yes&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles : Yes&lt;br /&gt;091. is missing ??? : bodoh&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven : A litlle of both to keep me on the edge&lt;br /&gt;093. When do you want to die : when the times is right&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy : too old for that&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on a first date : Nope&lt;br /&gt;096. Dream Girl: 80% Angel, 20% Devil&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now : Farhyn&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with your life rite now : Yes actually, happiest i've been in quite awhile&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God : Allah S.W.T.&lt;br /&gt;100. Will you post this as 100 truths and tag 10 people : 5 je eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I tag:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Anis Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Aisya Aminuddin Baki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Jin Wai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Jenny C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Elisa Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&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/3861065916014553143-3966597892596652169?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/3966597892596652169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/3966597892596652169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/07/100-truths.html' title='100 Truths'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-3595679055154267625</id><published>2009-06-26T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:48:21.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>I wanna start of with apologising to those who feel they deserve an apology from me. I know i've said some hurtful things to YOU and i can only say i did it because i was angry. I know that however serious our personal issues with each other, i shouldn't have made them public and say all that i said publicly. I'm really sorry and i hope it's not too late for you to accept my apology. From the bottom of my heart, I'M SORRY. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-3595679055154267625?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/3595679055154267625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/3595679055154267625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/06/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-8776573354033641345</id><published>2009-05-31T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:05:42.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;What is the last thing you stole from a store?&lt;br /&gt;never did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the dumbest person you know?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like cats?&lt;br /&gt;dnt care abt they're existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think people say about you behind your back?&lt;br /&gt;dnt really care. it's just ppl talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone famous?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. Anisssss. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something that you say all the time?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever laughed so hard that you pissed your pants?&lt;br /&gt;haha. i wish nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you want most?&lt;br /&gt;otw to Gulam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did your last relationship mean anything?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. DON'T TRUST ANYBODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your ex miss you?&lt;br /&gt;fuck should i knw?? ask her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easily confused?&lt;br /&gt;nahh, future lawyer remember??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 10am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;wedding of a relative that i dnt even knw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for people easily?&lt;br /&gt;used to, but now noooppeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;it's nothing important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;fire burning- sean kingston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you wish you could tell someone but can't?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i hv a whole lotta secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss the last person you kissed again ?&lt;br /&gt;depends, right place, right time, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you miss?&lt;br /&gt;nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have any car what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Mustang GT500 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you stressed out about?&lt;br /&gt;how am i gonna deal with the situation tmrw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last call from?&lt;br /&gt;ekin to remind me abt prac tmrw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do with most of your time?&lt;br /&gt;texting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you and your ex ever get back together?&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha. nahh. but dee calls it 'cinta keling'. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;ntah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your phone ring in the middle of the night often?&lt;br /&gt;yeahh. last night lilia called me to remind me to sembahyang subuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who is married?&lt;br /&gt;no lahh. i live on a deserted island -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Farouk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently single?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. No more relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried ?&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. i'm a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;aniss, misha and syafiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like killing somebody?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you wanted to punch in his/her face?&lt;br /&gt;acap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed any one on your top list?&lt;br /&gt;nahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss your past?&lt;br /&gt;nope. i live in the moment&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/3861065916014553143-8776573354033641345?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/8776573354033641345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/8776573354033641345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-with-fire.html' title='Playing with fire'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-1802627334339110148</id><published>2009-05-26T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:58:57.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Year</title><content type='html'>Exams are done with. Back to dancing. So for those of you wondering about my last post, i volunteered to represent my school for FESTARI 2009. We went to Sri Aman and got ourselves in the final. So the next few weeks is gonna be close to hell with dancing everyday. But fuck all that, the big news is that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Jijol&lt;/span&gt; has finally seen the light at the end of the tunneland going for Umrah. Yes Umrah at Mecca. Good Luck with that ay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baldy&lt;/span&gt;? Haha. Oh and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;babe&lt;/span&gt;, I love you. You know who you are. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-1802627334339110148?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/1802627334339110148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/1802627334339110148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/05/mid-year.html' title='Mid-Year'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-2520366443565807842</id><published>2009-05-16T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:42:57.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarian Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sg94mlTJraI/AAAAAAAAADY/BgbfzEPGVTk/s1600-h/P300409_15.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sg94mlTJraI/AAAAAAAAADY/BgbfzEPGVTk/s320/P300409_15.18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336616687700127138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Syuhadah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sg94meE-pmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9l4Q5i2CIdk/s1600-h/P020509_09.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sg94meE-pmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9l4Q5i2CIdk/s320/P020509_09.26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336616685761635938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sg94meE-pmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9l4Q5i2CIdk/s1600-h/P020509_09.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AnisKiss&lt;/span&gt; and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sg94mLVwX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/kkNAOA47iU8/s1600-h/P020509_08.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sg94mLVwX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/kkNAOA47iU8/s320/P020509_08.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336616680731729890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sg94mLVwX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/kkNAOA47iU8/s1600-h/P020509_08.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T.I and Rihanna&lt;/div&gt;So anyways, I won't be blogging until mid-years done with so enjoy the pics.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Now it's Bahrain Harris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-2520366443565807842?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/2520366443565807842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/2520366443565807842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/05/tarian-pics.html' title='Tarian Pics'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sg94mlTJraI/AAAAAAAAADY/BgbfzEPGVTk/s72-c/P300409_15.18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-7843328094530395457</id><published>2009-04-03T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:07:21.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cong&lt;/span&gt; puas hati ah you got your pics. Bloody camwhore. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sdb00efmSAI/AAAAAAAAACg/y73VmBZuj28/s1600-h/P240309_12.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sdb00efmSAI/AAAAAAAAACg/y73VmBZuj28/s320/P240309_12.47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320709192160790530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cong&lt;/span&gt; and his pom poms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SdbzLWqXm1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/E8HR8-FMbLI/s1600-h/P240309_12.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SdbzLWqXm1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/E8HR8-FMbLI/s320/P240309_12.13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320707386172218194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kononnya cool lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SdbzLPNKDqI/AAAAAAAAACI/SzR4hNZTwrI/s1600-h/P240309_12.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SdbzLPNKDqI/AAAAAAAAACI/SzR4hNZTwrI/s1600-h/P240309_12.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SdbzLPNKDqI/AAAAAAAAACI/SzR4hNZTwrI/s320/P240309_12.14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320707384170647202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The Jgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/3861065916014553143-7843328094530395457?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/7843328094530395457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/7843328094530395457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sdb00efmSAI/AAAAAAAAACg/y73VmBZuj28/s72-c/P240309_12.47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-5389614545072660035</id><published>2009-03-27T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:42:48.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The week at school has been really boring. Most of the teachers and students were involved in preparation for sports day. So we didn't really learn anything. Oh yeah i got my hair cut by En. Najed. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hariz&lt;/span&gt; left for Mecca yesterday after sports day. Pray for us all bro. ;) Especially &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Jijol&lt;/span&gt;. He needs it. Anyways, Sports Day was yesterday. It was quite a shame really. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Blue house&lt;/span&gt; won the cheerleading competition but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Green house&lt;/span&gt; should've won instead. The field was wet. And it was bloody hot! Oh and if you're wondering who won overall, it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Yellow house&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red house&lt;/span&gt; came in last. Haih useless. So due to the boredom of the whole week, some people decided to camwhore. Especially, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cong Kingston&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;. Here are the results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sc2Z0QW8-wI/AAAAAAAAACA/ia-LW-45LDA/s1600-h/P240309_12.12_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sc2Z0QW8-wI/AAAAAAAAACA/ia-LW-45LDA/s320/P240309_12.12_%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318075858017909506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hariz Tahir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sc2Z0FbeaeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-09WbGSTngU/s1600-h/P240309_12.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sc2Z0FbeaeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-09WbGSTngU/s1600-h/P240309_12.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sc2Z0FbeaeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-09WbGSTngU/s320/P240309_12.12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318075855084087778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Juliet Moo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sc2Zz_f6ePI/AAAAAAAAABw/NAqZxPDGG7E/s1600-h/P240309_12.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sc2Zz_f6ePI/AAAAAAAAABw/NAqZxPDGG7E/s1600-h/P240309_12.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sc2Zz_f6ePI/AAAAAAAAABw/NAqZxPDGG7E/s320/P240309_12.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318075853492091122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Amelia Lim&lt;/span&gt;.. Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-5389614545072660035?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/5389614545072660035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/5389614545072660035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-at-school-has-been-really-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/Sc2Z0QW8-wI/AAAAAAAAACA/ia-LW-45LDA/s72-c/P240309_12.12_%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-9144520744299483933</id><published>2009-03-21T04:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:50:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiocracy</title><content type='html'>It's been boring over the past few days. You know, there's always been the usual stuff: seeing the drama queen(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt;), seeing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Jijol&lt;/span&gt;, going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tuish&lt;/span&gt;, messing around with the science teacher. But besides all that it's been a dull, boring week. I can't believe i'm saying this but thank god school starts tmrw. I know it sounds insane that someone like me would miss SCHOOL! But think about it, school is where friends are. And to me friends are the most important thing. Besides, it's not all that bad. We've got the funny-trying-to-be-strict &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Mr. Kamal&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, Cong this is the one that you fought with few weeks ago. Then there's the always entertaining &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr. Siva a.k.a Chivas&lt;/span&gt;. So that's all for now. Soon i'll be blogging about my friends one-by-one. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; Out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-9144520744299483933?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/9144520744299483933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/9144520744299483933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/idiocracy_239.html' title='Idiocracy'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-637750039869036372</id><published>2009-03-07T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:20:35.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Up My On Life</title><content type='html'>It's been a week full of confusion. Depressed? No. Betrayed? A little. Broken hearted? Definitely. This only means i can go back to my real lifestyle. So i have no hard feelings towards you. Honestly. I'm sorry your friends are starting to hate you. I'll talk to them. It just wasn't meant to be. Guys, don't hate her for it. Trust me, she didn't mean to do what she did. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, on a lighter note. I was partying with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sean Kingston&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Yes, the man himself. The big guy finally turned 18. Happy birthday bro. May you have many more. The barbecue was surprisingly fun. Met The Seniors again.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Cong Kingston&lt;/span&gt; practically burned every piece of chicken on the grill. It was quite enjoyable. Pictures will be uploaded when i get'em. Till then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Out!&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/3861065916014553143-637750039869036372?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/637750039869036372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/637750039869036372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/living-single-drinking-double-fucking.html' title='Fucking Up My On Life'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-7502898075207678507</id><published>2009-03-06T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:39:16.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today was freaking boring. School was just pure boredom. Except for The Spotcheck. There's nothing like an early morning spotcheck to get your blood pumping. Not to mention, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cong Kingston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; having a fight with Kamal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cong Kingston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'s phone got rampas-ed. But mine didn't. All thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Oh, and there was a Maulidur Rasul thing at school. Not Maal Hijrah k &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Syu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;? ;-) Other than that the rest of the day was boring. So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; decided to camwhore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The Stupid Faces of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Amelia Lim Yook Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2xmcU5SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AxwhLquULwQ/s1600-h/P060309_08.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2xmcU5SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AxwhLquULwQ/s320/P060309_08.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310085661407372578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2xmcU5SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AxwhLquULwQ/s1600-h/P060309_08.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2xSlzWUI/AAAAAAAAABI/oqxsF_6OE58/s1600-h/P060309_08.04_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2xSlzWUI/AAAAAAAAABI/oqxsF_6OE58/s320/P060309_08.04_%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310085656078408002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2xSlzWUI/AAAAAAAAABI/oqxsF_6OE58/s1600-h/P060309_08.04_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2w15bsJI/AAAAAAAAABA/FU7zlmnQjJc/s1600-h/P060309_08.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2w15bsJI/AAAAAAAAABA/FU7zlmnQjJc/s320/P060309_08.04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310085648376115346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2w15bsJI/AAAAAAAAABA/FU7zlmnQjJc/s1600-h/P060309_08.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2wuSc9MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rEz8C2IF6z0/s1600-h/P060309_08.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2wuSc9MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rEz8C2IF6z0/s320/P060309_08.01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310085646333572290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2wuSc9MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rEz8C2IF6z0/s1600-h/P060309_08.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mraz &lt;/span&gt;Out!&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/3861065916014553143-7502898075207678507?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/7502898075207678507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/7502898075207678507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbE2xmcU5SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AxwhLquULwQ/s72-c/P060309_08.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-196103626948581832</id><published>2009-03-04T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:18:57.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>Today was officially the start of something new. Kan&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Syuhadah&lt;/span&gt;? Haha. You made me the happiest guy in the world when you said YES. I love you and i don't ever wanna lose you. You mean more to me than anything and i'm glad that we're finally together after all this time. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, today was quite fun. As usual, I didn't learn in class. I had &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Four free periods! ALRIGHT!"&lt;/span&gt; Teachers couldn't care less about what we were doing at the back. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Jijol&lt;/span&gt; got a grilling by Puan Lee all through first period. He was complaining that she was "targeting" him. Annoying gile. -_- Before she left she even came to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Jijol&lt;/span&gt; to say something. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Jgot&lt;/span&gt; was ROTFL when she did that. Sebenarnye, agak lawak la. Other than that, we just chilled in class and practically joked around and did nothing all day. Well the reality is that SPM is coming and none of us are paying attention in class except for the nerds. Worrying, i know. Signing out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-196103626948581832?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/196103626948581832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/196103626948581832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/03/ecstasy.html' title='Ecstasy'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-6840093250443948600</id><published>2009-02-28T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:00:45.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Today has been boring at best. Suicidal at worst. Fucking boring. Dah ah takde credit. Fuck betul la.-_- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-6840093250443948600?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/6840093250443948600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/6840093250443948600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861065916014553143.post-7070358338559603486</id><published>2009-02-28T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:58:04.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>Today has been great. Life-changing. Got a call from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Jijol&lt;/span&gt; at abt 9.30 asking to go out. Fucking disturb my sleep. -_- Anyways, i got up showered, called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt; and made plans to meet at OU at abt 1.30. Left for OU at abt 1, walked around, met up with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Jijol &lt;/span&gt;at 1.30. We ended up hanging in front of FCUK for abt ONE FUCKING HOUR before &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt; showed up. -_- Then we all went to Fish &amp;amp; Co. where i got Pau-ed by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Jijol&lt;/span&gt; for his lunch. -_- Anyways, half through he meal &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt; showed up and sat with us. We paid and left for OSC. Talked and planned to go to my house. But plans got fucked when Tasha couldn't come and none of us wanted to leave her alone. But we left anyways. HAHAHAHA. Sorry &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt;. Got home at 6 planned to go to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Azad&lt;/span&gt;'s party but those plans got fucked too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO that was today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me update you a little on how things have been going on in and around my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New pengetua at or school who's so "eager" to start his work here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Jijol&lt;/span&gt; made another smart move in his life(not many) which is dumping that stupid bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and i started talking to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Syuhadah&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and i'm digging the song Dead and Gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun day. And i scored an A1 for maths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dig that nerds. *middle finger*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3861065916014553143-7070358338559603486?l=drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/7070358338559603486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3861065916014553143/posts/default/7070358338559603486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drivingalongthisroad.blogspot.com/2009/02/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>BahrainMraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01737360149595212985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZtE4-vk6mmI/SbEwDzqNjZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0www0wU1icI/S220/Baby+me.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
