<?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-13480274</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:48:08.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life to Remember.....</title><subtitle type='html'>A truly beautiful life of Azraf.. A life to remember.. my very own blo-vel.. 
(This blo-vel/blog is best viewed in Microsoft Windows XP - Microsoft IE 6.0 - 1024 x 768 Screen. Some parts of this blog may not work properly with Netscape Navigator or Mozilla FireFox). Enjoy yourselves and Thanks for visiting guys! Please come again!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-6004556997872564474</id><published>2010-12-19T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:39:47.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog Entry B4 We Say HELLO To 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc; font-size: 180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;NN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 180%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 180%;"&gt;6 &lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this could be something to get things going again.. but perhaps I’m just too bored. I loved writing but I’ve never really taken it seriously. It’s gonna be a lil bit rusty but here goes nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's pretty bad outside and I'm stuck here on this work barge with practically nothing to do. Offshore bad weather, &lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt; (waiting on weather) we call it.. with heavy downpours, big waves slamming the barge deck, strong wind blah.. blah.. blah.. before we can all get back to our routines. Well there’s nothing unusual about it, it’s just part and parcel of offshore life. Phone line’s down, paperwork's all done, studied a lil for my assessment next week and there’s just about nothing else to do now. Still &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc33; font-size: 180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;year to go before this is all over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gazed out through the little window to the rough sea, just next to my desk, I began to think about what I have done wrong, the people that I’ve hurt and the sins that I’ve committed in the past. Will they and most importantly god ever forgive me? And here I am devoting my time and energy to work..&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reflecting upon moments of my life. I get heated easily over things that I couldn’t change and for the things that I couldn’t get them to be the way I wanted them to be back then. The anger was so immense and the tense was volcanic at the time. Frustrated and upset I was. I wished I could have done more but I should have been more mature about all the things around me and respectful towards the people that I’ve met along the way. Like I said it’s been over 6 years now and interestingly enough, a lot of things have changed over time. A part of me is still that young raging juvenile and the other eagerly wanting to grow up. All this while I’ve wanted to make a difference, make a change in life, make something out of myself and ultimately make the right decisions. Then it struck my mind, maybe what I’ve gone through is something that was meant to be and how it’s supposed to be and all of it was never a mistake. Learning and making mistakes are parts of life too. We are all just human beings. Life has taken me through ups and downs, for me to have experienced the worst had made a stronger person though it’s still far ahead to be saying that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized that I’m in a different environment now. So what’s really important in life? People don’t really care about what you have and what you don’t have. People won’t remember you for the money you had or how you looked. In the end, when your time here is over, people will only remember how you spent quality time with them and how you make them smile, laugh and feel special. Hey.. I’m a different person now.. a better person I guess. My work here? That’s part of my life too.. I turned out okay after all. I’ve got a decent job, people who care for me and love me for who I am. That’s good enough for me to achieve the best deals in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just wanted to take this opportunity to ask for forgiveness from the people that our paths have crossed before.. for the mistakes, confusions, misunderstandings, differences and misjudgments..intentionally&amp;nbsp;or unintentionally..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I'm truly sorry.&lt;/strong&gt; It’s not that I’m emotional about it or anything like that.. it’s just that I feel that it’s the right thing to do. At least it'll help me clear my mind and get my inner peace. We sometimes need to stop clinging to our grievance and grudges and learn to forgive others. I hope the expression &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;"Forgive and forget"&lt;/span&gt; is still valid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;4 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go.. can’t wait to get back to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc66;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66ff99;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt; jewels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Positive thinking&lt;/strong&gt; is the way to go people and don’t ever take things for granted. You’ve only got &lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chance in your lives and don’t waste that opportunity. Live life to the fullest and cherish every moments in your life! Stay happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-6004556997872564474?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/6004556997872564474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=6004556997872564474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/6004556997872564474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/6004556997872564474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-entry-b4-we-say-hello-to-2011.html' title='A Blog Entry B4 We Say HELLO To 2011'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112979529601013914</id><published>2005-10-20T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:01:36.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Fatihah...</title><content type='html'>I would like to extend my deepest sympathies and heartfelt condolences to our beloved Prime Minister Dato Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi and his family.. the whole country feel your agony, frustration, and overwhelming sadness.. we are always behind you to support you in this time of bereavement... you have been a brave fighter.. and we hope you would stay strong.. To Allahyarhammah Datin Sri Endon.. my prayers go out to her.. I shall remember her and all those good things that she has done for our country.. may Allah bless her soul and let her rest in peace..  Al-Fatihah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-112979529601013914?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112979529601013914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112979529601013914&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112979529601013914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112979529601013914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/10/al-fatihah.html' title='Al-Fatihah...'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112460917084986786</id><published>2005-08-19T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:26:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too bad it was the last night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was such an amazing experience to be at the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunrise &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jazz&lt;/span&gt; and Rhythm Fest 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Plaza Mont’Kiara's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fountain courtyard&lt;/span&gt;.. Yups.. Malaysian jazz virtuosos performed live in front of a large crowd... locals and foreigners.. people like me and others mostly music enthusiasts I think.. It seemed to me that everybody was partying and enjoying themselves to the music that night.. people came to be entertained.. they couldn’t care less about the haze.. everybody was there to have fun.. with their families and friends.. and all was good.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival that kicked off that night had jazz regulars like percussionist &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Steve Thornton&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Aseana Percussion Unit (APU)&lt;/span&gt; appearing alongside many others.. ( I don’t know who.. but I think they know how to play musical instruments well and they were good.. hehe..) It was jam-packed with people.. they were dancing.. cheering.. clapping their hands and snapping their fingers to the melody.. and that night.. I could see young and old came together.. enjoying the music that they like.. all sharing their strong passions and interests towards the kinda tune that they love most.. Jazz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/IMG_0716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled ourselves at the al-fresco dining tables and enjoyed the night.. yup.. all of us.. me.. jinn.. lan.. safwan and a few others which I don’t know who they were.. but they were cool people.. Anyways.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Lost Plot&lt;/span&gt; played their acoustic numbers.. and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APU&lt;/span&gt; (oh.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APU&lt;/span&gt; has a new member on board.. and she ( yes.. a female.. the only female member.. ).. is one hot babe..) played with their “gendangs” and all other percussion instruments.. all played at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maximumest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(haha..is there such word??)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maximum decibels.. I was just impressed upon how they made use of various kinds of instruments to create a really unique sound.. truly fascinating!! combination of instruments like cello, guitar, bass, saxophone, trumpet, flute, clarinet, drums etc.., and various jazz styles which was truly something extraordinary and sounded really good too.. and rhythms combining with traditional and new jazz to create a cultural blend was absolutely brilliant!! Simply amazing!! &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well apart from the &lt;strong&gt;twinkle-twinkle little star&lt;/strong&gt; session.. everything else was excellent.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;( If you were there.. you would know what I’m talkin about..)&lt;/span&gt; I think this kinda event would be a great showcase to promote local music talents and create a platform for many young talents to be more creative and develop their potentials.. and I believe it has done so well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. If you are not into Jazz.. then I suggest that you attend next year’s festival.. I’m not really a fan of Jazz but the music’s pretty soothing and kinda good for you to get your brains turned off.. not literally turned off.. but more relaxed.. you know like getting your mind off of all the depressing and negative thoughts.. People &lt;strong&gt;(yg rockers-rockers.. hehe..)&lt;/strong&gt; say that by listening to soft and easy listening music.. (well in this case Jazz..) can make you drop off to sleep easily.. but trust me.. that’s not true at all!! It’s so good that it can make you stay awake all night long.. without caffeine!! Hehe.. I don’t know but it just makes you feel good inside.. Remember..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Feeling good about yourself on the inside will make you feel great on the outside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well I think the whole thing was great and the chance for me to be there to experience it myself has been all worth while.. I really really look forward to the next Jazz Festival..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-112460917084986786?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112460917084986786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112460917084986786&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112460917084986786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112460917084986786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/08/too-bad-it-was-last-night.html' title='Too bad it was the last night..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112404176863020537</id><published>2005-08-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T07:09:23.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze..gone with the wind..so let's go out and kick some butts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally the hazy days are &lt;strong&gt;OVER!!!&lt;/strong&gt; And It feels so damn good that the haze has actually moved away from KL.. away from my life.. Yay!!! Now I can go outside and enjoy the fresh air... anyways.. This is what I’ve been doing over the past few days.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/AA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting ready for the&lt;strong&gt; cardio-combat workout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/AA2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azraf VS. Sis...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Roundabout!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ooopss.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Round 1!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ht&lt;/span&gt;tt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/AA3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bam&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MM!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Oooohhh.. that's gotta hurt!! HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/strong&gt;! ..Sorry sis!! Actually this isn't the cardio-combat workout.. It's just that me and my sis got bored the other day.. and erm.. took some of these pics for fun.. Well, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;cardio-combat exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a heart-pumping combative style workout to keep fit and stay healthy... Kickin' , punchin and movin' while sweating off all the calories.. yeah.. I found out that it's a good and a fun way to get your body toned up and to get rid of your excessive fat and at the same time it builds up your stamina and strength.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(that is.. if you do it regularly..)&lt;/span&gt; It gives you a great total-body workout... and you'll feel better after doing it.. trust me.. you'll be all relaxed and feel more energetic.. no more stress!! Ladies.. for a flatter stomach.. and for an easy way to slip into those skimpiest outfits &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(okla.. to be bikini-ready.. hehe..)..&lt;/span&gt; try it out ok!!! and you'll see what I mean.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well, i think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;everyone should try it.. especially &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you!! yes you.. not the idiot behind you!!  you checkin out my blog!! err.. I mean my Blo-vel!!.. ( ..that's what I'm gonna call my blog now.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Blog + Novel = Blo-vel&lt;/span&gt; .. hehe.. rite Faridz?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S : Boys and girls.. please &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; try this &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I'm referring to the above pics.. and not the cardio-combat workout..)&lt;/span&gt; at home.. this is solely for your&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and it is only intended as &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;umour&lt;/span&gt;.. so don’t try to re-enact any of the above.. It’s dangerousss.. and may be harmful to yourself as well as others.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Pro&lt;/span&gt; macam &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*ehem*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;*ehem*&lt;/span&gt;..je boleh buat!!..&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;HEHEHEHE!! HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-112404176863020537?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112404176863020537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112404176863020537&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112404176863020537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112404176863020537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/08/hazegone-with-windso-lets-go-out-and.html' title='Haze..gone with the wind..so let&apos;s go out and kick some butts..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112378057733826361</id><published>2005-08-12T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T01:41:13.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smog.. Smog.. Smog.. It’s smoking time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don’t worry.. I’m not gonna light up a ciggie right next to you.. it’s just that the air is so bad right now.. I feel like getting myself a vacuum cleaner as big as the whole universe.. so that I can suck away all the dust and smoke polluting the sky right now… perhaps a giant fan capable of blowing away all of the smoky air back to where it came from could really come in handy at this very moment.. It’s just so bad and too unbearable for me.. can’t stop rubbing my itchy eyes.. can’t stop scratching my face, ears, arms and everywhere.. I’m like bitten by a swarm of mosquitoes!.. my whole body feels weak and uncomfortable.. and I’m sneezing all the way!.. It’s so difficult to breathe.. and the nasty smell of the haze is not doing any good to me either.. the haze is fucking killing me!!.. and I had to cancel all my outdoor activities.. all because of the freakin haze... Gonna shoot that moron who started the forest fire and caused this catastrophe.. if he ever stepped his shit-covered foot here onto our soil.. he’s gonna get it from me.. but then.. Can’t really blame the poor guy.. can’t I?… ok Azraf.. take a deep breath… and count til 10.. It’s just temporary and you need to relax.. It’s probably the immense heat from the sun or a lightning that sparked a fire in the forest and the wind brought the damned haze here.. relax.. It’ll be over soon.. &lt;strong&gt;(yeah rite.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;%&lt;/span&gt;#@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&amp;@#&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;^*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;@#@***##!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was out with Jinn and Lan to grab something to eat down at Bangsar.. I felt like I was driving through the streets of London .. sorta triggered an old memory of mine when it was winter 2001 and I was on M6 heading towards London to pick up a friend ( yup.. just a friend ) got my heater turned up to full blast as it was really cold.. the whole M6 was just shrouded in a very thick mist.. I almost had an accident back then when one of the tyres burst while running at high speed.. I was on the middle lane when that happened.. So when the tyre burst.. the rim dug into the tarmac and pulled the car sharp to the left.. I tried to straighten it but it again pulled it sharp to the left.. Visibility was like really poor.. Luckily there were not many cars that day.. Everybody knows that M6 is always congested (but it’s true.. not many cars on M6 at that time..) and I was fortunate enough that there weren’t any trucks on the left when the car was pulled to the left.. If not I wouldn’t be here typing up this entry!!.. I guess I had inflated the tyre well beyond the safe pressure before making that travel.. Ahh..Yes.. A lesson to be learnt by all.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“check your tyre pressure regularly and before every ride!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s been like almost a year since my last visit there.. yeah I remember celebrating last Raya with Sis, Raz and other friends over there.. and it was fun. Anyways, British weather.. a pretty miserable weather.. but I loved it.. nice and foggy.. and that’s fog people.. made out of droplets of water which suspend in the air due to the cold weather.. but over here in KL.. it’s not fog that we’re seeing!! it’s the stupid haze or some might call it.. smog.. it’s air filled with smoke particles, ashes, chemicals and all the bad stuff due to.. read the first paragraph!.. both fog and haze reduce visibility but haze can cause a lot of health problems .. inhaling the smoky air can actually damage your lung and your life.. it’s like smoking a lot &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; ciggies.. The haze may also aggravate the adverse effects to health due to pollution from car fumes.. in which I think KL is already heavily polluted with that.. really baaad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Macam baru lepas kena bomb je.. hehe..”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jinn, BSC carpark.. 9.34 pm -11 August 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately.. the dinner lasted only 15 mins as it was freakin difficult for us to breathe out there.. for some reason my heart was beating faster than it should and every now and then I can't seem to catch my breath... felt a slight pain in the chest and a burning sensation in the throat.. I just wished the Indonesian and the Malaysian government had done something to prevent this thing from happening.. If this continues.. I’d say we’d all be like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“orang bakar”&lt;/strong&gt; - just like roti bakar but slightly burnt and without kaya of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more than a nuisance.. my quality of life has been greatly reduced over these past few days… I’m sure yours as well.. Stressed?? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Anyone would be stressed if he or she is trapped at home feeling sick and bored.. with shortness of breath.. because of the stupid haze.. I don’t recall being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so..&lt;/span&gt; so.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; SO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;x 1 bazillion stressed out before this.. Just hope that it rains tomorrow and the haze would be gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I gaze outside the walls through my window.. I could only see darkness and gloominess... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;KLCC pun tak nampak dah..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;what is happening to our world now.. we had tsunami before.. then tsumawi and now it’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Tsumoky??…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it’s as though the whole KL has been put in a closed box filled with smoke... or maybe everybody in KL is smoking at the same time.. &lt;strong&gt;aahh.. sangap sial..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;“Mummy.. I want to go out and play!!”..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;“Mummy…Mummy... when can I go out to play with my friends?? "..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"Mummy...Mummy..Boring la mummy duk rumah je.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.."Mummyyyyyyyyy.. Mummy dengar tak ni???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’m just gonna put on my pjs and climb into bed.. thinking about the haze is driving me nuts.. but I think I’m gonna have some chicken pops before I doze off.. Haze.. Haze.. go away.. come back some other day.. no! don’t come back at all!! feel like getting myself out of the country for a while and get back when all subsides..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;later dudezzzzzzz… time to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;relax&lt;/span&gt; and listen to some music...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adios and good night! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAMPAK TAK ??? &lt;- TULAH HAZE NYE PASAL LA NI !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-112378057733826361?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112378057733826361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112378057733826361&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112378057733826361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112378057733826361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/08/smog-smog-smog-its-smoking-time.html' title='Smog.. Smog.. Smog.. It’s smoking time..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112358580916524183</id><published>2005-08-09T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T20:18:44.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Hours with Azraf.... Episode III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.00 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hung out with my sis at the living area.. my sis was telling me that Amylea should have gotten 2nd place in AF.. I was like.. “what the *****.. AF?? That dumb show???” Apparently she had spent quite a lot of money to vote for her.. From the beginning.. I’ve been telling her.. “As if Amylea’s gonna win!!.. Buang duit je vote!! takyah tengok AF ni..” I think Astro’s manipulating people’s emotions and taking advantage of people especially those who don’t really know how to appreciate talent and music by having this reality tv show aired.. I’m pretty sure it’s entertaining.. but they are just making fools out of everybody.. fools of us all Malaysians... they don’t really care who wins or whether the winner has got talent or what.. and the impact to our society and the local music scene... All they care about are the number of votes that come in and making lotsa and lotsa money within a short period of time!! Easy money!! and in 10 weeks you get to be a singer and become a star?? How stupid is that??!! That’s just absurd!.. I pity those who had to take a longer path and work harder to become a singer.. but then those people will definitely succeed and do well in the entertainment biz because they have what it takes to become good singers.. Imagine the number of low quality singers that’s gonna be out there in say 5 years from now with that stupid AF show on air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.00 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; don’t know what I did&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Oh!! Baru kusadari cintaku bertepuk sebelah tangan… kau buat remuk.. sluruh hatiku…."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Went out to meet up with Pajey, Lan, Safwan, Gambit etc somewhere in DU.. it was J-Lo’s Birthday. Wished him. Made new friends..It was all good.. The food was great.. It was a Thai restaurant that we went to.. I kinda liked Thai food.. especially the tom yam.. a bit spicy but nicee! Later on Jinn called and came over to join us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the Thai restaurant…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jinn : Weh.. Kul brape kita nak pegi Hard Rock??&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : huh?? Bila pulak kita nak pegi Hard Rock?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pajey : …..*diam.. muka blurr* Ape kena budak ni??&lt;br /&gt;Gambit: Aku taktau ape2..&lt;br /&gt;Jinn : Ade… kan korang cakap nakgi hard rock malam ni..&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : Pajey.. bila plak ni??&lt;br /&gt;Pajey : Mana ade.. bak rokok sbatang Lan!&lt;br /&gt;Lan : Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Pajey : Lighter mana?? Kau ade lighter tak bro??..&lt;br /&gt;Gambit: aku tak isap rokok sial.. amik kat safwan aa..&lt;br /&gt;Safwan: tuh aa… kat bawah tissue..&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : Jinn.. setau aku.. smalam pegi tgk rock…bukan pegi hard rock..Kau dah salah dgr aa bro..&lt;br /&gt;Jinn : Ahh… c*** aa.. takde.. korang cakap malam ni... nak gi gak&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : ****la lu.. aku penat2 datang sini ..kau nak gi hard rock lak.. baik kau call aku tadi.. dah la aku tak pakai kasut.. pakai slipper pinjam je ni.. slipper yg aku beli kat Iran tuh dah kena kebas.. pencuri masuk umah smalam.. tak masuk umah la.. depan pintu.. kasut2 depan pintu semua kena kebas.. Nasib baik neighbour aku terbangun.. sebab alarm rumah aku bunyik.. dia call polis.. polis dtg.. siap dgn m16 lagik.. tapi dua org tak guna tuh dapat lari aa…&lt;br /&gt;Pajey : bro.. habis barang2 lain hilang tak??&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : Taktaula bro…. aku tetidur la masa tuh.. hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;Pajey : Ek eleh..budak ni.. orang tanye serious.. dia buat lawak lak..&lt;br /&gt;Jinn : aahh ..sialla… ni mesti kau mimpi..&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : **** aa korang… betulla duh… takkan aku nak tipu kawan2 kot..&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa aku kena pukau kot.. sebab tuh alarm bunyi pun.. aku tak bangun…&lt;br /&gt;Jinn : hahaha.. byk aa kau.. aaah.. jomm aa pi hard rock.. busan sial sini..&lt;br /&gt;Lan : kitorang baru balik zoo.. tak mandi lagi…&lt;br /&gt;Jinn : takyah aa mandi… aku pun baru je mandi..&lt;br /&gt;Pajey : aku pun tak mandi lagi ni.. ok aku n lan balik dulu 10 minit gi kau amik aa.. serious jinn.. badan melekit ni…&lt;br /&gt;Gambit: ok 10 min lagi kau amik aku skali..&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : Aah.. jauh sial nak gi sana lak.. penat aku dtg sini.. dah la tak plan awal2.. dgn pakai slipper je ni..&lt;br /&gt;Lan : gi rush aa.. buleh masuk free n ..err.. air sejuk pun murah .. hehehe.. nanti aku call don.. don main ( live band ) kat situ malan ni.. * don = seorang yang ceria dan peramah.. tapi gelak n perangai cam setan!.. if you are reading this.. sorry aa don! Hehehe..*&lt;br /&gt;Jinn : ok ok… cun2.. lagi 10 min aku amik korang… azraf kau park keta kat umah aku la.. pastuh ikut aku pi 7e ok.. beli **** jap.. hehehe.. kat umah aku ada kasut.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : Ahh takde kau pun pakai slipper.. eh rush ahad leh pakai slipper tak..&lt;br /&gt;Lan : Ala… boleh.. takde hal nyer..&lt;br /&gt;Safwan: eh aku, hakim n lain2 pun join later aa.. pasal aku nak balik&lt;br /&gt;hantar alieya n auntie dulu.. korang gi dulu aaa…&lt;br /&gt;Azraf :wokays.. cu later bro.. ok jinn jom gerak.. shit.. air aku tak habis lagi aa..&lt;br /&gt;Pajey :meh sini aku habiskan ( dgn muka tak malu ..minum sampai habis) Hahahaha.. !!! Lambat sangat..&lt;br /&gt;Lan : Bak sini Lychee tuh.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : ciao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;11.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Everybody was in the car.. Picked up Gambit (model jambu ala ala manhunt gak la.. sorry bro aku tulis ni.. haha..) and went off to Rush.. On our way there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At one junction.. at Section 16.. while the traffic lights were showing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jinn : Weh kau nampak tak atas jalan tuh.. nampak macam 5 ringgit&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : Mana?? Siut.. duit atas jalan.. weh 50 ringgit aaa..&lt;br /&gt;Pajey : Tul ke?? Mana?? Weh cepat turun amik…&lt;br /&gt;Gambit: Mana ada??&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : Tuh… atas jalan …&lt;br /&gt;Lan : Gambit.. kau turun aa amik…aku duk kat tgh camne nak turun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of a sudden.. the traffic lights turned &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jinn : Tak sempat aaa… kete ade kat blakang.. hooting and honking at us.. ala ..jap lagi mesti mat rempit tuh rembat nye…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pajey : Takpe.. Kau pusing je balik…&lt;br /&gt;Jinn : Jap agi.. mesti dah kena rembat nye.. malas aa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Azraf : Takyahh aaa…&lt;br /&gt;Pajey : Duit tuh weh.. kalau 5 ringgit pun aku pusing balik..Ala.. pusing je Jinn.&lt;br /&gt;Lan : Kalau turun boleh **** free. Hehehe. ****.&lt;br /&gt;Pajey : hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;Gambit: ok ok.. pasni aku turun.. korang tunggu aa aku kat tepi sana.. tapi jgn tinggal aku lak..&lt;br /&gt;Pajey : Dekat jela.. kalau tinggal pun.. kau jalan sendiri gi rush.. dekat je.. hahaha… ****&lt;br /&gt;Jinn : Ok.. aku pusing balik ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the junction again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Azraf : Sial aa.. duit tuh dah takde aa..&lt;br /&gt;Jinn : kan aku dah kata duit tu mesti kena rembat nye.. Ok aku tunggu sini.. kau turun aa Gambit..&lt;br /&gt;Lan : Cuba kau tgk tepi-tepi jalan.. kot kot angin tiup ke.. kan kete banyak lalu kat sini.. mana tau kena tiup ke tempat lain..&lt;br /&gt;Gambit: Ok.. ok.. ( Gambit got out of the car and went to look for the 50&lt;br /&gt;bucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still at the junction… a minute later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pajey : Ada tak??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gambit : **** !!!! Mana ada!!!!!!!!! Sampah ada la…&lt;br /&gt;Jinn : Hahahaha.. aku rasa mesti mat rempit tadi..dah gi round satu KL malam ni minyak free!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Azraf : hahaha... oi.. jom aa gerak..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; having good fun at Rush.. **** …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still there at Rush as more friends joined in to our party gila.. bukan party pun.. Single’s Club gathering.. hehehe.. and ****lah hahaha tah.. tak ingat ape jadi.. dalam Rush lagi kot. Oh yeah.. I remembered something… Don stood in the middle of the dance floor holding a jug of air sejuk and he was saying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“ I’d like to thank my parents, family, friends blah blah blah.. for making this award possible.. and I’d like to dedicate this award to all my pathetic looking friends who has been really supportive throughout my journey of life!! …Hehehe!!... " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one crazy dude he is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Everybody was still enjoying the night.. I mean morning.. Jinn felt a lil bored and ****.. I had to follow Jinn cos I had parked my car at his place.. So the four of us.. Jinn, Pajey, Gambit and me left Rush to send Gambit back home.. Lan was still there with Don, Hakim, Gerald, Safwan and the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In front of Gambit’s house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gambit : Eh esok pegi ps (petaling street) nak tak???&lt;br /&gt;Pajey : malam ke siang.. nanti kau call dulu aa esok..&lt;br /&gt;Jinn : apa nye soalan aa pajey.. dah tentu malam duh!&lt;br /&gt;Azraf : lar orang mabuk pun leh bagi jawapan yg betul…&lt;br /&gt;Pajey : A ah laa.. hehehehe.. (malu)&lt;br /&gt;Gambit: Pajey kau mabuk coke ke air sejuk??? Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stopped over at Mosin for a while.. cos we were hungry.. had few rounds limau ais and the usuals… and then.. everybody went home.. Am so tired and sleepy now.. have to go to the hospital tomorrow morning .. so time to sleep Azraf.. good night.. oopps.. good morning everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End.. err.. To be continued??..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;P/s : Fellas .. just a reminder.. Driving under the influence of alcohol is not cool.. Don’t ever drink and drive.. Treasure your life and the life of others.. and AMARAN KERAJAAN MALAYSIA: ROKOK MEMBAHAYAKAN KESIHATAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are wondering what **** means.. That would just mean that I can’t be telling you everything…You should have that one figured out by yourself.. use your imagination.. hehe..&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/13480274-112358580916524183?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112358580916524183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112358580916524183&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112358580916524183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112358580916524183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/08/27-hours-with-azraf-episode-iii.html' title='27 Hours with Azraf.... Episode III'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112358473028314227</id><published>2005-08-08T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:31:11.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 hours with Azraf..... Episode II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.00 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just can’t remember what I did at this time.. Maybe jalan2.. I dunno??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watched some tele...some dumb shows were on.. made me feel a lil sleepy… so went into my room to take a short nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.00 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can’t remember what I did.. but I think I was lying down on my bed.. tinkering with my o2.. played with some cool games that I recently installed... Then.. I got up and did the Cardio-Combat Exercise til 6 with Sis. Yup me.. trying to keep fit and have a healthy life… ahahaha.. hot2 chicken shit je nanti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.00 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jinn called and asked me.. where will I be later tonight.. I told him &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Aku taktau lagi la.. Oh ya its J-lo’s bday la.. cuba call pajey.. aku pun taktau lagi kat ne.. ****** …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; … Alamak! I just realized that I forgot to pick up my guitar from Din.. oh well I’ll pick it up some other time then... my bro needs it for his “unplugged concert” (concert skolah..hehe..) next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am now typing this entry.. have to go out soon.. need to get something from the shop.. Now I’m gonna save it to “Draft:”.. I’ll finish this up as soon as I get back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are wondering what **** means.. That would just mean that  I can’t be telling you everything…You should have that one figured out by yourself.. use your imagination.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-112358473028314227?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112358473028314227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112358473028314227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112358473028314227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112358473028314227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/08/27-hours-with-azraf-episode-ii.html' title='27 hours with Azraf..... Episode II'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112358447370752585</id><published>2005-08-08T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:30:22.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 hours with Azraf….. Episode I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was out with some friends to a nearby mamak and had few rounds of nescafe tarik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got back home feeling all tired… my whole body was aching.. cos I did that Kate’s Cardio-Combat 1-hour exercise with my sis the day before.. Yep Kate.. the first ever female winner of Big Brother.. one popular reality tv show in the UK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2.00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watched some tele.. and had some chocs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was tinkering and toying with my pc I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4.00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; placed my o2 onto its cradle before I went to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5.00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was sound asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think I was pulling up my blankie over me.. ZZzzzz.. ZZZzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yeap.. still asleep but woke up and went to the loo in between…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; probably snoring.. and dreaming.. I don’t know.... I was asleep ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; woke up.. rubbed both my itchy eyes.. and stretched for a while.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt; brushed my teeth.. before hitting the shower.. got this new toothpaste.. nice bluish colour.. it’s just different than any other toothpaste that I’ve used before.. and I think its cool.. hehe.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt; again!.. turned the radio up to full blast.. played something.. by a band from the 80s.. Whitesnake –Here I go Again. A superb song which I think reflects a lot about me.. and my life.. and has really kept me goin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't know where I'm goin but I sure know where I've been hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time but here I go again, here I go again. Tho' I keep searching for an answer I never seem to find what I'm looking for. Oh God, I pray you give me strength to carry on 'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time. Just another heart in need of rescue waiting on love's sweet charity an' I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days 'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a hobo I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time but here I go again, here I go again, here I go again, here I go. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone 'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams. Here I go again on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time but here I go again, here I go again, here I go again, here I go, here I go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.. think next week.. I’m gonna go to escapade to watch bornfire in action.. but then malas to drivelah... tgk aa camne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10.00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yeah still sleepy.. but need to visit my auntie at the Hospital.. she has been admitted to the hospital ICU about a week before because she had difficulty in breathing.. Probably it was due to severe asthma.. I guess.. the haze has very much contributed to this.. Air is smoky and dusty.. Bad for for everyone… Anyways I tried my best to keep my eyes open.. as I made my way to Ampang Puteri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.00 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had a petty late breakfast at the cafeteria with mom, sis, bro and other cousins.. The food was aweful.. the fried mee tasted like as though I was chewing on rubber bands! It was the most horrible fried mee I’ve ever tasted so far in my whole 24 years of life.. Was still hungry so we went on to a nearby café and bought ourselves some chicken pies.. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.00 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think I was in the lift goin up to Auntie’s room. Nothing interesting bout that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Was in Auntie’s room.. She looked pale and weak.. but the doc told us that she’s gonna be just fine.. after a short conversation with her.. Sis, bro and me went out to have lunch at Ampang point.. had some sushis.. sashimis and temakis.. hahaha.. yes.. we do eat a lot.. thanks sis for the lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went back to the hospital.. had lunch no. 2 with cousins.. One of my uncles brought some satays into the reasonably large room. yes.. cousins, aunties and uncles.. Imagine the number of people that were in that room!! There were so many of us at one time.. Luckily.. the room was big enough to fit us all in!! My Auntie likes to be around her family.. that cheers her up! Having someone to visit you when you are unwell brings up the morale of the ailing and gives you more of a desire to recover. So that’s what everybody was doing.. cheering her up and help her to recover fast! Besides cheering her up, we somehow made her feel important and concerned for as I could see sadness in her eyes as I know all that she wants to do now is to be at home with her family.. I could see how uncomfortable and miserable she was.. just lying there on the bed and not knowing what’s gonna happen to her.. Everyday, she keeps on telling my mom that she’s going to die soon... that is really painful for everybody.. I have lost a dear uncle before.. and I don’t think I want to lose her now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to log off now.. but I’ll continue later.. I just hope and pray to god that she’ll recover soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. while me and me cousins were feasting on the tasty satays.. one lady doctor dashed into the room and said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“ Buat Kenduri ke? Tak jemput saya pun..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Everybody laughed at us.. but dengan selambenye.. sesi makan tetap diteruskan tanpa rasa malu dan segan.. Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are wondering what **** means.. That would just mean that  I can’t be telling you everything…You should have that one figured out by yourself.. use your imagination.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-112358447370752585?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112358447370752585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112358447370752585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112358447370752585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112358447370752585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/08/27-hours-with-azraf-episode-i.html' title='27 hours with Azraf….. Episode I'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112324401556562789</id><published>2005-08-05T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:33:50.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pump up your savings......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;With the recent increase in price of petrol.. here’s what I think all you drivers out there gotta do:-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;lighten up to save up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You know.. most of us have a lot of things in our car boots.. Is it really necessary to be carrying around all those god knows what things cluttering up your boot?? Similarly if you are overweight.. please.. please.. cut down on your food intake and slim down before you even get your hands on the wheel.. and if your oversized friends need a ride.. ask them to take a cab or a bus.. Keep this in mind.. Transporting unnecessary weight can burn more fuel.. Hence increasing the amount of fuel required to travel over short distance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pump up in the morning or at night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is usually cooler in the morning and at night than any other time during the day.. so by filling up in the morning or at night.. you could essentially reduce evaporation of petrol.. so when you are out for breakfast or late night supper.. make a point to visit the nearest pump.. and start pumping up your savings!! ok??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan your trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is probably one very significant tip to save up on petrol usage.. when you go out to work or go on a road trip or whatever.. be sure to plan your trip properly. When you go to your workplace early in the morning.. take along your shopping list with you.. stop by at the grocery shop to do your shopping on your way home.. so that when you get home, you don’t have to go out again to the shop.. kan senang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Have your car serviced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeap.. this one you have to do it regularly.. A car that is poorly maintained uses up more petrol than a well maintained car.. and at the same time you could check out what’s new at the shop to mod your car and the nice posters on the walls while waiting.. hehe.. I know it’s boring for some of you to wait at the workshop but trust me it’s just gonna take you like less than half an hour to get your car serviced.. unless other problems crop up.. hmm.. that might take you a lil bit longer.. I know for sure you girls wouldn’t want your new handbags, skirts etc to have oil stains on em and I’m sure you wouldn’t like the noisy, yucky and smelly environment.. but.. I don’t know.. perhaps you could try to ask your other half or your stupid little brother to have your car serviced for you.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;drive off immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;after firing up your engine.. drive off immediately at low speed.. rather than leaving your car to warm up.. the engine will warm up faster and lubricate better.. improving fuel efficiency.. but be sure to look around whether it is safe to drive before pulling out of your driveway.. use all those mirrors on your car… yeah makcik.. those mirrors aren’t just for show or for making your life easier when you put on your make-up.. but They are there to assist you when driving.. you don’t want accidents to happen.. rite.. and check dulu ada anak kucing tengah tidur ke tak kat bawah kereta.. nanti mati pulak anak kucing tuh.. kalau ada suruh dia tidur kat tepi sikit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t leave your car idling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps.. say when there is an emergency when you’re driving in the middle of nowhere.. your friend needs to take a leak... there isn’t any toilet around.. and probably the next service area is like miles away.. so what do you do? you stop by the roadside and ask him to go behind the roadside bushes... While waiting,.. turn off your engine.. Don’t leave your car idling ok? It’s better to turn off and restart the car rather than leaving it running for long periods. This will eventually cut down the amount of fuel the car uses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to maintain a steady speed while driving on the road.. I know it’s not easy to do this on Malaysian roads.. especially when there’s too many cars on the road and there are too many road monsters out there.. crazy people who just think that they’re the king of the road.. but anyways.. brake and accelerate only when necessary.. fuel economy increases when driving at speed of around 80 km/h… hahaha macam la aku drive slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t go uphill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your friend lives in a house on top of a hill and you need to pick him up for whatever reasons.. don’t bother to drive up because it’s gonna dry up your fuel tank almost instantly. Ask him to walk down instead.. If you really need to.. or if he can’t walk down because he has a broken leg or whatever excuse that he’s gonna give you.. just leave him out and go out with other friends.. I’m sure you have other friends.. If it’s your girlfriend or wife that you need to pick up.. then you’ve got no choice but to climb up the hill.. takyahla save petrol… nanti merajuk lagi susah.. or if your house is up on top of a hill.. then you betta consider of buying another house which is on a flat ground..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nizam, pajey, lan, jinn etc.. jangan aa tak amik aku lak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose your ride wisely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sell your soft-top Ferrari and buy a Honda cup instead.. u like wind in your hair?? sama jer.. wind in the hair also with Honda cup.. hehe.. oh takut rambut messy.. use pantene shampoo then no more messy hair!! Hahaha.. tak percaya tengokla iklan tv.. but now.. “messy-hair” look is an in-thing.. takut basah?? Alaa.. banyak flyovers and bridges dah sekarang ni kat KL.. so why worry?? Hehe.. In KL at rush hour.. It takes a motorbike less than 10 mins to get from Bukit Bintang to Kg. Baru.. With a Ferrari.. I don’t think so! I don’t need to explain this further because I’m pretty sure you’re smart enough to figure this one out by yourself. Motorbike = less petrol consumption.. ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Betul ke ni.. aku pun tatau naik motor.. hahaha.. well I could use the lrt to travel around KL…hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Screw the fuel cap on tightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This one is a must… to prevent petrol loss through spillage or evaporation.. You don’t want to have a full tank after filling up your car at the petrol station and then an empty tank by the time you reach home.. unless your house is so so far away from the petrol station.. then it is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;If petrol is too expensive for you…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Switch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yeah.. time to switch to other cheaper, more reliable, clean and renewable energy.. Solar?? Wind??.. yeah rite.. solar powered car? I don’t see em around.. wind.. cuba tiup your kereta ..boleh gerak ke?? hahaha.. I know.. I know.. fill up your car with minyak cap buruh if you feel that filling up your car at Shell is too expensive for you.. haha if you do that… u’d probably end up in a mess!! &lt;-just a joke. Girls and boys.. Don’t try this at home. It’s very……… dannnnngerous… hehe &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hopefully… the above could make your next journey to the petrol station &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a little less painful&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And please drive safely and always.. always.. anticipate other drivers’ moves.. especially those reckless drivers.. we have a lot of drivers out there on the road who can’t drive.. Running stop lights.. cutting other drivers off.. forcing bicycles off of the road.. and running over pedestrians… So be extra careful on the road yeah.. and to some of you.. don’t drink and drive.. if you’re drunk.. let others yg tak mabuk drive the car for you ok?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S : don’t do stupid things like leaving your car parked somewhere in KL with the key in the ignition and doors unlocked ok?.. hehe.. I don’t want to mention any names here but you know who you are.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-112324401556562789?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112324401556562789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112324401556562789&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112324401556562789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112324401556562789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/08/pump-up-your-savings.html' title='Pump up your savings......'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112197420514136334</id><published>2005-07-22T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:09:08.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is all about boxes of chocs..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I spent quite a long time alone in the kitchen a lil while ago.. stuffing myself with my favourite food indulgence…&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There are like boxes and boxes of Godiva chocs and packets of twirl in the fridge.. so I did have a good choc supper before going up the stairs to my room.. well I ate something with my buddies at a nearby mamak stall but it still wasn’t enough for my tummy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. I lurrrrve choc so much.. why? u got a prob with that??!! and as told before in my previous enty.. I have this Night-eating illness.. so chocolate pun ok!! Imagine this.. handmade luxurious chocs.. made from the finest fresh cream and rich butter with the smoothest purest creamy milk choc.. all combined.. with other authentic ingredients.. creating a wonderful sensation that just melts away into pure bliss.. macam iklan chocolate la pulak.. Hehehe! I bet you’re drooling now!! Hahaha.. A taste of sweetness that is simply divine and .... hehe.. hahaha!! Too much of choc I think.. hehe.. Ey.. eating choc makes you feel happy u know… and chocolate truffles are the best!! Deliciously yummoe!! Anyways.. please read on people…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my version of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the bitter and the sweet&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of choc :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat more choc to stay young!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, chocolate is believed to be an anti-oxidant alongside with other anti-oxidants such as soya beans etc etc which can be helpful in protecting your body from damage caused by smoking, stress, pollution etc. So, girls out there.. eat plenty of chocolate and you’ll stay young and pretty.. but before that.. please read on especially the last bit of this entry ok! Yang tua2 muka berkedut2.. nak mampus tu.. You can say good bye to BOTOX.. and good news for you smokers out there.. makan je coklat.. you’ll never have to worry about health problems caused by smoking.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eat more choc to stay healthy??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chocolate is high in saturated fat which is bad for those who suffer heart disease but some say that chocolate of better-quality actually helps stop blood clots forming.. So please buy only expensive chocolates and ditch those free chocs that you get from attending Hj. And Hajjah Bakhils’ wedding receptions ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile and be all happy about everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again.. not just because it tastes so darn good.. Consuming quality and expensive choc can actually make you happy.. because I was told that choc triggers your brain to release what they call happy hormones, endorphin I think.. Some may think caffeine and other chemical stuff makes you happy when they reach your bloodstream…but I don’t know.. I’ve got to check on this.. So to all youngsters and drug addicts out there.. stay away from drugs.. ecstasy pills.. etc ok.. Choc can also help you to create an almost perfect big smile on your pretty ugly face for absolutely no reason at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No more stress! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Some chocs particularly those bitter ones contain considerable amount of magnesium. So boys and girls.. if you dislike eating veggies.. especially grean leafy vegs.. chocs can be an alternative source of this mineral.. yup magnesium levels in your body may reduce when you’re all stressed out and when you exercise.. but then takyah exercise la macam tuh kan.. buat penat jer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Again Say bye bye to stress..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chocolate is also a good source of amino acid amende tah.. which again can reduce your stress level.. So to those of you who are depressed and down…makanla coklat byk2.. a good way to relax your mind and good for your health too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think again about eating chocs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chocolates contain caffeine.. which is one of the causes of migraines.. so to all migraine sufferers.. too bad for you!! Hahaha.. eat something else!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quality really counts..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality and expensive choc is normally made with less sugar added in its making.. so the better quality the choc.. the better it is for you.. Now..Stop buying cheap chocs… buy fruits or vegs instead.. or better.. stop buying sugar or cut down on your regular tarik sessions alright.. hehe.. kalau ada kilang gula.. tutup je.. buat kilang that makes good and quality chocolates.. and jgn makan choc that you get from strangers.. bad quality.. and didn't your mom tell you not to accept anything from strangers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And consume chocs in moderation please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chocolate gives you energy but then again if you consume more energy than what is needed for your body or what your body uses.. you will then tend to store the excess as fat… So people.. moderation in choc intake is a good way to stay slim and fit.. unless you don’t care about having flabby arms and legs macam badak pakai body hugging top dan mini skirt.. then by all means.. eat as much choc as you like.. you’ll be fat in no time and you’ll have a body as big as the Equator.. hmm.. the next time you use a lift.. you probably won’t have to share it with others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;…….Am I making any sense here?? &lt;strong&gt;Azraf.. it is past your bedtime.. SO GO TO BED NOW!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-112197420514136334?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112197420514136334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112197420514136334&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112197420514136334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112197420514136334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-is-all-about-boxes-of-chocs.html' title='Life is all about boxes of chocs..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112185429446171987</id><published>2005-07-20T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:22:39.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of Gigi yang Terbang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;No.. it's not that I've gotten my wisdom tooth pulled out by an evil dentist.. and its not about a flying tooth that flew away to London by itself either.. it's all about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Terbang by Gigi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Terfikir.. dan terpana.. dan terdiam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ku melihat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;sadarku.. bertahun..berzaman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;terwujudlah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Terbayang.. Yang terindah.. Yang terhampar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Berlalulah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Sadarku.. semuanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Perasaan.. rasa cinta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kaulah yang dinginkan aku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dari mimpiku.. dari mimpiku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coba terbangkan khayalku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dari sadarku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know bout you guys out there.. but I strongly feel that by listening to some music would be a good way to free your mind.. reduce your current stress level.. and probably one of the best way to end your miserable day.. it can be any kind of music.. whatever music that you like.. this one is a "free-pop music" by an indon band which is kinda in between pop rock and rock .. it's unique and it's healing.. &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/13480274-112185429446171987?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112185429446171987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112185429446171987&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112185429446171987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112185429446171987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/07/bit-of-gigi-yang-terbang.html' title='A bit of Gigi yang Terbang...'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112180479788757241</id><published>2005-07-20T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T14:09:30.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friendship never dies..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/IMG_0473-1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s been like almost two weeks since I last updated my blog.. was too busy doing something else which took up a lot of my time.. Until now.. I’m still thinking of what I have done over the past two weeks.. I guess I was just not in the mood to write or maybe I wasn’t able to come up with something good to put up on my blog.. Well, I did watch &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fantastic four&lt;/span&gt; at the cinema last week.. Eventhough I found the film to be a lil bit boring with just short bursts of excitement.. being a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/span&gt; fan.. I have to admit that watching her on the big-screen was all good!! that is when she’s visible and about to turn invisible!! hehe.. But if you are a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fantastic freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I’m sure you’ll love this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just gotten back from hanging out with some of my bestest pals somewhere in KL after enduring a really bad day.. Spending time with them or shall I say my true friends really helped me a lot in letting go of all the stresses and strains in life.. imagine.. by just talking to them about absolutely nothing for hours and hours could get my mind off of everything.. at least it more or less cleared up a bit of my pretty messed-up mind.. and yes.. life has been a bit rough on me these past few weeks.. Am down and miserable.. I feel suicidal.. but still hanging on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need friends.. We all do.. We are social beings.. It's in our nature to have kinship and be surrounded by people we feel happy and comfortable with…We need friends to accommodate our daily operation which is essentially important.. I believe there are many good friends around.. but true best friends are hard to come by.. True friends are a very rare jewel.. indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.. They lend an ear.. they share a word of praise and they are always willing to open up their hearts to you… and being around them would just make you feel appreciated and a lot better.. They are the people in this world who really care about you besides your family.. and it feels so good to have friends who truly understand you and faithful to you.. True friends are the next best thing to family.. They will always be your pillar of support no matter what… Always…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s close to 5 am in the morning and I’m still awake.. still couldn’t get myself to bed.. still thinking about it.. it still bothers me.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sheeeeeessshh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what am I gonna do?? I’m just gonna lie down on my bed and try my best to fall asleep now.. enough of thinking and blogging.. I just hope everything would turn out well tomorrow.. after all.. tomorrow is a brand new day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P/s : Dear friends.. With true sincerity.. Thanks a million for being there for me.. you guys mean a lot to me.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;True friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; never dies..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-112180479788757241?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112180479788757241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112180479788757241&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112180479788757241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112180479788757241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/07/true-friendship-never-dies.html' title='True Friendship never dies..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112075802615381172</id><published>2005-07-08T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:14:11.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Night Illness…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/CopyofIMG_0424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you wake up in the middle of the night feeling hungry??? Do you run out from your bedroom straight to the kitchen and raid the fridge late night?? And do you run down to a nearby mamak or 7e when it’s like 2 am in the morning just to grab something to fill up your rumbling stomach?? If you do.. then you’re probably just like me.. because I do that most of the time.. yeah.. very impatient of me not to wait until breakfast the next morning.. but what to do.. If you’re hungry.. you’re hungry.. and there’s nothing much that you can do about it.. It’s pretty seldom that I skip late night snacks.. only if I’m too tired to get out of bed or too sleepy because I did something strenuous during the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was told that it’s something like an illness.. a stress-related disorder.. Night-eating syndrome I think.. This pretty much happens when a person wakes up in the morning, then he or she may have less appetite to eat and tend to skip breakfast and doesn’t start to eat until late afternoon… by evening.. he or she will then start to overeat.. Some of us may just wake up late in the afternoon and skip breakfast anyways.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see when this sorta thing happens.. we’d surely have problem of trying to sleep and wake once or more during the night. This will subsequently lead us to what we are facing now which is to have late night snacks when it was supposed to be our bedtimes.. bad.. very bad… that is why some of us end up becoming overweight with perut buncit and lemak berlebihan.. but then again some of us may just go out to “lepak” at mamak with friends just to have a regular teh tarik session until late night or morning or whatever.. it’s like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1600 calories per glass of teh tarik&lt;/span&gt;.. and I don’t think that a glass would be enough per session.. and maybe some roti canai, indo mee, etc to complement the teh tarik.. This is what I think one of the many other reasons why this syndrome keeps on recurring to people suffering from this kinda disorder and may make them grow fat and lead them to obesity.. well you can say it’s a habit for some people who need to just chew on something at night.. but I’m sure this is a really.. really.. bad habit.. It’s not like I’m overweight or what.. but I think this has become a habit to me and to many of us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at night.. when you’re all alone and have got nothing to do.. you’ll somehow tend to get bored easily and that will make you switch on your tele.. but then.. there’s nothing interesting to watch because your astro bill is like 4 months overdue and you’re left with only 4 channels to tune to.. So what do you do then??? MAKAN LA ape lagi… This kinda situation will definitely tempt you into eating…and this pretty much is unavoidable... err.. this is why I wrote this darn thing... to stop me from eating and help me go to bed quicker…haha.. I can’t really sleep now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s bad for me and the rest of us to become binge eaters at night… but what the heck.. a person has gotta eat when a person has gotta eat.. and dinner without supper is certainly a no-no for me!! but if you are concerned about your health, by all means stop this night eating nonsense ok.. plus quit smoking.. exercise.. and trust me you’ll do alright in life and sleep better.. another thing.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;moderation&lt;/span&gt; in food intake is the key to successful healthy eating habits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;P/S : friends jom pi Mosin!! Aku laparrrr ni……. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-112075802615381172?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112075802615381172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112075802615381172&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112075802615381172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112075802615381172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/07/endless-night-illness.html' title='Endless Night Illness…..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112058575689267622</id><published>2005-07-06T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T18:13:00.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night with Beautiful Camelia..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asrafcamelia-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's gorgeous and extremely sexy.. don't you think so?? Just look at the picture man.. She is hot... just too hot for me too handle!!! Ouuchh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P/S: Thanks to everybody especially Meor and Nizam.. u guys have been such good friends to me.. and I appreciate the friendship a lot!!&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/13480274-112058575689267622?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112058575689267622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112058575689267622&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112058575689267622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112058575689267622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/07/night-with-beautiful-camelia.html' title='A night with Beautiful Camelia..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112058519583927872</id><published>2005-07-06T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:48:25.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good FOOD Trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/IMG_0433-22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was about 11 o’clock in the morning and the weather was kinda pleasant and calm when we began our trip to Pahang. I was up early and eager to go for this road trip as I have been told that I’m going to the land where u know who.. came from .. hehe. Anyways, we loaded up the car with our luggage and through the rich woods, vast green tropical forest, magnificient hills of Pahang which form a dazzling array of landforms.. we finally made our way to Temerloh.. slightly tired but excited…took us about an hour to get there.. well I didn’t really look outside the window along the straight and empty highway but…err.. I actually fell asleep throughout the whole journey.. hahaha.. I only woke up when we’re already at the Temerloh exit.. I’ve never been to Temerloh before.. hmm.. well I think I have.. perhaps that was some years ago and I couldn’t remember a thing bout my last visit.. maybe I was too young at that time.. so the colourful and divine panoramas of Temerloh that greeted me was a real surprise! Temerloh is a really nice and peaceful place.. with its own special character and history.. simply beautiful! The food is just excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was Raz’s house where we had our big lunch after a short tour of Temerloh town centre. By the way, our tour guide was none other than my bro Raz... u did a great job Jojo.. ada bakat lah.. hehe Raz’s mom and sis got there a lil earlier and prepared us lunch… When we got there.. the table was already nicely set up and there was various kinds of “Kampung” food on the table.. dishes served include Patin Tempoyak, masak lemak ayam kampong, sambal machang, telur angsa masak apetah etc.. u name it, it’s all there on the table!! .. hehe.. Tummy was growling as usual… Had 6 plates of rice ! ate with the rest.. my bro, Azri, Raz, Raz’s mom, Intan and Sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temerloh is famous for it’s Patin fish which is sorta a fresh water fish and comes from the family of the catfish.. I don’t know..correct me if I’m wrong but that’s what I think.. the fish tasted absolutely brilliant.. well it was not my first time having it.. but my first time eating it cooked in tempoyak.. I was told by the caretaker of the Raz’s house that all the dishes are the Sultan’s fav food.. so that’s why they were so good… We ate with gusto and finished off with some durians from Uncle Sarit’s Dusun. Amri was supposed to join us but then we were too hungry at the time so we decided to carry on without him.. hehe.. Stayed at the house for a couple of hours until Amri called in to let us know that he’s already waiting somewhere in the town centre.. So we headed off to get Amri.. then drove off to a nearby rest house as Amri hadn’t had his lunch.. So another round of makan-makan… hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that, we took Amri out for a spin around Temerloh before we left for Kuantan.. I went along with Amri’s car.. and the rest followed behind in another car. It’s been about a month since I last met Amri. He’s with Petronas working at Kerteh so we hardly see each other now.. He’s one of my first malay friend that I met when I was at uni.. and has been a good friend to me since then.. Thanks for coming down to hang out with us bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while in Temerloh, the journey continued on to Kuantan where we then went to Hyatt to check-in to our rooms.. It was already close to 6 pm when we got there.. hung out at the beach til the sun went down.. enjoyed the beautiful scenery and the cool breeze and the smell of the ocean....comfortable and interesting thing to do to round off our day.. It was a lot of fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we had dinner.. bbq .. again.. another round of food and more food.. hahaha.. had steaks, grilled lambs.. prawns.. cakes etc.. perut bagai nak pecah siut.. hahaha… everybody was just mad… ate like nobody’s business!! Later we went off to coffee street… well I didn’t know Kuantan had such thing.. a street with rows and rows of coffee shops.. a lot of people.. was a bit like hartamas square.. apparently that’s the place where you can see the hip and happening people of Kuantan.. had few more rounds of drinks..It's coffee street but nobody had coffee hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to the hotel to watch some live music but was too tired.. so went to our rooms and watch some tv instead.. Amri then went back to Kerteh.. we felt kinda guilty because everybody was like trying to convince him to stay for the night until at the end he agreed to stay.. But then… we told him that we felt that it was wrong for him to skip work.. and asked him to go back to Kerteh.. hehe.. pretty cruel ey?? The funny thing was that we tried to persuade Amri to stay a night with us.. it took him a lot of time to think up of what excuse to give to his boss if he was to not go to work the day after.. Some of us came up with some stupid excuses for him to tell his boss.. abducted by aliens la.. sakit kepala la.. etc etc.. hahaha.. in the end.. he was told to go back.. hehe.. buang karan je.. Sorry bro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning after was spent on the beach again.. and more food of course … we tried to look out for some water sports to rent near the seaside.. probably jetskis .. but then there were none available.. Probably it was because of the recent tsunami that hit the country that all went out of biz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something about Pahang which really caught my attention.. the brown-looking butteflies/moths were like everywhere… and the butterflies was rather big.. They’re as big as your palm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(will somebody tell me the difference between a moth and a butterfly.. because I think they look kinda the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/IMG_0468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up with bleary eyes and feeling tired, I am already missing Temerloh and Kuantan.. would definitely go there again if were given the chance but next time perhaps I should stop over at Kuala Lipis just for a look at err..u know just for a…err.. hehe.. too obvious la azraf!! Hahaha…….. Anyways, was a really good and fun FOOD trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: Thanks to everybody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-112058519583927872?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112058519583927872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112058519583927872&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112058519583927872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112058519583927872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-food-trip.html' title='A good FOOD Trip..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-112007183912455460</id><published>2005-06-29T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T03:08:32.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that I Kacau Daun.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/image_00007-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning.. watched a bit of Jumaji on HBO and had some sandwiches for breakfast.... Raz came to my house to pick up my sis as they had planned to go out for lunch together… Not even half-way through the film, (if you have watched Jumanji..it was the time when the boy was about to be sucked into the jungle or boardgame or whatever..) Raz rang me up on my mobile and asked me to join him n sis for lunch.. at first I was a bit reluctant to go with em because I malas nak kacau daun.. so after a long long &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“jom aaa.. jom aaa.. jom aaa…. and okla.. okla.. okla..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sorta conversation with Raz, he finally managed to get me out of the house… So terkacaulah daun...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went off to Hideki at Bangsar One.. and later joined by Intan. It was a nice Japanese restaurant with nice gardens around it and a very modern contemporary kinda look.. I was told by Raz, it’s a newly opened branch.. so everything around me was like brand new… there’s one at klgcc too.. Had some Sushis, California rolls and Gindara Teriyaki which is actually Grilled Cod marinated in Teriyaki sauce.. yummoe but too small for a big tummy like mine so had to stop over at the nearest 1901 for some coney dogs before going off to OU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went to OU to watch the latest Batman .. tried out the Gold Class at the new GSC.. it was all good.. seats were brand new and placed closely to one another unlike those in Mid Valley.. susah if you were to bring along your gf.. and the whole place smelt like new as though it was recently painted.. Well it’s new anyway!! Got there at OU quite early and the earliest show available was at 5.45pm so we had no choice but to wait til then… bought tickets and walked around OU for about an hour.. penat siut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited and eager to watch this batman film as I had watched the preview at home before and it looked awesome.. This Batman looked realistic unlike in other Batman films that I’ve watched before.. and Katie Holmes was just wonderful.. She’s one good actress in the sense that the way she acted in the film was so convincing… plus she looks almost like &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; in the film.. hahahaa.. anyways, got a new keyboard while we were walkin around OU.. Now I can type a lot faster and better than before!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought more dogs at A&amp;W on our way back.. yes.. I have big appetite.. ask my friends about it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P/S : Many thanks to my bro Raz&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/13480274-112007183912455460?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/112007183912455460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=112007183912455460&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112007183912455460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/112007183912455460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-that-i-kacau-daun.html' title='The day that I Kacau Daun.....'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111997211190729959</id><published>2005-06-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T10:03:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been like three days since I last updated my blog.. maybe I was having trouble of figuring out what to write about.. probably.. I still couldn’t get &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Siti Nurhaliza&lt;/span&gt; out of my head .. So whatever that I’m thinking about or was gonna think of ..would only be about Siti and Siti and Siti… and nothing else but Siti.. Man.. She’s like so stuck in my head right now.. What the hell am I gonna do?.. I need some serious help here guys.. or betta.. Help from Siti? Help from Siti ey?. hmm.. that’s a superb idea... and Im sure it’ll do me good! hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to Nouvo with some friends the other night just to loosen up and have a great time… I think I’ll sleep better if I’m all exhausted and worn out …to some, this might sound ludicrous but it works well for me.. I don’t know but some people might think that it’s better to play golf for hours in the tropical sun or quit marlboro to sleep better at nights.. but that wouldn’t work!!.. That’s just gonna make you all sweaty and smelly, you’re gonna get backache and those kinda things, your brain’s gonna get heated up under the burning sun plus you’ll look like “orang minyak” if you play golf…. and still disturb people in the middle of the night because you weren’t able to sleep as your body's aching everywhere.. and if you quit Marlboro and replace it with mild seven.. What difference does it make? Hehe.. Anyways, had a really fabulous time with my pals there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3 pm today.. in this breezy and serene bedroom of mine, I lie down on my bed pondering upon what to write about… I thought I had something to write about.. but after hours and hours of thinking… I sorta fell asleep.. and went straight on to la-la land.. or was it si-ti land hahaha… anyways, last night or morning or whatever, it was about 4 am when I managed to force myself to go to bed.. Had gone out to escapade and watched some good old rock music by bornfire earlier on.. so I was quite tired and sleepy and didn’t get enough sleep.. yep.. I know.. sleeping during daytime can make you become a sluggish and fat person.. but who cares??!! U get to be in Siti..err.. la-la land which was so much better and… all good and healthy…hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off a lil earlier than the usual.. well, there was a knock on my bedroom door when I was still comfortably asleep and dreamin away… wasn’t sure who it was at the door.. but I’m pretty sure that it was my sis trying to wake me up to go out and have breakfast with her.. but I didn’t bother to get up.. hehe.. not til my phone rang and eventually woke me up.. it was nizam who called I think.. As soon as I got out of bed, I dashed out of my room and rushed down the stairs to the kitchen.. thinking that my sis would be mad at me.. but luckily my bro Raz had bought us some nice nasi lemak which he had brought all the way from Taman Tun for breakfast.. How lovely.. I didn’t have to leave the house and Sis didn’t say a word after that… hahaha.. Peace and harmony.. phewww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I managed to get some work done today despite all of the above… hehe.. I just can’t think of something better to write about now…but I hope I’ll be able to write something up soon… Now I’m close to becoming brain dead.. yep brain not really functionin well guys.. hehe.. but please read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm.. what is brain dead ? Brain death is the irreversible loss of all functions of the brain. It can be determined in several ways like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. no electrical activity in the brain&lt;br /&gt;2. no blood flow to the brain&lt;br /&gt;3. absence of function of all parts of the brain as in no movement, no response to stimulation, no breathing, and no brain reflexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several ways in which a person can become brain dead, these include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Anoxia&lt;/strong&gt; - caused by drowning, respiratory diseases, or drug overdose.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Ischemia&lt;/strong&gt; - Blockage of an artery leading to the brain or in the brain, heart attack (stoppage of the heart for a period of time), bleeding in the brain.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Intracranial hematoma&lt;/strong&gt; - caused by a head injury (a blow to the head) or a ruptured aneurism.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;A gunshot wound to the head&lt;/strong&gt; - causes destruction of brain tissue and swelling of the brain.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Intracranial Aneurysm&lt;/strong&gt; - the ballooning of a blood vessel supplying the&lt;br /&gt;brain - can cut off blood supply or rupture.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Brain tumors&lt;/strong&gt; - can destroy brain tissue and increase pressure within the brain.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;No-idea-on-what-to-write-about-in-your-blog&lt;/strong&gt; – can pose a negative effect on your blog and your blog might end up looking something like m*ta***.blogspot.com or aliff’s blog. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When any of the above occurs, they cause swelling of the brain. Because the brain is enclosed in the skull, it does not have room to swell, thus pressure within the skull increases (this is "intracranial pressure"). This can stop blood flow to the brain, killing brain cells and causes herniation of the brain (pushing the brain outside of its normal space). When brain cells die, they don’t grow back, thus any damage caused is permanent and irreversible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, I read about this from somewhere.. but for you bloggers out there, its something well worth to ponder upon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-111997211190729959?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111997211190729959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111997211190729959&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111997211190729959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111997211190729959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/brain-dead.html' title='Brain Dead...'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111959193369649897</id><published>2005-06-23T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T03:55:20.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night that changed everything……..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/DSCN1115-111.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last night was all good.. Nizam a.k.a cuz boyez got me a seat at a Charity Gala Dinner at Sunway Resort Hotel.. Our friends were already there waiting so we had to rush ourselves to be there on time. I picked up Nizam at his house at about 7.45 pm and went straight to Sunway through the fastest route that we can think of.. New Pantai Expressway it was! Fast and efficient but had to fork out about RM 3.20 to get pass the tolls! It was kinda on the expensive side.. but then we were late.. the thing was to start at 8 and we were still nowhere near Sunway. As long as we didn’t have to crawl through the crazy traffic jam along Federal Highway and get caught in it for the next God knows how long.. we were ever willing to pay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Meor, Amir and others at the lobby before we made our way to the grand ballroom where the event was to take place. It was an RM 500 ticket that Nizam got me which means whoever’s holding that ticket must have donated that much amount of money.. and to be seating there in the ballroom made us feel proud as peacocks.. haha.. Other guests must have thought that this bunch of youngsters bought a 5k table and have donated that big amount to a charitable trust!! Hahaha..!! Ah Yes.. young Malaysians are so generous and kind-hearted these days!! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, I was told before entering the ballroom that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Siti Nurhaliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the Number One Malaysian singer was to perform on stage. I was like “&lt;em&gt;Shittttt…mesti bosan giler nanti… menyesal aku datang&lt;/em&gt;”. Never in my life that I have liked her and her music.. Not that I hated her but after watching her perform on stage, my perception towards her changed totally!! She was awesome.. absolutely stunning.. Her voice was super-duperly powerful.. simply amazing.. no question bout it.. Her appearance was kinda decent.. not overdressed though but looked extremely sexy.. trust me.. I couldn’t take my widely opened eyes off of her and my jaw was just dropping down like mad.. as though it was pulled down by some kind of powerful magnetic force… ada gravity la bodoh.. hehe.. anyways quality stuff.. menyesal siut tak pegi concert dia dulu2…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that night, I believe I have come to realize that I have made the biggest mistake of my life by thinking that she’s just another ordinary singer who just got so lucky to be able to make it big in the country… Well, after meeting her in person… I found out that she’s really a friendly person and extremely soft-spoken, well-mannered, gorgeous, adorable etc.. etc.. hehe.. She’s now one fantastic singer to me.. and she’ll always have a place in my heart!! God bless ya Siti!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/AsrafSiti-11-1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siti Nurhaliza - Cinta Tak Berganti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarkanlah resah sayang&lt;br /&gt;Sukar ku lalui&lt;br /&gt;Buat ku berduka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenangkanlah oh semalam&lt;br /&gt;Walau cinta dikunci&lt;br /&gt;Janji tak ku lupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak daya ku halangi&lt;br /&gt;Tak ku cuba jauhi&lt;br /&gt;Tetap di sini&lt;br /&gt;Terus menanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikrar kita mengharungi badai sakti&lt;br /&gt;Mencari sinar kasih suci&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun nafasku ini pasti terhenti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pula ada sangsi lubuk hati&lt;br /&gt;Percaya cinta tiada ganti&lt;br /&gt;Kau yang ku cari&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah kasih&lt;br /&gt;Ke akhir hayat nanti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P/S:Cepatla sikit Nizam ..aku dah pakai kasut jogging ni!! hehe.. and many thanks to ND, Meor, Amir and Nizam for u guys know what.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-111959193369649897?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111959193369649897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111959193369649897&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111959193369649897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111959193369649897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/night-that-changed-everything.html' title='A night that changed everything……..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111937718514052883</id><published>2005-06-21T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:00:51.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Architect's Dream Home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long sleep at home, I decided to make my way to Eddie's house by taking a short-cut. As I drove hastily cutting through the traffic, I saw a big mansion on top of a hill overlooking the whole Sri Damansara town. It’s probably the biggest and prettiest mansion that I have seen so far. The fancy window frames was all gold and decorated with glittering diamonds and rubies. The beautifully crafted crystal chandelier hanging by the porch was glowing brightly and the walls were pure white with some embedded with washed natural stones. The trees around the mansion were the greenest and healthier trees ever!! Magnificent house ey? but then I realized something… This can’t be Eddie’s house!! I must have taken the wrong short-cut.. sheesh.. It was somebody else’s house just behind SD Tanjung restaurant whereas Eddie’s house is behind Restoran jalan Tanjung... hahaha.. so I turned back and drove off towards Jalan Tanjung Restaurant… which then led me to Eddie’s house… ( actually.. there never was any restoran SD Tanjung.. Eddie made it up.. siut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Eddie’s House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered his house, I was surprised and amazed upon how artistic and creative Eddie is. How he has decorated it was simply astounding. The paintings on the walls which he made by his own steady hands are quite impressive and the fish tanks looked so original and unique. The coolest thing that I saw there was a small water feature which he had made it himself. It looks expensive but when you look closely you will notice that it’s just two old flowerpots which he had done something to them and put em together plus a water pump fixed to it to make the fountain/waterfall or whatever it is works. Eddie’s an architect by the way. A really good one I think.. So that explains.. why he’s so good at it… and how extensive his mind works. Please visit www.adiejin.blogspot.com and see it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we didn’t do anything much that night, just went out for dinner at a nearby restaurant and had a good chat with another good friend of ours. ( tak boleh mention nama dia kat sini sebab nanti ada orang kena buang kerja.. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perut sudah kenyang.. badan sudah penat.. balik continue tidur la… apela.. budak 3 tahun pun tau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s : Thanks for dinner bro!&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/13480274-111937718514052883?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111937718514052883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111937718514052883&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111937718514052883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111937718514052883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/architects-dream-home.html' title='An Architect&apos;s Dream Home..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111918223396058602</id><published>2005-06-19T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:33:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy ABAH's day</title><content type='html'>To our dearly beloved Abah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we ponder the love that we saw in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;A Godly love, given without compromise,&lt;br /&gt;we recalled many times that he stood by our sides,&lt;br /&gt;And prodded us on with great vigor and pride.&lt;br /&gt;His voice ever confident, firm and yet fair,&lt;br /&gt;Always speaking with patience, tenderness and care.&lt;br /&gt;The power and might of his hands was so sure,&lt;br /&gt;We knew there was nothing we couldn't endure.&lt;br /&gt;It's true, a few others provided insight,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, he laid the foundation that kept us upright.&lt;br /&gt;He's the grandest of men to have lived on this earth,&lt;br /&gt;Although he's not royal by stature or birth.&lt;br /&gt;He's a man of great dignity, honor and strength.&lt;br /&gt;His merits are noble, and of admirable length.&lt;br /&gt;He's far greater than all other men that we know,&lt;br /&gt;He's our Abah, he's our mentor, our friend and hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be our ABAH!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Asraf, Sofia &amp;amp; Azri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all fathers out there.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy fathers day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-111918223396058602?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111918223396058602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111918223396058602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111918223396058602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111918223396058602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-abahs-day.html' title='happy ABAH&apos;s day'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111891881560861513</id><published>2005-06-16T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:06:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is up and I need to keep on movin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was my last day at Perembun. I’ve been very fortunate to have been given the chance to work with and get close to some of the most incredible people whom I think would one day become successful entrepreneurs or perhaps some of them already are. I don’t think that I’m wrong to say that they are probably among the people who actually drive the country’s corporate world into becoming more competitive and dynamic. I think highly of them as they are so knowledgeable, experienced, well-versed, confident, influential and full of bright ideas in almost everything. Most importantly they do their work out of passion and love and not so much for money, recognition and power. They are my mentor and I admire most of their way of challenging themselves in every obstacle that they may face in life with a lot of courage and willpower, resolving problems and dealing with the toughest business scenarios with limited resources and little support and still manage to accomplish something. They are modest and unpretentious people. There never was age discrimination when I was with them. They were not afraid of sharing their thoughts of life with me and provided me with good guidance upon maneuvering myself into becoming a better person in whatever field that I might go into. I’m pretty sure with their strong determination, enthusiasm, right attitude, strong characteristic and undying momentum to move forward would indefinitely one day make them big and triumph in the business world. I wish them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now beginning to miss everybody there since they have become close friends to me and had treated me like family during my short stay there. You know in life, you will come to a certain point where you are then required to make a choice upon which path to take and which direction to follow. This has been the case for me as I had come to that point whereby I had to make the decision either to leave the company or to stay. I’ve made up my mind and hopefully I’ve made the right choice to leave and be at a place where I anticipate that the grass would be so much greener. I’ve always dreamt of making it big on my own and I have always believed that the greatest dreams are always unrealistic and no matter how unrealistic your dreams are, if you work hard towards achieving your dreams, you would succeed and live to see the fruit or else you’ll just end up dreaming away and not being able to wake up from that dream which can then turn into a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working alongside such great people has been the best ever experience so far in my career as a young engineer (as told by eddie) and I wish to thank Mr. Khairul, Mr. Eddie, Mr. Rahim, Mr. Engku as well as Dr. Shafie for making my short working life at Perembun a memorable one. May Allah bless you guys always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/IMG_0297-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;From left..Mr. Rahim, Dr. Shafie, Mr. Azraf and Mr. Khairul.. For 100% free hot pics of Mr. eddieputera , please visit www.adiejin.blogspot.com (no credit card required) and for Mr. Engku Hassan's timeless pics, watch out for the Old-Kid-on-the-new-blog!! Coming to you soon!!&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/13480274-111891881560861513?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111891881560861513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111891881560861513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111891881560861513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111891881560861513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/time-is-up-and-i-need-to-keep-on-movin.html' title='Time is up and I need to keep on movin...'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111883677242033702</id><published>2005-06-15T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:59:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you spot Darth Vader?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/IMG_0257-11.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-111883677242033702?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111883677242033702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111883677242033702&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111883677242033702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111883677242033702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/can-you-spot-darth-vader.html' title='Can you spot Darth Vader?'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111876630339228113</id><published>2005-06-14T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T00:55:01.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I know this guy??</title><content type='html'>Sorry Bro..but Sofia had asked me to put up this photo on my blog.. she thinks that you looked super-duperly cool with that on.. I think so too.. anyways.. there shudn't be any problems so long as you wear it on the left.. (ni mesti kena paksa dengan sofia.. hehe.. hari ni dia paksa aku cakap ngan dia masa aku tengah ngantuk gile.. mata dahla merah.. satu jam lak tuh!! cerita pasal handbag je.. siut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/IMG_0279-1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-111876630339228113?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111876630339228113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111876630339228113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111876630339228113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111876630339228113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/do-i-know-this-guy.html' title='Do I know this guy??'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111859318497909150</id><published>2005-06-13T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:19:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the brother meets the sister</title><content type='html'>YAY!!... my dearest sis is gonna be back home in a few hours time! glad that she'll be spending her summer holidays here instead of spendin em over there in the country with the most horrible and miserable weather. See you soon Sis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/CIMG0396-2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis smiling away as her big bro melantak pasta hidupan laut...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-111859318497909150?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111859318497909150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111859318497909150&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111859318497909150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111859318497909150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-brother-meets-sister.html' title='When the brother meets the sister'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111858374994963577</id><published>2005-06-12T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:10:44.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night that I should REMEMBER..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/107-0777_IMG-01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Image777-01.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I picked up Nizam at his place and went straight to Bangsar to have some din-din. Tried to call others to join us but the Akademi Fantasia thingy was on, so everybody else decided to just stay at home and watch that stupid show.. dunno what pleasure they get out of watchin a bunch of people who can't sing well and people who were not born and fit to become singers being criticized and told off in front of the whole nation on national television for not being able to sing well!!.. buduh!! hahahaha!! (sorry if you are one of em AF fans..hehe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming back to where we were, oh yes, Makan malam time.. we walked through the streets of bangsar not knowing where to eat and what to eat until we finally settled down at one of Bangsar's decent but not too crowded cafe.. it's a new cafe actually with a very cozy ambience and orangey earthy theme colour.. which makes you feel refreshed.. and alive when you dine there.. err.. feels like sitting in a big carrot with holes actually.. hehe. The food was kinda ok.. well, the orange walls, orange doors, orange spot lights, everthing else orange, orange this and that..blah blah blah orange.. made the whole darn cafe too orange that the food looks orange too!!! luckily the food didn't taste like oranges!! Get some other colours in will ya!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling up our stomachs with something which we werent too sure what they are called but they tasted something like bubur arnab dicampur kari kepala kambing.. slimey, looks nasty but yummy and mengenyangkan, we went off to Zouk to meet up with the rest of the guys n gals. Pajey, Lan etc was there too. Had some good drinks with my fellow friends and met a lot of new people. I met a couple of pretty ladies there but the thing is with me.. I am so fucking forgetful. I kinda forgot their names each time they tell me. The names just didn't register into my head for dunno what reason.. sheesh.. buduh tul! Probably it was too dark and loud in there that the whole thing just made my brain malfunctioned for a while.. or maybe I was too "weng" n all messed-up..hahaha! anyways poor guy this Azraf boy is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanie.. if you are reading this..I'm very very sorry for not being able to pick you up last night because shaniza or whatever her name was, the sexy chief stewardesslaa.. hehe forgetful Azraf!! and Nurul the gorgeous-so-fine and attractive female human.. were'nt available and had other plans.. hehe.. so I figured that it's best that u stayed home since they weren't gonna come along.. hahaha!! okla.. dah beli bag fendi tuh takkan nak merajuk.. fuyyo!! mcm supermottel la u.. pakai bag tuh.. hahahaha!!  kiddin ok? we cool girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-111858374994963577?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111858374994963577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111858374994963577&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111858374994963577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111858374994963577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/night-that-i-should-remember.html' title='A night that I should REMEMBER..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111840777779465622</id><published>2005-06-10T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T20:59:25.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some photos of my good mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Sofiasengagementday06211.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/CIMG0430-1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-111840777779465622?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111840777779465622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111840777779465622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111840777779465622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111840777779465622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-some-photos-of-my-good-mates.html' title='Just some photos of my good mates'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111837804266074472</id><published>2005-06-10T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:33:11.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A strong wind of Change....</title><content type='html'>One of the greatest things in life is to be able to take control of your own life and not let others decide for you. When others decide for you, you'll just end up being another fake, pretender, wannabe etc and not knowing what you're doing or supposed to do. One will be afraid to try out new things and do whatever he or she desires. So, he or she will never develop him/herself into a more creative person bacause of so much discouragements and restrains being imposed in his/her everyday life.  Well it all goes down to how you were brought up and the environment that you were brought up in. As for me, when I was younger, my parents were very over-protective of me. They'll decide everything.. what I should do and what I shouldn't do. In a way it is good as they had everything all planned out for me and I was always told that my future would be a bright one. They have taught me to be more responsible, disciplined and be what I am today. Thanks ma and abah for that. What you've done for me and what you've given me throughout my 23 years of life will always be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not that good of a person actually..hehe. I'm just like everyone else too.. a living soul trying my best to survive in this exhilirating world where there's so much evilness and cruelties. and of course people tend to make mistakes along their journey of life in search of their true selves. That is why everybody's imperfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that I found out that wasn't really good bout it is that I became too dependable upon my parents and lack of confidence. Eventhough I'm like all-grown up now, I tend to let my parents to still decide for me because I'm quite used to it. You might say that I'm not independent, incapable, anak manja or what.. but that's how I was brought up and can't really blame me for that! hehe.. Parents gave me everything and all that I ever wanted was provided. I was a spoilt kid back then. asked money from parents almost everyday and spent em all on stupid things. Well, not that I don't ask them for money now but really I'm not what I used to be now. I'm a changed person.. What changed me into a better person was when something bad happened to me at one point a few years back, when I was at University. I have learned to appreciate how my parents had to sweat to raise me into what I am now, not to take things for granted as most importantly appreciate life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very generous person actually but sometimes too charitable that people would take advantage of me.. It took time for me to realise that but you know rezeki Tuhan bagi kena share dgn org susah.. and rezeki ada di mana2. I believe it's how much effort you're willing to put in and how hardworking and enthusiastic you are will determine ur rezeki and of course Tuhan will decide on that one. Also luck plays an important role but then again it will depend on you. I just hope there wll be a light at the end of every tunnel that I went in because I have another week or so before I leave the company that I'm working with and be on my own... yeah me trying to be independent... gelakla.. mcm aku pedulik!! Hahaha.. not to be optimistic or what but hope things will work out well and life would be better for me! berdoalah untuk kawan kau ni agar dia berjaya dan maju jaya bukan mcm jayathingam yg jaga toilet kat jaya jusco tu.. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/CIMG0367-3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-111837804266074472?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111837804266074472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111837804266074472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111837804266074472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111837804266074472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/strong-wind-of-change.html' title='A strong wind of Change....'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111825488467676085</id><published>2005-06-09T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:57:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK-A-Bye Me..</title><content type='html'>Its kinda late for me to write something up... just gotten back from subang after witnessing a live band playing some good rock music..and the famous "gorengan maut" by my good man Din. I stayed there for a while, had some drinks with my bestest buddies and had some fun. really enjoyed the night..  Well I had to go there tonight because I had promised Din to lend him my guitar because he needs it to practise on his music and improve on his plucking skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of something to write up tomorrow.. as for now.. it's time for me to hit the shower and go straight to bed... sweet dreams people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/IMG_0632-22.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gile weng sial.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480274-111825488467676085?l=azruff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/feeds/111825488467676085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480274&amp;postID=111825488467676085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111825488467676085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480274/posts/default/111825488467676085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azruff.blogspot.com/2005/06/rock-bye-me.html' title='ROCK-A-Bye Me..'/><author><name>azraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13756359438257438834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/Asraf21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480274.post-111816248851608892</id><published>2005-06-08T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:40:17.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey begins here...</title><content type='html'>Well here I am now for the first time ever writing about me, myself and I. Never have I kept a diary before and never in my life that I have jotted down or recorded any events or happenings or whatever that I have come across in life. Maybe I was too busy with something else.. or perhaps I had better things to do..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are all that I retain inside my pretty messed-up brain waiting for the time for me to recall them. There are memories which are well remembered and memories that I cherished. Some memories are just temporary. Some memories are just forgotten and meant to be forgotten. Memories are recollections that made our lives colourful, made you a better person and what keep the world moving. It's like when you need to motivate yourslef to do better, you would think back to what you have achieved in life and what mistakes in life that you have endured so far and trying your best not to repeat them or perhaps if you want to cook some nice Nasi Bryani and lamb curry for your friends abroad, you would probably want to recall back the ingredients that you used when you first prepared em food for your whole family during Hari Raya Korban or probably when you want to reconcile with your other half, you would of course try to recollect whatever that went wrong that triggered the argument in the first instance to strengthen your relationship. Reminiscing the things in the past can sometimes make you laugh, sometimes make you cry and sometimes make you go crazy! That's what makes life so interesting and life.. is always full of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brains are like super-computers, storing all kinds of data which help us to collect and store whatever we see, hear and experience. The more we see, hear and experience, the more memory we will have. The more you recall them, the better you'll remember. Memories permeate your whole life. You live with them sometimes not realizing that you're using them. At times when something goes bad or wrong that you would wonder and ponder that you have done something in the past and forgotten all about it just because your memory lets you down and you didn't really pay attention to whatever that you were doing or have done before.It's just like misplacing your house keys and not being able to get into your house when it is almost 4 am in the morning or perhaps recalling your old friend's name when he suddenly appears in front of you out of nowhere and he starts to talk about you or probably trying your hardest to recall how you first rode a bicycle when you are asked to teach your brother to learn how to ride a bicycle. Tht is why you need your brain to work and your memory to come into play. A good memory is so important so that you will not show off your stupidity and clumsiness to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to live a better life and to have a not so forgetful life, the best thing to do is to jot down whatever I can or record em all well not just in my brain but to write them down or express them all out so that at least not all events that took place in the past and the ones which are still unwritten in my life will be lost and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b135/azraf/AsrafTehran22.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life to remember... 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