<?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-3224950147617899631</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:31:35.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TALK.WALK.LAUGH</title><subtitle type='html'>everybody has their own personal resentments</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-5043000576764752915</id><published>2011-07-11T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:30:48.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean 1.0</title><content type='html'>Blog walking has been filled with the pure consistency beating an egg to make creme bulee. (Almost) Every person has an opinion about Bersih (codename:Clean), some more supportive, others oppressive. Lets look into the facts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Mainstream Media&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the era of Tunku Abdul Rahman to the notorious Malaysian Balls of Steels Tun Mahathir and now of Mr Najib (not including the honest Pak Lah of course), Malaysians has taken their control of the mainstream media as an open secret. They use this doctrinating tool as a legitimate way to pass government centric views of the governmental policies and strangle their opposition to smithereens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As reports come flocking by during crunch hour, the facts were simple. Assuming (only) 9000 people amassed in the heart of Kuala Lumpur, no more no less. Protesters that come from mainly the Malay majority went from peaceful to barbaric. Provocations of one party to the other has lead to squirrels that lead to police and FRU intervention, that would result into the usage of salt to reduce the effects of tear gas flown left and right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day, the men in blue would prevail (obviously) with their superior equipments and well planned strategies, 1200 citizens would be caught with demonstration leaders swiftly arrested upon arriving the city centre, and sadly, 16 were children. Politicians argued police force was justified and they acted due to provocation etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;i&gt;free &lt;/i&gt;media has reported that business in Kuala Lumpur has been shot down by these demos, taxi drivers didn't have any work to do and the common joe was stuck in a traffic jam for at least 4 hours. Crippled economy like the Tahrir Square and the Arab Springs they took parallels of, an used as paradigm to exemplify the demonstrations actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came Mr Najib and his merry Men, ridiculing the-one-who-should-not-be-named, claiming that UMNO could do better substantially, and the Youth Wing had done a better job than the full entity, and with his mimickery gestures of a Donald Duck, ended the fiasco (at the time of writing). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continuation of part 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-5043000576764752915?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5043000576764752915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=5043000576764752915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5043000576764752915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5043000576764752915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2011/07/clean-10.html' title='Clean 1.0'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-386492493345821867</id><published>2011-01-31T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:07:04.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a gulf tragedy perhaps?</title><content type='html'>Who ever that hasn't been ignorant, watching the TV or browsing online, must know that there is a bit of a crisis in Egypt and Tunisia. What happened you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People's revolution they call it, a bit of what a party in Malaysia wanted to achieve but failed miserably, but hey, at least there where no riots. (but jalan jem lah) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People's revolution isn't a new term, Thailand recently used it to oust the ruling government (and failed), most African countries tried (yet again failed because new leaders are more corrupted). The fact it, to find a sincere 'Rakyat' leader with no hidden agenda is like finding a needle in a hay stack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But look, having said that, I do employ that the people have certain rights that they need to voice out. If I was in a major oil producing country that get 1.6B of American aid and at the same time my daily income is less that $2, I would question some people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, how can it be justified to unleash prisoners? I mean, 'cmon! Prisoners? Rapist and murderers of your family, are you just plain or playing stupid? The sadistically justification may be that they need the monstrous aggression to clash with the cops. Hmm...you'd never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another point of contention is that, why America hasn't reacted yet? I mean, a People's Revolution is meant for a fair and free elections which provide democracy, in which is America's proxy. Obama for one, should have seized the opportunity to intervene rather than staying put. Or maybe, big uncle sam is just afraid to take the wrong side?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face it, Hosni Mubarak was a puppet for Uncle Sam and when their puppet is broken, they're trying to find a new one, but not just yet, their gonna wait until the very last minute and see whether their puppet has still any use. If the deem not, then here comes the hero to save the day. (like, if they come in now, everything would come to an end)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hail People's Revolution &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the real one I mean, not the overly flambuyount - wanting to rule the government in 21 days kind) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-386492493345821867?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/386492493345821867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=386492493345821867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/386492493345821867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/386492493345821867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2011/01/gulf-tragedy-perhaps.html' title='a gulf tragedy perhaps?'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-2628698676050336863</id><published>2011-01-30T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:23:07.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of sino-malay relations</title><content type='html'>Some people may recall the incident that altered the way our country has been governed. The so-called unspeakable date in which racial hatred washed its heed upon our streets. You know what I mean.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that, it is 2011, and Malaysia has been prospering for more over 50 years, show that there are still a sense of racial harmony in our state, but to what extent can we gauge our compromise for the other race, or is it only an outer fabrication?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem that Mr. Najib has bestowed upon us is to find a medium ground for all the races in Malaysia to correlate and coexist with each other. As a matter of fact, that isn't something new, as Tun Abd Rahman and Tun Mahathir all aspire the same things, albeit with different taglines. Nonetheless, the phrase 1Malaysia is still catchy. Back to the problem, the government want us to be tolerant and understanding. We get that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the thing is, up to certain point, there are still resentments in society that quietly linger amongst Malaysians of different race towards the other. Why? It's only human nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human nature seeds to the fact that there must be a preferential treatment towards someone/something that has the same racial/religious/social background as we do. It's a proven fact. It doesn't mean that someone is a racist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example 1, a Malay would rather buy a halal food from a Malay than from a Chinese, this is because, even though they acknowledge that the food is halal, there's a biased judgement that supersedes the quality of the food available, likewise for Chinese and Indians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order for Mr. Najib to break the cycle, he has to start from the roots, not only promoting the concept superficially, and selling the slogan so 24-hour retail shops can use it and have a dig at the Selangor State Assembly, but utilize it to generate TRUSTS from each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather than forgetting East Malaysia (or West?), lets embrace them, and use them as an example on racial relations are partaked in their daily lives. They don't have any discriminatory feelings towards one another, because they are plural society that respects one another beliefs and create no prejudice towards one another. This is because their culture is inter-mixed, Sarawak for example, has Ibans that marry Chinese, or Malays that marry Melanau creating another sub-culture of people that intertwine in both worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not saying that mix marriage is an essential tool for better understanding. Just earmarking that an intertwined culture and the possibility of a Malay wanting to celebrate Chinese New Year the way a traditional Chinese family would do is scarce, because they are afraid it's un-Malay like (and most probably afraid of Bah Kut Teh). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Chinese New Year my Chinese friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I would love to join a Chinese New Year celebration)    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-2628698676050336863?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/2628698676050336863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=2628698676050336863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/2628698676050336863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/2628698676050336863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-sino-malay-relations.html' title='of sino-malay relations'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-7694815552646375496</id><published>2009-09-27T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:04:25.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never say never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some things we don't talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rather do without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just hold the smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falling in and out of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashamed and proud of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together all the while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can never say never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why we don't know when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time and time again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Younger now then we were before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture you're the queen of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Far as the eye can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Under your command&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be your guardian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When all is crumbling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steady your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can never say never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why we don't know when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time time time again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Younger now than we were before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're pulling apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And coming together again and again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're growing apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we pull it together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pull it together, together again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This song is from THE FRAY's latest album, i think its their 2nd single. Check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPUYl8Aom8Y"&gt;Never Say Never- The Fray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I think this song is great! The lead (Issac Slade) sang it with soul and power, his voice sounded really honest in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; white-space: pre; "&gt;delivering the song. The lyrics and melody are a match made in heaven and people will feel deeply touched by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; white-space: pre;"&gt;sound and arrangement. Got to check this out! Personally, it touched me as my lovely gal dedicated this song to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-7694815552646375496?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/7694815552646375496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=7694815552646375496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7694815552646375496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7694815552646375496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-say-never.html' title='never say never'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-8778969269354593307</id><published>2009-08-16T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T04:59:47.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE me</title><content type='html'>im wasting my time doing nothing.&lt;div&gt;GIVE me a challenge that'd suit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GIVE me something that'd I can work on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GIVE me meaning of life so I can appreciate more and more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GIVE me what you have gave others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, Im in need of a challenge, or else I'll just goof of and do nothing. and the bad part about it is that I'll be bitter about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So c'mon, if anybody asks me to do something interesting, give me a ring, and maybe I'll consider taking on that challenge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-8778969269354593307?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/8778969269354593307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=8778969269354593307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/8778969269354593307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/8778969269354593307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/08/give-me.html' title='GIVE me'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-5145757100840094492</id><published>2009-08-15T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:44:26.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of keyboards and capitalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how I wondered..such a wonderful world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;full of gayness and tranquility, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where people walk hand in hand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;creating peace, spreading love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enjoying what we call earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;actually, i didn't know what to write. So I came up with this crap. Though, while I was coming up with this crap, I had a  thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Who came up with the keyboard arrangements for the letters haa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's like, why didn't the follow the alphabets or something? and why is it all soo jumbled up. haiih, capitalism just made me confused again. So people with the answer, please tell me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Confused average joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-5145757100840094492?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5145757100840094492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=5145757100840094492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5145757100840094492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5145757100840094492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-keyboards-and-capitalism.html' title='of keyboards and capitalism'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-4811796694165894433</id><published>2009-08-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:04:28.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whaat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SoWZDrXSg-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pbWnt60QDQk/s1600-h/IMGP8751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SoWZDrXSg-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pbWnt60QDQk/s320/IMGP8751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369866419168248802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa aku bosan.bosan kerana apa?bosan kerana mengikut. ikut apa ya?ikut apa yang disuruh la!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick and tired of this needing to DO what THINK that you need to do! ya'll get me? No for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ponder on this lingering question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine schools being more of a holistic- kinda subjective type of teaching. Imagine were teachers don't coerse you into learning but rather invite you over to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine a place where you can think whats what and whats not, and at the same time develop your mental capabilities in pursuing the dreams of thinkers alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got another question. Where would Einstein or Newton be if from the beginnings of their life, they were indoctrinated with these rigid and harsh way of using your mind. Just memorizing and getting to know the answers, where we all know that in a milisecond will fly straight out of your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please people, don't indoctrinate our nation with false hopes and dreams. Don't stunt their beautiful minds to work and create wonders. Please let us think our own thoughts and create our own geniuses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By that spirit, we can enjoy freedom of soul, mind and spirit. And by that, we can find unity in all forms of life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thinking yo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Average joe's thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-4811796694165894433?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4811796694165894433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=4811796694165894433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4811796694165894433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4811796694165894433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/08/whaat.html' title='whaat?'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SoWZDrXSg-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pbWnt60QDQk/s72-c/IMGP8751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-8707154937911260906</id><published>2009-08-11T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:46:23.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hu'uh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SoGuY2j7cxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MBgY6bJJbPA/s1600-h/IMGP8568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SoGuY2j7cxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MBgY6bJJbPA/s320/IMGP8568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368763972788646674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys... &lt;div&gt;long time no update huh? sorry, it's just been that I got a lot of things on my plate currently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to juggle stuff ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, currently owning a Pentax K-m DSLR..totally awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Average joe of joe-ness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-8707154937911260906?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/8707154937911260906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=8707154937911260906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/8707154937911260906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/8707154937911260906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/08/huuh.html' title='hu&apos;uh'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SoGuY2j7cxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MBgY6bJJbPA/s72-c/IMGP8568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-3920808152516548537</id><published>2009-08-09T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:17:28.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographic memoirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SoBV2l4jQUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/g2SFuSzVkUE/s1600-h/IMGP8346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SoBV2l4jQUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/g2SFuSzVkUE/s320/IMGP8346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368385152196231490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SoBV2dshEEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GRclMPvSmQc/s1600-h/IMGP8406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SoBV2dshEEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GRclMPvSmQc/s320/IMGP8406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368385149998272578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/Sn-5hd7nqoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/l3wWUGE61-I/s320/IMGP8402.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368213265470433922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/Sn-5h_AmTGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f-NTAyAl6ck/s1600-h/IMGP8400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/Sn-5h_AmTGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f-NTAyAl6ck/s320/IMGP8400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368213274349685858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/Sn-5gg9Qh-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/4uIq72UNLeU/s1600-h/IMGP8347.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/Sn-5gg9Qh-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/4uIq72UNLeU/s320/IMGP8347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368213249102743522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;close up and personal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Average Joe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-3920808152516548537?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/3920808152516548537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=3920808152516548537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/3920808152516548537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/3920808152516548537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/08/photographic-memoirs.html' title='Photographic memoirs'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SoBV2l4jQUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/g2SFuSzVkUE/s72-c/IMGP8346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-6676036994247649725</id><published>2009-08-09T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:46:43.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/Sn8LAH4KTbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZPqqLJv41N4/s1600-h/Sofea+Nur+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/Sn8LAH4KTbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZPqqLJv41N4/s320/Sofea+Nur+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368021377591430578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a picture of Sofea Nur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;acu's niece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;edited by the average joe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taken by average joe's Pentax K-m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going to upload lots more later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-6676036994247649725?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/Sn8LAH4KTbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZPqqLJv41N4/s72-c/Sofea+Nur+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-2151562967470562549</id><published>2009-07-14T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:41:57.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry readers</title><content type='html'>i think yesterday's post was a wee bit to over. i apologise for that.&lt;div&gt;please readers, don't take it seriously. im ok and feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pens of a misunderstood joe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-1144045993447888797</id><published>2009-07-13T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:33:16.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aarggghhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;apa lagi korang nak????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nak aku mampus????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nak aku merana?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nak aku melutut mintak maaf??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;apa lagii???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cakap jek...aku buat la!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sbb aku ni apa kannn..betul tak??ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pens of an pissed off joe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-1144045993447888797?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1144045993447888797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=1144045993447888797' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/1144045993447888797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/1144045993447888797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/07/aarggghhhhhh.html' title='aarggghhhhhh'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-7547990044537359429</id><published>2009-07-13T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:40:58.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im not in the mood. not in the mood for anythin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where was that spunk when I came couple weeks back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has the momentum swifted to smooth sailing, or have I put 'ma feet of the pedal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;10 days yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;work it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pens of the averageness joe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-7547990044537359429?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/7547990044537359429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=7547990044537359429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7547990044537359429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7547990044537359429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood.html' title='mood'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-4194202141705726878</id><published>2009-07-11T04:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:59:52.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>y'know...sometimes i feel disgraced. &lt;div&gt;when sometimes you work so hard for something, yet you can't get it. ya just ain't good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking back. where did I go wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I neglect some parts of myself. did I over-do some other parts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or am I just average. The average joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ain't complaining of averageness. 'cuz it still got 'em perks and privilages. yet, dontcha' ever think that being a bit better than average may work for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put it into this way, when ya get something nice for a change, ain't it feel good? just sayin' that maybe, just maybe, you'd feel that sense of acclompishment for a wee bit of your grown up life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, good I ain't down 3. but better if i get more eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just sayin'....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better luck next time round joe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-4194202141705726878?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4194202141705726878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=4194202141705726878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4194202141705726878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4194202141705726878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-4028077703200006063</id><published>2009-06-20T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T04:43:45.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine sitting on the couch, minding your own bussiness and suddenly..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         4 HUGE monsterous "things" slowly coming towards you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at first you'd think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"naah..never mind, they'd won't bother me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, they'll mutter out these grusomely gross sounds/words, that when you'll try your hardest best not to hear it but in the end, crumble to those loud sound decibels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't stop there, the things they say actually stick at the back of your head and gives you nightmares!OMG! But who is it im referring to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pregnant sisters(3) and their friend(1)!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Imagine them talking about breast feeding, the koyak of the tuttut and etc!!!! OMG its not for a man to hear once, but over and over again?thats just torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though the thought of it is motherly etc, but please, respect the dude sitting there first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nvm, got Sofea Nur to comfort me, if not, got another Nur in my mind. *winkwink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3224950147617899631-4028077703200006063?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4028077703200006063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=4028077703200006063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4028077703200006063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4028077703200006063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/06/surrounded.html' title='Surrounded'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-2139165819788432841</id><published>2009-06-11T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T05:34:54.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SjTrsKMYhDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ERf4AmUQ5F4/s1600-h/Adik+nurr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SjTrsKMYhDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ERf4AmUQ5F4/s320/Adik+nurr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347157801478685746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;noticing this has been a long time. A long time indeed I have noticed. It's just now I have realized the importance of it.&lt;div&gt;I have observed for a long time that it is the human nature to not appreciate things that are in front of them. Especially their family. Wondering and wondering I wonder. Why is that? Is it not true that family isn't important? Are people ignorant enough to not see that family is family and nothing can replace it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Kedah the other day, specifically Sg Petani to wish someone special a happy early birthday. Initially, I went there to spend some quality time with her. However, I got something else. I got a feeling, a feeling that I haven't been able to receive nor feel in a sense of aww in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There they where, sparks of laughter and fits of love enveloped in the beautifully renovated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; semi-D at laguna merbok. Though outsiders will just see it as a simple house, I saw it as comfort and stability. Going through those great gates, awaited I in the house was none other than Fadli, Ija and Mina that along with their stunning and always mesmerizing Kak long. Smiles and laughters accompanied me in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, honestly at first. I was quite nervous, quite anxious too. Why wouldn't I be, I didn't know how to react to the moment and adding to the debacle, I was about to meet the carri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ers of these children and also the carrier of the carrier (haha) or in other words~nenek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SjTrr10slxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JQWrBplGM-Q/s320/DSC01567.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347157796010628882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, going back to the important bit. The feeling. Having met them and spend some good 3 days with them. I felt accepted, and loved. The feeling where you wake up in the morning from a night of a torrid blizzard, and you feel warm and safe under that big wool blanket and you just wanna stay in bed, feeling safe and cozy. Having spent 3 days there, I didn't want to go back. I just wanted to stay there, and be apart of them. Just be there with them, and relish the moments of having somebody younger that looks up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though, it's not like I don't cherish my family. It's just being the youngest, you feel that sometimes they just take you for granted. Taking you for a kid that will never grow up into a man. While the family is getting older, the closeness will still be there but is scarce and will come out occasionally. I'm not complaining, but sometimes, a person needs to feel that unconditional love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-2139165819788432841?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/2139165819788432841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=2139165819788432841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/2139165819788432841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/2139165819788432841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-special.html' title='something special'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SjTrsKMYhDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ERf4AmUQ5F4/s72-c/Adik+nurr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-1240290387754968507</id><published>2009-06-05T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:35:53.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peck peck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fat and gullable one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though, it's fun to be around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking and rambling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joking and poking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comparing sizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All fun all hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See you semester begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fat and adorable friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PeckPeck!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-1240290387754968507?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1240290387754968507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=1240290387754968507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/1240290387754968507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/1240290387754968507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/06/peck-peck.html' title='peck peck'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-1116405822107836542</id><published>2009-05-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:33:19.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished post</title><content type='html'>A man had once said that, and I quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, don't buy it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying has a strong meaning, powerful I might add. Though, the question that I may like to impose is, to what extent do we need to utilize the above saying, or infact, use the piece of advice given to us. Well, let's analyze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, lets look at the quote above. On a personel level, I love that quote. For me, it means stick to the man. If the norms of society doesn't work out for you, then why follow it? I mean, I am a believer of the random soul (if you don't know then I will make a post on the random soul later, just ask aite). If for example, the random soul wants to live in the society, however, due to the inadequecy(is it spelled right?) of the society, that random soul can't well blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making it easier for me to type(hehe), if you want my full idea/input/output on this matter. Give me a comment and I'll hit back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sorry, gtg..nanti aku siapkan post ni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-1116405822107836542?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1116405822107836542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=1116405822107836542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/1116405822107836542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/1116405822107836542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/05/unfinished-post.html' title='Unfinished post'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-6753966361071879792</id><published>2009-05-27T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:02:54.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Climatic</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt the feeling of that preclimatic rush? You anticipate something good, great infact. Something that can give you pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure in a sense that you feel your heart beat faster and faster. Your palm gets sweaty and you respirate faster. You feel something inside of you wanting to gush out hard and fast. You scream deep down inside wishing it will last forever. And when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You feel like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaahhh....*wait, is that it??*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is the feeling of anti-climatic. When you hope the main event to be so god damn interesting and well, pleasurable. It ends up to be, as a friend of mine once said, non-chalant! So freaking slow and boring that your fantasies&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maria Ozawa anyone?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;could be more exciting and even, if you intend to, jerk it off manually (you get what I mean) it would be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though, to all those people with nasty thoughts &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(yes you qilahS),&lt;/span&gt; this post ain't about no explicit pornographic memoirs of mine, but more to the disgust that I have from watching the most hyped about final in, well I guess, the decade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Barcelona vs Man Utd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who would expect? A trashing I might add. A Champions League Final Trashing. Wait. Who got trashed again? What? The DEFENDING champions? wow. Slow down, take a breather. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sigh...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Calm. Calm. CAlm. CAlm. CALm. CALm. CALm. CALM. CALM. CALM. CALM!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;deep breath....in...out....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Firstly, congratulations Barcelona. Well fought, great determenation, magnificant strategy, overall fantastic performance. Messi was everywhere, Iniesta was strategically brilliant, Eto'o was pin point and Puyol was dominating. Congratulations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man Utd? United who? wait, was Roo playing? Ando anyone? Vida was well "dominating" yeah! Ronny? Well, one word for you son, glutton is a sin of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The main problem in the MU team was simple, no determination at all. You could see all  night that the midfield was dominated by Iniesta, Xavi and Busquets. Roo wasn't chasing back, Ronny was just, well, Ronny. Park wasn't up to form. Ando was embarassing. Giggs, your a legend mate but that performance was like Kieran Gibbs fumbling the ball! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, analyzing it, I believe that Darren Fletcher was the key to the United 4-3-3. Since he's not around. Well, yet again Congrats Barca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps: Roo, what happened man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-6753966361071879792?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6753966361071879792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=6753966361071879792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6753966361071879792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6753966361071879792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/05/anti-climatic.html' title='Anti-Climatic'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-4784493235697954282</id><published>2009-05-25T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:05:22.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>I just gotta say One Tree Hill is one of the best TV series that I have watched.&lt;br /&gt;Not only because of the plot and storyline the series potray but also the choices of music in their background that have made it quite array from the norms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An actor, Bethany-Joy Galeotti (Haley James) magnificant voice and brilliant songs! At first I thought she just acted the whole singer-song writer act, but she actually is a singer! If you have the time, go and hear "Feel This". Simple yet powerful, you feel that your surrounded by the calmness and sootheness of the ocean! *cheesy haha* &lt;em&gt;tapi betul apa&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, season 6's finale gila babi la weh!! Who died???? What happend to nate??? How is Leyton's (Lucas/Peyton) baby???nghehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta watch it &lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/"&gt;www.cwtv.com&lt;/a&gt; go go go!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-4784493235697954282?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4784493235697954282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=4784493235697954282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4784493235697954282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4784493235697954282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-tree-hill.html' title='One Tree Hill'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-5127312666896344278</id><published>2009-05-19T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:08:00.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Who am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Where do I belong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;How is this going to end? (or start)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and think. Is this you. Is your life yours?or is it played by a puppeteer? think and Stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-5127312666896344278?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5127312666896344278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=5127312666896344278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5127312666896344278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5127312666896344278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-and-think.html' title='Stop and think'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-4240606079062140579</id><published>2009-05-18T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:39:41.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend of mine</title><content type='html'>I have the sense of being inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inferior to whom you might ask, inferior to a friend is my answer.&lt;br /&gt;One of my good friend, that keeps me up and running at an instant though he is far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparably, he is much much better than me. Academically gifted, has that great natural leader tendency, likeable by all makciks, pakciks and peers.&lt;br /&gt;(though we are quite the same standard in looks~but I'm physically fit than him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel inferior and jealous towards his path. The path that once upon a time I dreamt about it night and day. Getting a scholarship, fast tracking to a foreign country, being miss and adoured by family and friends. Returning home with showers of hugs and kisses from love ones.&lt;br /&gt;I feel inferior towards him because he is a friend that shows upmost humbleness, that calm and laid back attitude that reassures you that everything is achieveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I am going to overcome that inferiority complex and get pass you. When that day comes, you'll be there and say "well done".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: go go Kur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-4240606079062140579?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4240606079062140579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=4240606079062140579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4240606079062140579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4240606079062140579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/05/friend-of-mine.html' title='A friend of mine'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-3597751424106634614</id><published>2009-05-17T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:49:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb genius</title><content type='html'>One more to go, yes, one more to go.... wait,one more to go till I finish THIS semester.&lt;br /&gt;So, how many more till I graduate? or better yet, how many more till I die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years finals surprised me, it is one of the few times in life where I somehow felt that the time allocated was not enough. 3 hours is not enough to answer a paper. 3 bloody hours is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I thought. Why was I able to answer less than 3 hours last year? Is it because now I am an undergraduate? Are the questions harder? Am I thinking of a better answer now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because I'm getting dumber?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;A dumb genius...cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-3597751424106634614?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/3597751424106634614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=3597751424106634614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/3597751424106634614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/3597751424106634614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/05/dumb-genius.html' title='dumb genius'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-5788991752624653236</id><published>2009-05-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:58:23.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing, Drifting</title><content type='html'>Someone said to me that they like sailing. Drifting in the middle of the ocean, taking in the scenery, watching the sunset over the ends of world.&lt;br /&gt;They like being alone, just sucking it in. Surviving independently in the midst of calamity. Taking all those rough winds and high tides, absorbing those negative powers into light-hope of a better journey ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, some of these people say that the hardest part of sailing is when you have two on the boat. Two on board means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 hopes&lt;br /&gt;2 desires&lt;br /&gt;2 ambitions&lt;br /&gt;2 dreams&lt;br /&gt;2 feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might ask, "What is in that fuss of twos?"&lt;br /&gt;One might answer, "Keeping both at bay, both equally happy and song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the challenges of sailing in twos.&lt;br /&gt;As those ferocious tides and waves come splashing at you, destroying your boat of faith, killing the captain of hope and finally dismantling those flags of trusts.&lt;br /&gt;Both of you are knocked unconscious, waking up knowing that you have drifted, far far away from each other. Hoping that when the tides reside and ocean calms you will drift back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that are strong with wit and courage of the seas will peddle hard and strong to get back on the boat and sail once more as twos. Hoping that another storm won't dent their boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others, well, drift and drift and drift. Finally sailing alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winds have came on our boat, turbulating and rocking, I slipped, but I'm holding tight, tight as knot to those handles of joy. No storm nor tide can take me down. Oh no no... I am holding tight.&lt;br /&gt;The question is now, are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-5788991752624653236?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5788991752624653236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=5788991752624653236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5788991752624653236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5788991752624653236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/05/sailing-drifting.html' title='Sailing, Drifting'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-6282797629824794716</id><published>2009-05-10T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:39:46.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am afraid</title><content type='html'>I am afraid, of what to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at life, I wouldn't have imagined going this far. I'm sitting for my first undergraduate final. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;I've just seem to realize it just a couple days back. Undergraduate. The thing is, I'm afraid.I'm afraid I'll flunk hard. REAL hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, the sense of fear actually doesn't help much, well, except for added pressure. It's just, as well as I know I am, I think, I don't really care. The thing I know is, my self-comfortability ahead of everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as much as I am afraid of this finals, I'm not doing anything (i.e studying) at all (or as not that much).&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this is who I am. A lazy genius (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;note: masak la minah yang dapat aku.pemalas!!nghehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-6282797629824794716?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6282797629824794716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=6282797629824794716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6282797629824794716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6282797629824794716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-afraid.html' title='I am afraid'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-5732997754737274344</id><published>2009-05-03T02:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:14:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just me</title><content type='html'>i think that I am inefficient. I'm not good enough for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at other people and see that they have specialties. Some are smart, some are athletic, some have those natural leader tendencies. And I feel that these people have an upper-edge compared to me. I'm lazy, ignorant, slobbish, easily said I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess lots of people tend to feel this way, including me, I want to be good, great. But I can't feel that. I can't feel that one day I'll be great. I feel that I'll only be an ordinary bloke living next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All expectations blown away. I'm not good nor great. I'm just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-5732997754737274344?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5732997754737274344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=5732997754737274344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5732997754737274344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5732997754737274344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-just-me.html' title='I&apos;m just me'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-5203039829813178849</id><published>2009-04-26T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:07:09.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>what do I want in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone. Someone that can understand me, someone that can read my thoughts, someone that knows what I want and when I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being selfish, I want what I want when I want it. Never have considered other people along the way. People that have help nurture and mould me of what I am right now. I am an ungrateful human being. Undeserving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand that I am sorry. For what I have done, and for what I have been. I will not promise change nor promise not to change. I will do something, to make things right...for you, for people that have helped so much. To ease the pain of your hearts and mind. To lift the burden of your sorrows towards me and my ego. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I ask is time. For me to search for myself. To redefine myself and what I want in life. To let my heart and soul and mind to sort things out. To differentiate my rocks from my pebbles and my pebbles from my sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out.....your son, brother, bear and friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-5203039829813178849?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5203039829813178849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=5203039829813178849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5203039829813178849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5203039829813178849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-i-want-in-life-i-want-someone.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-3316485103610957907</id><published>2009-04-22T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:39:18.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't about whats waiting on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miley cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen to the words, fathom the words,digest the meaning and you will climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-3316485103610957907?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/3316485103610957907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=3316485103610957907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/3316485103610957907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/3316485103610957907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/04/climb.html' title='the climb'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-655553263050478867</id><published>2009-04-22T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:10:43.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;your so close yet i miss you&lt;br /&gt;come back&lt;br /&gt;please come back&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/3224950147617899631-655553263050478867?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/655553263050478867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=655553263050478867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/655553263050478867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/655553263050478867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2009/04/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-7932627187729709898</id><published>2008-12-23T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:04:55.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>being alone means differently to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people like to be alone as they could have a time on their own doing their own things with their own pace. Just relaxing and doing their own shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people don't like to be alone since being alone to them means that you suck and you don't have any friends. They like to be around someone that can give them attention, that can talk to them, make jokes, laugh the whole way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people are not alone but feel alone. There would be hundreds and hundreds of people around them, acknowledging their existence, embracing their needs and desires yet the still feel alone. There is this emptiness that creeps in their minds and hearts, it makes them feel that no one in this world understands you. No one can ever have a decent conversation with you, that you can actually express yourself the way you want it. Even the closest person to you that was once the go-to-guy when you had problems now feel so distant and so far away and the only thing that you wanna do is SCREAM! or yet even better, take a gun-shove it down your mouth, pull the trigger back and release........much easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know where i am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-7932627187729709898?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/7932627187729709898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=7932627187729709898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7932627187729709898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7932627187729709898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/12/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-985415072140190249</id><published>2008-12-22T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:26:33.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rama-rama</title><content type='html'>post kali in akan disajikan di dalam bahasa ibunda ku..jikalau tak faham,lantak ko la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saya ada dgr kisah rama-rama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rama-rama yang dulunya ulat hodoh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;namun dijaga dan dibelai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;menjadi ciptaan yang mahakarya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;namun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rama-rama tidak boleh dikongkong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;digengam tegas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kerna,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gengaman erat itu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;menyebabkan rama-rama terbang jauh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jarang-jarang kembali,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rama-rama harus dibelai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dalam gengam erat tapi lembut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kerna kelembutan itu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;melembutkan hati rama-rama untuk kembali lagi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;merindui kelembutan itu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rama-ramaku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha..quite funny for my first BM post ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-985415072140190249?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/985415072140190249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=985415072140190249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/985415072140190249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/985415072140190249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/12/rama-rama.html' title='rama-rama'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-4113861586193430478</id><published>2008-12-21T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:55:27.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weddings</title><content type='html'>2008 has been a hectic year for me. In terms of weddings and engagement mind you. Imagine this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KAK LONG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nikah&amp;amp;tunang: march&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sanding: may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KAK NGAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tunang: march&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nikah&amp;amp;sanding: may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KAK LANG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nikah,tunang&amp;amp;sanding: august&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KAK AYU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tunang: december&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAWI&amp;amp;EKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nikah,tunang&amp;amp;sanding: december&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;why on earth is mawi in my list??*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, the point of this. Why is it a fuss when someone as undetrimental to the earth's outcome as a cow shitting on the padi field at Felda Taib Andak, be so hyped about due to his marriage? I don't deny the fact though that he is popular and people adour him, but still, he is just human. He didn't do anything that special, he didn't actually find a cure for HIV or solve world hunger, he was just one of those lucky blokes that sing for a living, that entertain us~ENTERTAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Siti Nurhaliza was also hyped over proportion over her wedding, I'm not gonna be biased by saying that she deserves it because she sang at Royal Albert Hall though~because she doesn't deserve the hype of that massive wedding, which mind you half of ot was sponsored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though, the cheated many unwitty Malaysians to waste one-and-a-half hour of their lives to watch them bewedd~they should be ashamed more to use their marriage to actually gain income from rights to broadcast the wedding to heeding the traffic in Malaysia due to closed roads so they can drive easily. My gosh, such horrible people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing that uneases me is the fact that during the &lt;em&gt;akad nikah &lt;/em&gt;people couldn't enter the masjid because some network has the right to broadcast the &lt;em&gt;akad nikah&lt;/em&gt;. For me, I would be like "Fuck You" 'cuz I don't give a rat ass about it. I just want to go to the masjid and pray to god, NOT watch people that are unimportant to me to get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I was thinking though. If it were for say Craig Venter, who's studies on DNA sequencing change the outlook on biodiversity in the ocean, then that would be an honour to see him get married. Simply because, he did what Mawi and Siti can't do. Change the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's embrace thinkers, not posers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;go world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps: ouh ya..congrats ayu for the engagement!no malam pertama yet aa!hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-4113861586193430478?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4113861586193430478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=4113861586193430478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4113861586193430478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4113861586193430478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/12/weddings.html' title='weddings'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-1653530812069785620</id><published>2008-12-14T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:20:18.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bali trip</title><content type='html'>you know what?&lt;br /&gt;im going on a trip to bali&lt;br /&gt;its 9.17 and im boarding at 9.50&lt;br /&gt;i arrived at 8.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dahla terus check-in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister &lt;em&gt;kelam kabut &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but she didn't check the ticket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we didn't had our breakfast yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have gastritis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my tummy tengah berangin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shizz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why la kelam kabut?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;steady laaa..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haishh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till next time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;signing off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*wuhuu bali trip!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~gonna miss my hun though~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-1653530812069785620?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1653530812069785620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=1653530812069785620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/1653530812069785620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/1653530812069785620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/12/bali-trip.html' title='bali trip'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-5363504127819378342</id><published>2008-12-10T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:20:04.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late</title><content type='html'>It's since been a whole week since sem break and yet this is my first blog. Sorry for not updating, but the family's broadband ain't working. Guess someone didn't pay the bills! *you know who you are :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this sem break would be a bore, like last sem. Yet this sem break was much better. Surprised?haha.. Well, I think it's because I didn't get my hopes high that much. Planning all this and that with my friends yet in the end, nothing! *ouch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, lots had been happening. One of 'em was aidiladha. I pretty much like aidiladha, because I guess people don't expect much from aidiladha compared to aidilfitri. No you say? Well, look into the preperations itself. For aidilfitri, you'd prepare weeks before the day came and even during the day, your still preparing. For aidiladha, you'd just be like~&lt;em&gt;esok raya eh?taktau lak!&lt;/em&gt;~and mind you, I was one of 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the night before aidiladha, I was actually jollying with some friends. To be exact~tidja,nabil,abu,faiz(abu's weird cousin)~we actually had a blast. Going to hartamas square, one utama and klcc! wow, all in one night! Though, note to the fact, my mum &lt;em&gt;marah gila kat aku sot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm actually surprised this sem break, because my &lt;em&gt;rumah nenek&lt;/em&gt; is filled with cousins! waw! My maksu and her kids came from sabah to celebrate raya with nenek, so the house is kinda like &lt;em&gt;tunggang terbalik&lt;/em&gt; right now! *&lt;em&gt;selamat ada org gaji&lt;/em&gt;* So, since their 'ere, we had a futsal match! That was fun! but my badan sakit-sakit right now! huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I really think yesterday was really great! I went out with Naz and her brother(Fadhli) and two sisters(Ija and Mina), and we really had a blasts! I mean, I was hanging out with 5-12 year olds and I had fun. Though I was a bit winded up after dat, nonetheless, it's feels great once in a while someone calls you &lt;em&gt;abang&lt;/em&gt; instead of &lt;em&gt;adik. &lt;/em&gt;haha. *sigh* missing all of 'em...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for no pics though! My desktop tak pasang lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-5363504127819378342?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5363504127819378342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=5363504127819378342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5363504127819378342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5363504127819378342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/12/late.html' title='late'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-1987092673859284071</id><published>2008-11-29T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:19:09.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F**K YOU</title><content type='html'>I'm shocked! What the hell's happening to the god damn world? Fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually get these blokes. I mean, why on earth do they pick a random day, on a very typical random mumbai morning to fucking kill people?? Is it like a hobby or something? Or even just a way to say~&lt;strong&gt;hey people of the world, we're the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lashkar-e-Toiba&lt;/span&gt; and we came to kill you!wuhuu!!&lt;/strong&gt;~fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why kill people? Oppression? Depression? They feeling that you want to be important in life? If you ever pick up the The New Strait Times today, you'd see that one of the reason is that these fucking blokes wants to make a 9-11 mumbai style. 9-11 mumbai style??WTF? Hello..if you guys haven't heard, 9-11 &lt;strong&gt;HURT&lt;/strong&gt; many people! Fucking self-centered blokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad. Trully am. I mean, I guess this is about religion and belief's. I'm hurt and mad in thinking and knowing that islamic militants(*sigh*) had done this. Muslim's cause hurt to others. I guess this is kind of a retaliation due to the oppression of Islam in certain parts of India. But, aren't there other ways? Ways that will result in less killing, less suffering? I mean, there must be another way. There must be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing..how could you kill civilians? Innocent civilians? Fuck you militants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-1987092673859284071?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/1987092673859284071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=1987092673859284071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/1987092673859284071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/1987092673859284071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/11/fk-you.html' title='F**K YOU'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-3841945044968908035</id><published>2008-11-24T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:29:19.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaa..wut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*arghhh!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chem tak baca, phys??my gosh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jiwa kacau?guess so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272276767728405522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SSrjyVn_DBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/83J8RuaOMC4/s200/along+jakarta+trip+n+umi+family+day+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wish it was stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-3841945044968908035?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/3841945044968908035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=3841945044968908035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/3841945044968908035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/3841945044968908035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/11/aaawut.html' title='aaa..wut?'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SSrjyVn_DBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/83J8RuaOMC4/s72-c/along+jakarta+trip+n+umi+family+day+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-7905000116486181089</id><published>2008-11-21T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:13:40.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no seriously?</title><content type='html'>WARNING!THIS IS GONNA BE A REALLY CHEESY POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it something when you find someone so special in your life, to the point that you can't even bare to be apart for even a second. I mean, it makes you feel sick to the stomach knowing that you have to part ways after just getting to know 'em for a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda sound 50(ya Ayu you win), but I'd rather put aside a job offer(if I get one) worth 5-figures to be with someone that means a lot to me. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, that someone ain't easy to find. Having failed on my previous relationship(satu je kot), I seriously thought that I'd need time to find a replacement. Honestly, I thought maybe-just maybe, I'd find someone after my 2nd year in undergraduates. I mean, I did break-up oh so recently, and I didn't intend to find someone so quickly, but I did. The irony of this is that, she's also like me(the waiting until 2nd year part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an average muslim, I do believe in takdir. I mean, if someone was meant for you. Sooner or later they will find you. Coincidence is bliss. Well, imagine that you were in the same room(prep room for debates) with each other and never saw his/her face or you'd hear his/her name oh so much but never see/get to know each other. All of a sudden, you met him/her and a strike of chemistry made it all so good--hollywood style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person that believes in good communication. I mean, imagine a world where people don't understand each other. They would be like--blahhh..blurrb..blarghhr--to each other and no one would understand. I aslo believe that a good relationship is based on a great talks with each other. We can't keep things bottled up inside and one day release it all in one blast. That day maybe called "the day you goy divorced".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend that says that, if you really like someone, you'd be shy to talk to them and not be yourself. To me--bullshit! I mean, when ARE you going to be yourself? After you get married? and then you'll show that you like to scratch your ass infront of the TV. Drink out from milk carton. Leave your underwear on the floor. I mean, in a relationship, for me, you have to admit these things early on. I mean, it wouldn't be a total shock to you in the latter stages in your relationship. In other words be yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to admit that I found someone. Someone so special, that I could really not stand a minute a part. We have the chemistry, we have the talks, we have the openness in ourselves, we have a common love. We'd only been close friends for less than 4 months and I do think I don't know much about her. Yet, at the same time, I think I know her for years. It's like we've been friends forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week has past since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.11.08 2.53pm i said I LOVE you to Nur Nazehah Abd Rahaman.&lt;br /&gt;She said, I LOVE YOU TOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-7905000116486181089?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/7905000116486181089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=7905000116486181089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7905000116486181089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7905000116486181089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-seriously.html' title='no seriously?'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-6895243864594226046</id><published>2008-11-21T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:52:03.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>malas</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, I feel like studying. Another time in a while(haha), I'd prefer to do nothing. It's not that my head is saturated or something. It's just because I'm a lazy fat ass. I did admit it before, and I'm gonna admit it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been counting down the days, and at this particular time. I have less than 3 days to finish my Emath and Chemistry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skang ni&lt;/span&gt;, I don't have the mood to do anything. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it ain't only me. Guess everybody(not including 'Arif) is gunning at one point to just screw the finals and go back home at which WE can enjoy the constant nagging of our parents and the shitload of nothingness that we have. Ain't that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that to have a library(IRC) in campus is a good thing, I mean, maybe-just maybe, we could enjoy some peace here in Malaysia. It's not like there's bombs or shootings here, but I guess Malaysia is quite a noisy country. Imagine at 3am you could hear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rempit's &lt;/span&gt;screaming here and there, football cheers in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kedai mamak &lt;/span&gt;and the most annoying one, the snoring of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abg long&lt;/span&gt;(haha..no offence kak long!). Back to the point, what's the use of a library if there is no peace and quite, I mean, people talking out loud, laughing quietly as if people can't hear them and gossiping. Yup, there is some gossiping going around the library. Cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malas signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-6895243864594226046?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6895243864594226046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=6895243864594226046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6895243864594226046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6895243864594226046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/11/malas.html' title='malas'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-6570305131352891190</id><published>2008-11-18T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:33:26.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakit perut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's 8.29 am when i started writing this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku sakit perut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku tension blaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ajin tetiba datang raba2 aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pastu amik handphone nabil amik gambar sendiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perasan gila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapikan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku rasa dia gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sebab die raba aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asal die tak blaja?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mm..die pandai kot..agak ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku tension&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bila final nak habis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-6570305131352891190?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6570305131352891190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=6570305131352891190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6570305131352891190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6570305131352891190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/11/sakit-perut.html' title='sakit perut'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-995615614588823241</id><published>2008-11-12T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:57:39.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SRulBE78w4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/1TFZ5Vf7mes/s1600-h/Spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985627063567234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SRulBE78w4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/1TFZ5Vf7mes/s320/Spongebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the net sucks!sorry for no update guys, gimme until 2nd december?haha..dats da time when i could broadband the whole net stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: remind me to create a flickr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985623143562610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SRulA2VWPXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/me0DGJtUceQ/s320/Cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-995615614588823241?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/995615614588823241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=995615614588823241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/995615614588823241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/995615614588823241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahh.html' title='ahh..'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SRulBE78w4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/1TFZ5Vf7mes/s72-c/Spongebob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-4677811134075050942</id><published>2008-11-02T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:41:26.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>Life is so screwed up-for some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean, after thinking about it for some time. I noticed that life is so simple. Yet people like to make it complicated.&lt;/div&gt;Genocide, chemical war, conflicts, killing, war, death, backstabbing, hurtful words and love. Why on earth does this happen? I mean, isn't it more simpler to accept. Let's embrace the world, embrace the races, embrace us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this will continue onwards, than I would rather leave the world first before worser things proceed. I mean, earth, dun make me wait that long before you seek comfort. How about we forget the things we did in the past and proceed on to the future. Let's forget about America nuking Japan and think about America working with Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound like an idealist but this is who I am. Yes you can learn from the past, take it as predence. However, you can't let your past to control your life. Move on, because maybe-just maybe-something better is out there for you. Waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-4677811134075050942?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4677811134075050942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=4677811134075050942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4677811134075050942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4677811134075050942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-2712661479244752253</id><published>2008-10-30T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:17:52.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blurbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never in my life have I ever felt this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had one, but never like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk, walk, laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh so special moments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With you, and you only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being me, unjudgemental,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By you, and only you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No words may describe you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not even perfect nor perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are we meant for each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are we deemed for each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are we made for each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh so many words are used for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One is meant for us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not now, not here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be waiting for that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we are ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget the past quick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we can emerge victorius in the future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;together;One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-2712661479244752253?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/2712661479244752253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=2712661479244752253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/2712661479244752253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/2712661479244752253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/10/blurbs.html' title='blurbs'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-6472840144199797588</id><published>2008-10-22T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:47:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dah makan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of the weird things that I like to enjoy is eating by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I'm no loner or something. I just enjoy the serenity of being able to enjoy your meal without having to converse with other people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oftenly enough I eat with my friends, sharing stories, cracking up jokes, bursting with loud laughter that will just annoy the people eating near you. It's fun if you think about it. Eating with friends will make you feel the sense of security of having people around you. Maybe, just maybe you'll feel proud that you have friends to eat with. Or maybe, just maybe some people have the fear of eating alone because they are afraid of being alone,feeling the loneliness that in fact are deep within them. It's only a theory but to some extent it maybe true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that eating alone is somewhat of spiritual test. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a hippy or anything equivalent to it, but what I'm saying here is that to be eating alone is man. I personally feel that by eating alone itself can test you depth in mind. It shows that you are brave, you aren't afraid to do something beyond the norm, you are unique by your own means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, eating alone is like a trip to hawaii. Enjoying the tranquility and peace of mind. Being able to think and to observe other people their, and the most important part. Able to enjoy my food without being &lt;em&gt;pau&lt;/em&gt;-ed!haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend asked me why did I ate alone. A friend felt sorry for me because I ate alone. I love eating alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259973362379301826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SP8t55Cio8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/J27Cyn8On1s/s200/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-6472840144199797588?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6472840144199797588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=6472840144199797588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6472840144199797588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6472840144199797588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/10/dah-makan.html' title='dah makan?'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SP8t55Cio8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/J27Cyn8On1s/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-342898854482503475</id><published>2008-10-20T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:53:22.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy fat ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'll do anything to just stop my mind from thinking so vigrously so often. I mean, it's not that I don't like it, but I've been thinking about really stupid stuff really. Why can't I filter these thoughts and just focus on the means currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A not so hectic day yesterday, I mean my friends and I did have full lectures on Monday plus my physics lab/tutorial, but 2 of the classes were cancelled. I was surprised at the amount of rajin-ness I posses today, I manage to finish my chemistry assignment and do my literary analysis(although I stopped half way through because someone said they already found it on DC++ ; well at the end her laptop got virus so we still nees to make a new one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259383503237058322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SP0Vbkf-jxI/AAAAAAAAADg/3l6U1xBu4LQ/s320/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cool pic eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on to today's moral lesson. Focus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess in the past year I've changed a lot. I have less pimples, I got whiter(maybe), my hair became less of a sabut kelapa and more like a real hair. Well, these changes are not quite that important, the important bit is the ability to focus in class that used to be my number 1 weapon to due well in exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be frank, I'm a lazy fat ass boy that prefers to sleep or eat or both at the same time if I can instead of studying. I mean, at my old school I was either going to class or sleeping in my room. However, I managed to catch up solely due to focus. I didn't sleep in class nor did I intend to skip it. It kinda amazes me how the amount of focus a person can give actually determines the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I tried focusing in class(which usually I'd have an attention span for the first 15 minutes). Oh I was surprised. My brain could actually understand the null and notorius teachings of Dr Isa and the all talk-no-stop Dr John. Warning, after a long time I didn't practice focusing, my head went dizzy and I ended up being tired at 10!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden focus? Since entering UTP I had fathom for change, and I knew I could change back to the old me anytime I wanted. My friends told me that I was &lt;em&gt;abu-abu &lt;/em&gt;*screw you*. So for that day, I tried becoming the old me(the good part I mean) and I succeeded!haha...screw you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I should change the today's moral lessons to "get off your lazy fat ass and change you fat bastard" or shouldn't I. naah..I'm to lazy to write the upper half of this post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off: lazy fat ass&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259388274934892306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SP0ZxUdZRxI/AAAAAAAAADo/uUD_VOX5NTY/s200/DSC01216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-342898854482503475?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/342898854482503475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=342898854482503475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/342898854482503475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/342898854482503475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/10/lazy-fat-ass.html' title='lazy fat ass'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SP0Vbkf-jxI/AAAAAAAAADg/3l6U1xBu4LQ/s72-c/DSC00127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-7468996061223185033</id><published>2008-10-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:43:21.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snippets</title><content type='html'>Is it because of you that I feel so low? I mean, once I was the one that could do anything-might that be everything when I was with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you the one that made me feel invincible and superior at the same time. As if I can do anything I pleased of doing. Now though, doing a simple 2x2 equation is as hard as memorizing a whole text book of physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is to be blamed for my demise? Is it you? Or is it I to be accountable for my own fall? I mean, I’m not blaming anybody though, but maybe, just maybe the one I used to heart is to be blamed? Even a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Nak buat macam mana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-7468996061223185033?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/7468996061223185033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=7468996061223185033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7468996061223185033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7468996061223185033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/10/snippets.html' title='snippets'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-8073046645404480390</id><published>2008-10-18T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T02:19:40.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's just be friends</title><content type='html'>today is quite a dissapointing day for me. I was so suppose to go to the Kami gig in Bukit Jalil with some friends, but I got stuck with the a very bad case of demam urat-which my sis diagnoised me-and had to stay home doing nothing. So guys, have fun without me! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on, how about some thoughts of mind. Today's moral lesson is about let's just be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it hard to meet new people? I mean, to the fact that mingling around with other people will make other people talk about you. In the current status quo of Malaysian students is that when they see a guy hanging out with a girl, the will automatically say that there is something going on between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it wrong to conclude something so hard(love) so quickly? I mean, this is someone else's life your talking about and who are you to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I think the level of open-ness in the Malaysian society has lead to this. I mean, no offence though, my university is filled with students with a family background of conservative and lack of open-ness in them. When they see something different which is out of their norm, they will talk. Mind this, maybe some people such as I will not be offended but others? Come on, some things should be filtered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known to the fact that let's just be friends. I particularly like the meaning of it. It says that let us be close and at the same time dettach ourselves from feelings of each other. I myself have no problem in doing this, but others can't. Some people such as myself are not in a comittable position, we can't commit due to several reason's. It's not like we can't, but it's because we don't want to-yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think I will hold on to the saying "lets just be friends". I hope you will to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-8073046645404480390?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/8073046645404480390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=8073046645404480390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/8073046645404480390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/8073046645404480390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-just-be-friends.html' title='let&apos;s just be friends'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-8611010085695095848</id><published>2008-10-04T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:45:46.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>solutions and execution</title><content type='html'>as i grow older, the spirit of raya in has slowly diminised in the pit of my guts. It's not as if I'm not celebrating raya, but it is because the celebration of raya has been not up to expectation as previous years have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again I have asked myself the same question. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and solving problems are my sanctuaries. Execution of them are my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking the best way to rekindle the amount of raya-ness in me. I have found the solution. I couldn't get the execution. Yet, as I thought about it over and over again. Continuosly finding other precedented means that could support my justification. The conclusion to my solution was simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to the involvement of several parties in this less chaotic mechanism. The solution could not be done. Thinking again, it knocked on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few should be sacrificed to the betterness of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my family the few that should be sacrificed? Guess so. Nevermind. I'm used to be miserable and hiding it from 'people'. I know this for a fact, when you smile, others will too. I thought, eventhought this raya sucks for me, don't let the blokes around me feel it. Let them enjoy the raya-ness in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this raya, I read a great Dan Brown novel called Deception Point.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this raya, I got half-hearted raya sms's from 'friends'.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this raya, I got car-lagged.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this raya, I hearted someone.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this raya, I got angpau.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this raya, I didn't get any raya-ness at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:waiting eagerly for this oddly mix of naz's kek lapis and mercun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-8611010085695095848?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/8611010085695095848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=8611010085695095848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/8611010085695095848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/8611010085695095848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/10/solutions-and-execution.html' title='solutions and execution'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-8959411163775298984</id><published>2008-09-20T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:22:13.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SNUhl_dp-EI/AAAAAAAAADI/e4eMoStpH9s/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248137877344876610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SNUhl_dp-EI/AAAAAAAAADI/e4eMoStpH9s/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;blogging is a form of art that many people do but not many can master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to blog is hard to maintain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to blog is hard to get a voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the voice that leads to a great post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a great post comes once a month; if lucky, once a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for me, it hasn't come yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;readers...please wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-8959411163775298984?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/8959411163775298984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=8959411163775298984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/8959411163775298984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/8959411163775298984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SNUhl_dp-EI/AAAAAAAAADI/e4eMoStpH9s/s72-c/DSC00113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-3096248690467888176</id><published>2008-09-13T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:17:24.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm at home, wondering what should i do at 3 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my astro is unpaid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my ps2 is in putrajaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my desktop is in tronoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these are the times that i wish i could spend it like the good old days where i would hang out with my cousins or my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when is that gonna happen again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-3096248690467888176?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/3096248690467888176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=3096248690467888176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/3096248690467888176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/3096248690467888176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-5119491421656579031</id><published>2008-09-08T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:02:06.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inside scoop</title><content type='html'>There's been a lot of crap happening this weekend and I haven't had the time to write anything new. So, I've thought that I'd give ypu guys an inside scope of the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244787870021470274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk6x5roSEI/AAAAAAAAACA/buDZ2EoQjws/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk86KMsiLI/AAAAAAAAACo/GqrhrzoC0Po/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244790210917337266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk86KMsiLI/AAAAAAAAACo/GqrhrzoC0Po/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk86X_vLBI/AAAAAAAAACw/gapaN4ftgXM/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244790214621080594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk86X_vLBI/AAAAAAAAACw/gapaN4ftgXM/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk86qOXG-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/XxS8CiijJlE/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244790219514256354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk86qOXG-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/XxS8CiijJlE/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk86_xm4EI/AAAAAAAAADA/wOX9veYUDRY/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244790225299234882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk86_xm4EI/AAAAAAAAADA/wOX9veYUDRY/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk6yeFDhDI/AAAAAAAAACI/rJ51nIXINbk/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244787879791789106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk6yeFDhDI/AAAAAAAAACI/rJ51nIXINbk/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk6yqXZltI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8vENdwwsTNk/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244787883089958610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk6yqXZltI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8vENdwwsTNk/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk6zCSa7PI/AAAAAAAAACY/UELFlY96F14/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244787889511525618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk6zCSa7PI/AAAAAAAAACY/UELFlY96F14/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk6zmHcCRI/AAAAAAAAACg/e5CBgIzXuy4/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244787899129137426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk6zmHcCRI/AAAAAAAAACg/e5CBgIzXuy4/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-5119491421656579031?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5119491421656579031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=5119491421656579031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5119491421656579031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5119491421656579031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/09/inside-scoop.html' title='inside scoop'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMk6x5roSEI/AAAAAAAAACA/buDZ2EoQjws/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-733049278832062602</id><published>2008-09-07T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:39:26.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I fell hard and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The postscript up there has double meanings. First is that I literally fell down hard on my ass when I was playing football this afternoon. I thought for a second there I broke my bone (more specifically my coccyx) but luckily the amount of fatness in my ass just broke the fall for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling hard sucks. It doesn’t matter if you fall down like me, fall down the stairs or fall down from were you think it was the best place for you. I have a story to tell you, it maybe quite boring yet there are certain morals in it that you can take precedence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenage years of my life are full of show boating and arrogance due to the feeling that I should be significant in other people’s perspective. I should be the yellow dot on the map that men search for when they’re lost. I should be the marker in which men should strive to accomplish. I should be the asshole for believing that I am significant to other men when I’m just a fuck wanting to be important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one chapter in my life that totally changed the direction in the way I think. That is which the moment I entered the debate team in my school (boarding school mind you). I was young and naïve, eager to impose myself as masterful player in the arena of debating. Eager to be known as the one that acts as a benchmark to school debaters. Yet, was I even ready to be a benchmark of myself yet alone others? I was in denial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244076796770697474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMa0D_ZiwQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8iVMAeuHC80/s320/31056053349043l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I did manage to knick into the debate team but only as an understudy to my seniors. Still, it was a huge step for me. In that year, we won numerous championships notably the Prime Ministers Cup. I was over my head with the accolades coming from the administration of the school and even the district education office (is that right?). I became big headed. Show boating to friends and showing my arrogance to teachers. My life was pretty fucked up at that moment. Well, I’m not complaining as it was my fault. I was young and naïve, loving the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year passed by and I became the prime debater. I was so called the ‘star’ in the team and I would carry them once more to the final. The accolade was filling my head; it also filled my arrogance and the feud with my superiors. Like people say ‘jatuh cam nangka busuk’, I was too like a nangka busuk. The team only went as far as the group stages and it was I to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped to much to be significant finding out that I’m just a regular bloke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the show boating and the arrogance, I didn’t win the prize that I know realize carry much importance to me. Friends. I carried myself with such a low self demeanor which I thought was good for my self esteem. It had actually eaten me inside out. Nevertheless, without this lively experience, I still would be the same bloke with such arrogance that even Zeus would envy and at the same time lose it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ass still hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-733049278832062602?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/733049278832062602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=733049278832062602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/733049278832062602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/733049278832062602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-fell.html' title='I fell'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMa0D_ZiwQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8iVMAeuHC80/s72-c/31056053349043l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-7356125615941217225</id><published>2008-09-07T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:13:19.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could, I would</title><content type='html'>I woke quite late today just to notice that I have tons and tons of assignments too complete before the end of the week and that I to have to study for 2 tests on Friday (notably Physics and e.Math).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was snoozing mildly in my uncomfortable bed, I was reminiscing about the good old times. The times where you’re not burdened by the fact that you didn’t have to wake up to assignments on a Sunday afternoon. The fact that even if you wake up late, you’re not guilty that you waste your precious time on sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or is it that I’m afraid to grow up? I mean, when you were a kid you’d imagine growing up was the best thing life can offer. You can drive, drink booze, go clubbing and watch rated X movies. Okay I to feel that’s something I’d like but my point is you got a huge responsibility that comes with the clubbing and boozing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that when I was small, I would cycle around with my friends for hours around our neighborhood. Hanging around, just forgetting that the world actually spins. Lepaking with my cousins at my nenek’s house, playing at the big swing which my dad bought. Not even considering that it was dangerous. Well not until I fell down and split my head open thought. Yet again, those were the times that I’m missing and will trade all the success in life just to get 5 minutes of it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: damn assignments and tests!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-7356125615941217225?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/7356125615941217225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=7356125615941217225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7356125615941217225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/7356125615941217225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-i-could-i-would.html' title='If I could, I would'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-1674018547184085924</id><published>2008-09-06T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:08:56.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end justifies the means~~</title><content type='html'>i haven't been bloggingfor awhile..you could call it writers block&lt;br /&gt;(if i was a writer though)&lt;br /&gt;or you could call it a reinvention of this so called blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242970287037791730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMLFspbQvfI/AAAAAAAAABg/5T6nIH8I-o8/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading back at the past blogs that I have written and I noticed that all my posts are dull and pathetic. Seriously if hadn't known better I thought it was written by some fuck that was seeking attention from the people around him. To appal to the recent trends of society. To 'fit' in with the 'normals' yet he himself crumbles due to peer presure and self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this blog and it somewhere between the lines yelled at me. 'It' by some means just told me&lt;br /&gt;'hey, just be yourself and ignore the fucks around you. Express yourself in writing as you would express yourself as you'&lt;br /&gt;It really hit me in the head I just realized that I should do that. or should i do the opposite of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242970273008122114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMLFr1KU-QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Z42hV8UZpyU/s320/DSC00517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sky makes me look pathetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242970289184317202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMLFsxbCHxI/AAAAAAAAABo/2P8NLPFHRPc/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized the amount of pathetic-ness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that i just wasted half of my youth to waste half of my adult life. sucks &lt;em&gt;ehh&lt;/em&gt;.. its like, why on earth did I choose to go to a boarding school? why on earth did i choose to become somewhat of leader to waste my precious teenage life of not being resposible? why did I enter so many activities that i didn't have much time just to lay about and talk about nothing? why did I do all this just to get a scholarship and live happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if I could turn back time and do the opposite of what i choose to do?where will i be now? hanging out at &lt;em&gt;bukit bintang&lt;/em&gt;? working in McDonalds? or blogging at 1 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I love indulging in social activities with friends or would i enjoy more staying in this cramped room studying for two tests on the same day?&lt;br /&gt;Would I love hanging out after a hard days work in McDonalds or would i prefer hanging out in the library doing assignments after a hard days work of listening to lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;Would I love the thought of not knowing where I would be in 10 years or would I be happier knowing that i will be working in a multinational company.(Petronas maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, men are never satisfied. They whine and whine and whine again. Over and over. Oh god, why did you give me this? Why did you do this to me? Why is my life so fucked up?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you thought that people are destined to be the things that we are supposed to be? I mean that we have our own purpose in life. yet again, i doesn't mean that you can't change the way you are but you definately can change the way you'll be getting there. it doesn't mean that if you aren't accepted into an ivy league university you can't get a nice job. foe me it's just the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me~~the end justifies the means~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: indie is much better than mainstream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242970292801294850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMLFs-5Y0gI/AAAAAAAAABw/BVda8RbxNO8/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242970284194239058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-justifies-means.html' title='The end justifies the means~~'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SMLFspbQvfI/AAAAAAAAABg/5T6nIH8I-o8/s72-c/DSC00185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-4375890464378816742</id><published>2008-07-07T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:59:52.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got tagged!</title><content type='html'>My sis tag-ed me..so feel free to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortest relationship?&lt;br /&gt;mmm..dun have any i guess..only got one!!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last gift you received?&lt;br /&gt;my sis gave me a guess jeans..but i think i have to pay for it..or don't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever dropped a cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;hell yaeh!!bought ma only 3 months but looks like 3 years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last food you ate?&lt;br /&gt;i ate pizza at pizza hut with ma cousins a couple hours back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last club you visited?&lt;br /&gt;me good boy..me never go to club........YET!!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last smoke?&lt;br /&gt;form 3 in a toilet!!hahaha..got cabar-ed by my friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;mm..i guess it would be Perfect by Simple Plan..i can totally relate to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;bandar baru selayang,selangor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last wedding you attended?&lt;br /&gt;My Cuzzin's weddin yesterday at Banting...fuyoooo--long drive ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favorite place?&lt;br /&gt;mm..if ya mean country it would be Canada, but a specific place..i don;t have on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;naaahhhh..im a straight guy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember*malu laa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were u crying?&lt;br /&gt;dunno..............*dun make me tell u!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hate most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;im to emosional n so stupid about these petty things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you sing?&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah!!im like frank sinatra..a tone deaf frank sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes or French toast?&lt;br /&gt;PANCAKES most definately!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;i like it but im not an addict..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who sends you a message?&lt;br /&gt;lemme check....my gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you play pool?&lt;br /&gt;yup..not good at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you swim?&lt;br /&gt;i'll drown in a kiddie pool...can i swim?'yes'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite flavor of ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;mm..around 9..usually 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Most probably doing something with my family...preparing for my sister's wedding perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you smiling?&lt;br /&gt;no..bumbed about sumthin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;don't want to admit it..but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;haha..it depends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your closest cousin’s name?&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz ngok-ngek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 10 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;ym-ing n bloggin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere right now, where?&lt;br /&gt;shud i say heaven?or is this a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food you're craving for right this minute?&lt;br /&gt;some cold mcflurry can do right about now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a person who's name starts with the letter "j"?&lt;br /&gt;Junid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you usually hang out?&lt;br /&gt;hate hangin out..usually at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to change careers, what would you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;executive of trump enterprise or even take Ban Ki Mon's job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-4375890464378816742?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4375890464378816742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=4375890464378816742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4375890464378816742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4375890464378816742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-tagged.html' title='i got tagged!'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-4697665100021024583</id><published>2008-07-07T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:28:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was thinking of doing part 2, put it just backfired cuz i was really pissed wit ma gal tonight. i wasn't anything big though, i was just me being me. i got this problem of being to emo sometimes. it ain't wrong being an emosional guy though, it just shows that im a kind of a guy thats commited and passionate when i do sumthing. well, i guess most guys are actually like me but they just won't admit it to themselves that they are emosionally f**ked up deep down inside yet keep it bottoled up inside like a mad man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;back to the story, i called her at about 11.30 pm just to have some romantic(haha..ya think im a loser eh) small talk with her. however, what i got was mainly composed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1)hearing girls laughing like pontianak(mostly of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2)......................*means that i become blurr-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i was kinda pissed off laa..who won't?? then i finally said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"wehh,dah la..u gi layan ur frens dlu n then call me back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"call u balik?i takde kedit laa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"then takyah call laa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"ok..bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok..it doesn't sound that harsh but for starters her mom just gave her a new number which is POSTPAID. next, she just said bye.....BYE!!wtf??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enough said,i got over it.....after a good knock on the head from ma fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(no details needed~yet,he did just sedarkan me from illussions of life*thanx dude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;have u ever had the feeling of being really disappointed after expecting something to be so great? got one thing to say...DON'T WATCH HANCOCK!! got to admit it wasn't that bad,but it wasn't up to expectation also. How chessy was it!! well guess majority of u guys haven't seen it, then i won't spill the beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the tip of the week from me is, if ya get f**ked up sometimes. try to talk to a mutual friend and find the solution for u prob. past experience shows to me that best friends may make u feel good and occasionally get the job done, but mutual friends are straight forward n solve the problem directly with no strings attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shout out to syakir(check his band)~thanx dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;XD peace off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-4697665100021024583?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/4697665100021024583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=4697665100021024583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4697665100021024583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/4697665100021024583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/07/pissed.html' title='pissed...'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-6940199331877476912</id><published>2008-07-03T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:39:40.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sumthing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've been thinking alot about this and it really irritates me when i think about it(so,asal ko fikir sengal!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;true friends are hard to get nowadays,because people are really proned to suck up to each other to get the other dudes benefit. this right here is something that irritats me so much in a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;frankly speaking,im a guy that doesn't like to indulge in a friendship that means nothing. it means that i like to observe people and see how they react to other people before befriending them, cuz ya noe y? it really hurts when u befriend someone and all of a sudden the stop hanging out with you because they have cooler friends or just lepak with friends that have cars n such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yet,the other problem is that when you get a friend that actually doesn't give a rats ass about the people u hang out with or whether u walk/drive to class. they miraculaously move to another place or study in another school and this bugs me alot because im a guy that likes to cherish these little things in life called true friends but in what way can i cherish them if their not around to be cherished?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;though,recently i got this one great friend that i can really depend on. i noe she's(yup,its a she~sayang jangan jealous k) gonna read this and senyum macam orang gile kat umah. thanks noraini abdullah for cheering up my days when i feel lost or down and i do cherish the instant mesagging(haha) all night long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this post is dedicated to all my close friends which i can trust and share my thoughts with. though only a handfull..u guys(n gals) deserve a shout out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1)Aiman Shafiuddin~i noe ur bz in matrix dude!!do hit me,we got lots to catch up on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2)Fatin Nabihah~u go gal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3)Noraini Abdullah~see you on the 20th!!can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4)Ahmad Syahir~good luck in Russia dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it sound pathetic that i only have 4 true friends that i can count on but ask urself this,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HOW MANY TRUE FRIENDS THAT U HAVE?~you'd be surprised that you only have less than four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;XD peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-6940199331877476912?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6940199331877476912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=6940199331877476912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6940199331877476912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6940199331877476912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/07/sumthing.html' title='sumthing...'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-6712375730476733167</id><published>2008-07-03T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T03:38:11.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If ya wanna break-up with me..watch out!!</title><content type='html'>WHAT IF YOUR EX SAYS OR ASKS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Why did you let me go?&lt;br /&gt;-cuz we ain't made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;-are u good in bed?if yes, i 'love' you too!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.When did we last talk?&lt;br /&gt;-i dunno, it depends. Is b**ch fighting called talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Will you go out with me?&lt;br /&gt;-Yet the same answer,if your good in bed then i'll consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Hey, can I give/ask you for a ride?&lt;br /&gt;-most definately!! oh,one thing...pay me RM20 for minyak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I cannot keep my promise to you.&lt;br /&gt;-what promise??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.You have changed.&lt;br /&gt;-mm..yaa..i've changed. Got a lot of more money in my bank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Can we get back together?&lt;br /&gt;-It depends,are you willing to have sex with me??haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Oh, I knew what this is all about, you found someone else.&lt;br /&gt;-naaaaaaahhh..i got some 'friends',hot friends...with benefits!!lots of benefits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Don't you realize? You are the one who hurt me!&lt;br /&gt;-ya i do..n it feels GOOOOOOOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.How can you forget our memories?&lt;br /&gt;-we have memories??your kidding me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;-mm...*jadi blur*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-6712375730476733167?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/6712375730476733167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=6712375730476733167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6712375730476733167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/6712375730476733167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-ya-wanna-break-up-with-mewatch-out.html' title='If ya wanna break-up with me..watch out!!'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-8179863641948974653</id><published>2008-06-18T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:55:30.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nak sambung ke tak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've been thinking very hard to remember the past years in ma life as i want to remember and cherish ma relationship wit ma sayang.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but then sumthing hit me in the head..*BUMP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(rupa2nya ma sis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"yo dumbass...change ur stupid post!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"pehal lak..sukati aku arr"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"ko pehal jiwang sangat...ko tu kecik lagi!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"mane ada aku kecik...badan aku lagi besar dari badan ko pe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"sengal...kepala otak je pandai tapi sengal&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;*BUMP*(sekali lagi kena ketuk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so...cuz i was hit twice..i thought..do i really need to write a part2 of ma gal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;well........&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;HELL YEAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;korang tggu je ek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-8179863641948974653?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-2653736342081076777</id><published>2008-06-09T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:18:10.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why boys must pau girls..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i thought i would sway from ma normal ways of bloggin n start with a really ridiculous topic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(well,sebenarnya i was ym-ing with nony n came out with this topic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so....where to start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WHY BOYS SHOULD PAU GIRLS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. Girls always have extra money in their purses..ain't that weird?they always have spare change...so imagine if they kumpul all of their spare change, they might get arnd RM10...so thats a lot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. Guys brings the ride..so kire2 duit minyak,tol etc..banyak tuuuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. another thing is dat gals are richer than boys..lets think..boys kena bayar zakat, bagi makan anak bini2,kena bagi nafkah(both zahir n BATIN)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;well,to be frank..i was actually trying to find sme facts for about a week now...tapi i only got 3!! hahahah..tak pe laa kan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so i think this concludes y bots shld pau gals!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-2653736342081076777?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/2653736342081076777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=2653736342081076777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/2653736342081076777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/2653736342081076777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-boys-must-pau-girls.html' title='why boys must pau girls..'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224950147617899631.post-5950146444106126226</id><published>2008-06-04T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:19:35.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dude...my first blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey guys(or gals) that take the time to read ma blog..well i say thanx alot!!huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok..that part was kinda cheesy i guess..but wat to do..like they say, im only a virgin in bloggin?(and da othr type of virgin also)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so..i guess im supposed to tell sumthing about ma self??aren't i?so..conforming to the normal law of bloggin..i guess i do so have to talk sumthin about mee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well....ma name is Mohamed Izzat Fauzi B Mohamed Yunan(yes nama bapak aku yunan..ko kutuk siap ko)..so if ya dun noe me..get ur rats ass out ma blog u shit head! ma dad's name is Mohamed Yunan n ma mom's name is Samsiah..get it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208400482321021602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEf0pLS3uqI/AAAAAAAAABA/fNcXvpfgGI8/s320/03092006121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished ma SPM(dun ask me bout ma results) n currently studying in Universiti Teknologi Petronas(ya, im going local :P) or UTP which i currently successfully ended a bloody stressful yet unforgettable 1st semester(i'll give u more in4 later)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got 5 siblings...4 gals n me...so when ppl hear that they all have the same response..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"ko ada 4 kakak?mesti tak best kan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well...dlu masa kecik2 dlu tak best laa...cuz ur the only one that likes to watch football or cartoons or tgk blue(aku tak tengok ek) or forced to pegi bli barang kat kedai or even just buying spender..but know, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ok pe&lt;/span&gt;...kalu diorang tak habis makan,ko la jadi tong sampah(sbb tu la aku agak berisi skang)..kalu diorang g outstation,dapat ah baju ke kasut ke..kalu aku tkde duit,diorang la aku pau..kalu aku nak ride back home,diorang laa aku calling..so, in the end having 4 sis isn't a bad thing to have...plus,aku anak bongsu!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208070426969225810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbIdbS3ulI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/cA0VLshz-EI/s320/aYUNYER+501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ppl may say that im kinda stuck up...yah,i admit it..im kinda stuck up..well,guess why? i dun easily accept friends into my circle of trust(shit, aku ader circle of trust ker)..i actually observe the ppl arnd me n see wat they are n how do they act..cuz some ppl just kinda backstabes u n that is so uncool man...u noe ramai giler cakap aku sombong, but in the end they were like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"izzat,dlu aku ingat ko sombong dow,tp skang ko ok jek"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"dlu aku ingat ko sombong dow,tapi skang ko ni selekeh je cam aku!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(haha..direct quote from arif amin n azrul azwar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see guys, im ya kinda let urselves noe me better, i won't be this kinda stuck up shit ass with a f**king attitude...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well...i got one more thing to confess though..i kinda like to show boat a.k.a perasan a.k.a suka capap...but i kinda like it though..maybe some ppl will say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"poyo sial mamat ni"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;n yaa..wat i will say is..&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I DUN GIVE A RATS ASS&lt;/span&gt;..mind my words..u noe y?for me, this isn't the case of takbur or riak..this is the case of believing in urself and be proud of wat u accomplished..ya dun see Bill Gates or Donald Trump say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"laa..maner ada pape..aku bukan power pun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;memang la diorg tak cakap cam2 sbb diorg mat salleh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still..the point is that these type of ppl struggle to success n whn they succeed they show it..it ain't wrong for me to feel that way ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so guys(or gals)..&lt;br /&gt;if ya like ma 1st post, keep on readin..n if ya don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;F**K OFF&lt;/span&gt;(mind ma words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3224950147617899631-5950146444106126226?l=izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/feeds/5950146444106126226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3224950147617899631&amp;postID=5950146444106126226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5950146444106126226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3224950147617899631/posts/default/5950146444106126226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzatfauzisays.blogspot.com/2008/06/dudemy-first-blog.html' title='dude...my first blog'/><author><name>Izzat Yunan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02977380229124109174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEbK5rS3unI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WqSTf04jx5o/S220/mr.i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDqPRL7O6xM/SEf0pLS3uqI/AAAAAAAAABA/fNcXvpfgGI8/s72-c/03092006121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
