tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46836235694574224442024-02-19T23:12:24.640+08:00Life In The Fast Lane .Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-59379403002031334702012-06-25T15:25:00.002+08:002012-06-25T15:25:48.860+08:00What Do I Stand For?<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>The most amazing things, they can come from some terrible lies.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Greetings :) It's been a while. And by 'a while' I mean 7 WHOLE MONTHS since I last touched this blog. I'm temporarily living at a different house while my actual one is being renovated, and this one has no Internet. Sometimes I wonder how am I still sane from all those long months of being stuck at home doing nothing..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Great news though, I'd be able to blog again by July insyaAllah. I just can't wait to move back to USJ11 :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> It's been an eventful 7 months that passed by only too quickly for me, I mean it seems like such a short time ago when I was on my first day as a secondary school, and now I've became a probate, won a bronze medal for the school athletics, won another bronze medal for Kadet Polis, made a whole lot of friends and won another two medals for Norton. It all passed by too quickly :-)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I'm looking forward to my Sports Day this weekend even though I only have one event, but I'm getting a bronze medal for 800. And I really can't wait for July. That's when I'll blog again :) Till then.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span>Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-71802837961066291092011-12-14T22:37:00.000+08:002011-12-14T22:37:48.295+08:00'Cus It's Gotta Be You .<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">SO HELLO THERE PEOPLE!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">As you can see this blog is all nicely edited by my awesome sister. Thank you very much Kak Min! :D </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> For the second time, hello. These past few days have been tiring for me, with my practice, my gaming, my onlining, going to the park, dumbbell exercises and God-knows-what-else, so I've rarely found time to blog. This is like school <b style="font-style: italic;">inside </b>a holiday, where you have to wake up early and be disciplined and other shit. But yeah I kind of enjoy it ^_^</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sooo a very good friend of mine is leaving this country to go on a holiday to France, and I'm still stuck here wiping my fake MW3 disc cause it gets unreadable every single time I try to break my record in Survival Mode, that crap "The disc is unreadable. 1. Clean the disc with a soft cloth 2. Restart the console" comes up. EVERY SINGLE GOD DAMNED TIME.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Well for now, forget about that. My schedule has seriously been pretty tight lately, but after some time I'm FINALLY going rollerskating tomorrow, where I can just chill and forget about the world, and meet my friends, and hang out, all that (: It'd be awesome, yeah!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Soooo I hope you all enjoy your holidays and make the most out of it cause seriously, as much as I hate to say this, time is running out :( The Name's Faris, nickname "Sergeant Frost", signing out :)</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Blog revamp on the waaaay, people :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>-Yasmin <a href="http://yasminpunyabelogg.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: lime;">(clickhere)</span></a>-</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Year 2011. People being people, are using the biggest of plastic bags for the smallest of things. People being people, the biggest of cars are only occupied by one individual. People being people, they are ignorant. They want to enjoy in the present and don't look to the future, no matter how aware they were.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Typical type of humans ; They do something that they know they'll regret in the future. Typical humans - are stupid.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> As the years went by, scientists began to uncover new areas that has a lot of fuel supplies, but at the same time technology experts are inventing new forms of technology that requires a darn lot of electricity which uses petroleum, and humans being humans, they prefer the joy rather than the consequences of having no more resources.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The search for petroleum itself requires fuel. Twenty years later, it becomes harder and harder to find the fossil fuels, and the scientists decided that it would just waste fuel in searching, knowing that they won't find any more. The coal has become so close to depleting, and there were no more mining fields that are to be uncovered. Natural gas are also depleted.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> After giving up on their search for fossil fuels, scientists decided to keep a few million litres - just in case. The advance in technology finally allows them to make cars that run on "unlimited" resources - water and biomass mostly. The human race became relaxed of the fact that they finally have a hope to stay alive. But humans being humans - some were very greedy. They guzzled these unlimited resources just like they had done with the limited - except they did so more, because of the thought that these resources were unlimited.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It is the year 2108. The human race were on the brink of extinction. The resources that made the third planet of the Solar System a special one - were wiped off the face of the planet. What was once the seas were nothing but rocks and what used to be corals. Many fish lay on those rocks - dead. The forests were shaven bald, they were no more. The only planet which is just perfect for living has been destroyed, not by alien life - by the inhabitants itself.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> The humans had nothing to eat - how can they have anything, if the animals that was their food source are extinct themselves? The animals have nowhere to live. Even pet cats and dogs escaped from their owners - else they will be eaten under desperation for food. Humans start killing each other just for something to eat. It became more of a hobby.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There were no more greeneries. Even water, what that was claimed to be unlimited, was becoming very, very scarce. Beaches turned into a rocky desert. The ice at the Two Poles were all melted - and the water produced from the melt was nowhere to be found. Every drop of rain became very, very valuable - people started drinking raindrops, and just a drop was enough to quench their dying of thirst.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> And the best part - all the greedy men, the fuel guzzlers and the ones that didn't even care of the future, are now the ones with hearts full of regret. But regret is nothing now, it is already too late to change anything. The resources we boast about are no more, except for the always-precious air. And now the men are paying the scientists to invent things with air, but what was the use? Even if they succeeded, the Earth they once knew, the planet they once loved, was nothing any more. All the beauties were lost.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Slowly and slowly, one by one of men and women, children and babies started to die. The men had lost hope, and so had the women. Children and babies starve to death. The last of people cried and cried before their deaths - regretting the fact that they once had everything they needed - but they were wasted. And now they were no more. And now, there will be no time machine to turn back and eradicate all the ignorance. As quoted, "People will not know the true value of something - until they lose it."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But by that time, it'd be already too late.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> <i>This can be stopped. You can start by just turning off a switch, or car pooling, or using public transport, or conserving fuel by using transports such as bicycles or your two feet. There are more than 5 billion people on Earth. If they all act together, than the possibility of the scientists successfully discovering a new resource to start over with is likelier than us dying before the scientists make a progress.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i> </i>For a second there I seriously thought of giving up this blog cause I have to make the most out of the holidays I have to date with my XBox 360. No, seriously.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Actually I have been very busy lately, I've been invited to quite a lot of outings, parties etc and the time when I reach home I'll be online but only for a few minutes, and then my sister or brother would be wanting the laptop so I'll be moving on to COD, and then when I come back online I'd be chatting with Kaylyn or if I don't come back online I'll be taking a nap, and at night I'll either be chatting with Kaylyn or playing Dead Space 2 OR already snoring on the couch in front of the TV.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I haven't been on a cycling trip for one week now, my last cycling trip was in Genting Sempah. It was by far my best time yet, making my personal best of only 1 hour 20 minutes up and down, 32 kilometres. I know this can be improved though (:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There was no rest there, I followed my brother for Olahraga training throughout the whole weekdays, and then there was yesterday's birthday futsal, so I'm pretty much firetrucked up. Body aches everywhere, but it's nothing a little (or a DAMN LOT) of Modern Warfare can't fix, really. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Ngeeeeh . I really miss spending time with her. I dunno why I'm saying this, but I think I'm the only one looking forward to school, but that's only because the fact that I'll see her again, every single day (:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Honestly though, I CAN'T WAIT! :D</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Oh and by the way, people might forgive you, but the smart ones would never be so stupid to trust you again. Stop being such an asshole, and maybe people will start to accept you again.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now if you excuse me, I have to kill Russians in the TV screen.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> So yesterday was the only day of my holiday so far that was out of the ordinary, cause my friends and I went to The Wheels Subang Avenue and when we were there, we met a bunch of awesome people, had fun and stuff like that :P Besides all the bruises, I'm still kind of satisfied that I got to get out of the house and just hang with friends, cause honestly I don't want to spend another holiday doing the things I always do - Facebook, Twitter, Blogger, movie, cycling, sleep. I guess if I did that this holiday would be another pointless one, and my one and half month - WASTED :P</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But, after all those endless begging to buy it quick and the usual shizz, I'm finally getting an XBox 360 for us siblings (remember to thank me Fai and Fir :P) so I guess this holiday would not be spent doing the same, boring old routine again. Alhamdulillah! :D</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> And this weekend I'm finally spending time with my family for three whole days at two hotels, no, not for a holiday - for my passion, my sport, cycling. We're going for a Fun Ride in Raub on Saturday, which consists of 60 kilometres of rolling terrains, and after that driving to a hotel up Fraser's Hill with the bike on the car, and then going all the way downhill, and climbing back up the hill again. (It's sort of like making a whole lap :D) That would give me something to do, and I'd have the chance to prove that age doesn't matter in sport, AGAIN. I love that part the most :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm also downloading an awesome PC Game right now on the MacBook so I guess you <i>could </i>say that everything's going my way now. (Thank you Allah, and of course FAMILY) And if you say that, it might just be true, but I hope nothing comes up to sort of ruin everything, like it has many times in my life before. *don't say that you douche, think positive*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I do hope that this muscle pain heals before my cycling trip though. I was still failing at rollerskating yesterday for around one hour, and after that I was kind of tired of falling and hurting my ass, so I just looked at how people did it and added in a little bit of scientific shizz, and amazingly it worked. I also made a theory of it to be similar to cycling, don't ask how I did it cause it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters was I could finally skate the around six rounds on The Wheels without stopping - and more importantly falling. I'm glad this mind of mine finds its way to learn though, yeah I know I'm awesome . *insert a self-compliment*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well I guess that's about it for my Thursday post. I might not be posting on Sunday too, but that all depends on the existence of an Internet connection at the hotel up Fraser's. And if life isn't going your way, cheer up! God is always by your side, <b style="font-style: italic;">always. </b>Maybe He's just saving your enjoyment for the future, for a better time. Keep the smile on peeps, cats, frogs and other creatures reading this :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Till then, thanks for reading :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>no h8.</b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>faris</b></i></span></div>Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-28698916236333907052011-11-22T16:40:00.001+08:002011-11-22T16:53:54.945+08:00WR :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In life people will leave you from time to time, but in our hearts they stay intact, and sometimes departures can make us value a person more than we have ever done before. This is one of those times.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Keep the swagger on, and stay strong k? Hee, hope you no forget us :) HIII blog, as my Tuesday post I'd like you to meet <b>WATHIQAH ROSLI :D</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br />
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</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Without us realizing, we've already known each other for nine years. I know that we weren't really close as before when I'm in Standard 4 until now we weren't as close as before, but you still seek me when you need help in something you know I can assist you in, and I still do you favors and stuff, so we were still friends nonetheless, if not the best of them. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's kind of hard to believe that after all these years you're going to leave us at 12 already though... I mean, it's times like these where I regret that in the nine years we knew I didn't get to know you properly and all :/ Dear Time, why do you have to fly so quickly -_- </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I still remember when we were four or five where you would come at around 9 am every single day, and you always walk in class when we're all already studying. And I feel like crying now because it's so unfair how time flies so fast. Still, we got to share good times like the ones during that Perak trip, and I'm thankful for that :) Like the time when you, Nazhif, Nathra and the gang was on the float and I was like pushing Wardina and that float flipped (Y) AWESOME :D </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As a matter of fact, you're like the person that my parents kenal the most and every time I mention you they'll be like "Ohh, Wathiqah, you people are still friends? Woaah, lama nya" and all that. Yeah, even they realize of this long term friendship (Y)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Well throughout these days thank you for being awesome, thank you for all the help you've given, and thank you for everything you have done, really. If you had any mistakes you fear I wouldn't forgive, well I urge you to eradicate that feeling now cause I forgive every wrong you have done, if there was even any :) (I don't think you ever done any wrongs, eh?)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And about your results, well, don't take it too hardly k? Because the statuses you made.. especially the "voice of disappointment from your parents", really made me sad when I read it. Stay strong, and since it's too late to change the past then why bother being sad about this? It's just the UPSR. Soo, work harder in the future aite? And, al-Fatihah and takziah to your grandfather. I'm really sorry for the loss :(</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Stay strong girl, and I hope you forgive me if sometimes my jokes were too much and stuff like that, and at times where I bother you with your problems, well, it's just because I care actually but sometimes you just want to be left alone.. so, my sincerest apologies for all of my wrongs, and I know there were some.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lastly, keep the swag on aite? I truly respect you, cause after so much you've been through you still manage to stifle that awesome smile of yours :) Good luck in life at your next school, NEVER EVER FORGET ME CAUSE I FOR SURE WON'T FORGET YOU! :D</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>hope you enjoyed,</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>faris :)</b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-29147006042540380692011-11-20T21:13:00.000+08:002011-11-20T21:13:17.297+08:00You Just Can't Be Replaced .<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Let me just say this to you, if you were a true cheeseburger you'd be a really smart, caring, annoying, friendly and an out-of-ordinary one. Oh, and not to forget - fattening :P</i></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/299655_268348263210484_100001059365311_873996_1515991853_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/299655_268348263210484_100001059365311_873996_1515991853_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Edited by Kaylyn :D</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well then I guess after all these times of annoying you and tormenting you and God-knows-what-else, we depart to different secondary schools. As much as I hate to admit this, I guess those times are no more than just memories now. I really do hope you find someone MORE annoying, MORE tormenting, MORE handsome and MORE awesome than me in your years at Wesley (but honestly speaking I think the last two would be impossible since I'm like the handsomest and awesomest guy in the world).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I keed about that last part cause I'm pretty sure your imaginary boyfriend Logan Lerman is more handsome than I am. WELL ACTUALLY Ketchup will tell you that's not true, but... #nevermind</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> To tell you the truth, since you got first placing a few years in a row (I think?) I actually thought you were a nerd, you know, a quiet person, not really funny, all-serious, sh*ts like that. I actually regret not noticing the fact that you're awesome, annoying, caring, friendly and funny earlier cause you know, I was only close to you on 2010 :/</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It was last year, however, that I came to realize you're a very funny person and all. You're a very fun person to be around, you're a little crazy too sometimes- oh, who am I kidding? A LITTLE crazy, yeah right. You're seriously crazy, and you act too dumb sometimes that I even forget I'm staring at the smartest student in the school.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> After these two years, I really feel like I owe you an extremely big favor cause you know I was kinda dumb in the year 2009, not "dumb", it's just that I was the average student. I didn't really have the determination to work harder, to become one of the top students, to be better than others - I was kind of afraid I would turn into a nerd, actually. And I ain't gonna give up on my swagger just to get high exam marks :3</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But you have shown to me that smart-asses aren't necessarily boring people, in fact you were really crazy and hyper sometimes and you were always so humble when you get top of the class, yeah. I think I tried not to show the fact that I just wanted to squeeze your head until your eyeballs pop out once when you beat me in your examinations - again, for God-knows-how-many-hundredth-time. But I learned to work harder instead cause in this game of academics you can't bring your opponents down, but you can bring <i>yourself</i> up.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> The fact is I never actually liked you when it comes to academics in 2010, and I don't really know how but I was somehow motivated to go better to beat the crap out of you but sadly, it didn't work *sigh of disappointment*</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Maybe it's because of the fact that I can't stand you being too nice to people, maybe it's because at some point I just hate seeing that smile of victory on your face, maybe it's because I just know better now that it is actually possible to be a fun person AND smart at the same time. Whatever it is, I started to work my ass off and in the end-year exams and I got second placing, you were of course ahead of me, but second placing is indeed good enough for me; you were almost impossible to beat.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> And then of course 2011 came, and I soon realized that those days where I don't walk to the canteen with you, turn my head around to have a little chat with you or annoy you in any way, those days just did not feel right. You became more of a best friend than a competitor, and I turn to you when I seek advise which I know you will always have the answer to, you know, stuff like that. The feeling of frustration every time you beat me in an examination still haven't eradicate though, but I learned to embrace the fact that however good you are there is always someone better.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">After all we've went through, I think you deserve a really big thanks from me cause without you I wouldn't have been the guy that I am now; annoying, kinda clever, sophisticated, a little nerdy and DUH YEA CRAZY. And sorry if at times I have been too annoying and tormenting to you, I know I have been, and my sincerest of apologies for making you laugh at the wrong stuff. And if you think I'm done tormenting you, the answer would be no - you'll still have to endure my annoying attitude as long as we're still alive >:) I mean that!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> And even though we will depart to different schools next year, I want you to know that you can still turn to me whatever problems you have, you can still talk to me and make me annoy you when you miss my tormenting attitude - if you need me I would still be there for you, no matter what happens :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Thank you of being such an awesome friend, no words can ever describe how thankful I am to have you in my life, and I mean that. And I hope you realize that no matter how annoying I can get, I still love you as my awesome "few-extra-pounds" friend :) <i>*see how I can still be annoying? :3*</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> And although you might just find someone better than me in your new school over there, and there is this slight chance where you might forget about me - I'll have you know that I'll never ever forget you, and I mean that. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I also want you to know that I won't bother finding another person for me to be a wingman to, cause no matter how hard I look, I know that you just can't be replaced...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Believe me it took me two days of brain racking but if you don't like this post, it's okay really :) Good luck in your secondary school, good luck in life, good luck in everything. And even though you didn't get Tokoh Murid because of you're inactive in joining school activities, to me you'll always be the smartest person - and I know you'd win if there was an award for Most Awesome Friend :D</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm gonna really miss you, because as a matter of fact you're the only one who listens to my endless talks about my favorite sport :3 I love you my friend, and I really</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> hope you do, too. Well I guess this good bye ... :)</span><br />
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</span></div>Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-43975852558754232882011-11-17T23:22:00.000+08:002011-11-17T23:22:54.426+08:00All Praise Be To Allah :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>My heart was racing, never, not even when I beat the person in SRAM Red in the sprint finish the other day, have I remembered my heart thumping this fast. And then it was "Timothy Ong", after that "Vinothiniy Latchimanan". I smiled and said to myself, "Whatever happens, God is there. Allahu-Akbar" and stood up as my name was being called upon. My legs were numb, and for the first time since I climbed Genting Sempah, I couldn't feel them as the announcer, Cikgu Latifah, announced the two words that gave me the smile I'm wearing now ...</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i> </i>Well, everyone who is anyone to me would know that I got the results I was working, hoping and praying for all year and, a big THANK YOU to my parents for their endless support and continuing to believe in me (especially my Dad for the post-UPSR mountain bike ride the other day, hmm memories), to my teachers for all the teachers for the teachings and guidance, and friends for all the "Good luck" wishes and the prayers. Would not have been anywhere near possible without you people, especially my parents and the teachers, and only God knows how thankful I am to have the awesomest of parents and the most caring of teachers anyone could ask for, not to forget the best of friends :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Honestly, I've never remembered myself ever being so happy, and a little sad at the same time. Because if you want to see what a man's really like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals. I think you get what I mean here, huh? A really good friend of mine didn't get the result the person desired, and I haven't even seen the person or contacted him in any way since the result-giving...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> If you had enough sense in you, you'd have known that this doesn't really matter, but it matters what you work for in the future because the result-giving becomes a past one nanosecond after your name is called out. It's too late to change the past, but you can work harder to get better results in the future. And you know you got it in you, you know you can do it; maybe it's just not your time to shine. Yet. Did my friend Cynthia become a genius after birth? No, the cleverness was worked hard for. Was Eddy Merckx born a legend? No, he worked hard, train hard to become one. Was Mark Cavendish able to sprint 75 km/h on the Tour de France without any training? No. People face defeats, sportsmen especially, but they learn to use it to their advantage. They learn their mistakes and correct it all and succeed in the end. You should do the same :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And for the people who did get their desired results, never forget the ones who got you there, especially God, your parents and your teachers, and never ignore the ones who didn't succeed; especially if they're your friends. If you ever dare go like "Oh he's not my friend cause he didn't get 5As" or shiznits like that, <b><i>I swear,</i></b> I'll kick you in the groin, laugh at you and kick you in the groin again, and then REPEAT. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Lastly, I hope you don't lose yourself in this success, stay humble, be cool as a cucumber, the usual sayings. And for those who didn't do that well, remember there is always God to turn to :) Before I go, let me just quote this out - <i>"Only by experiencing failure will you work hard and know the true value of success"</i>, and believe me, you can't find this on the Internet. It's straight from the heart :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Come to think of it not exactly just mine since there are a couple thousand other people taking the exam... well anyway, if you have enough sense in you, you'd have known that the effort should be put in BEFORE and DURING the examination and there's nothing much you can do when the examination is over except for praying to God Almighty cause, as my friend Cynthia had said "Miracles can happen," but, of course, only with the will of God it does.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> There's not much to cry about if you don't get the result you aimed for anyway, and when I type here I speak to myself also. If you don't get something you desire and it's already too late to change the past, change the future. Work hard in your secondary years. One thing I can tell you, a lot of my brother's friends DIDN'T get 5As for their UPSR but they got 8As for their PMR and most importantly 10A1s for SPM.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The point is not to rely on miracles fully, you have to put in some effort yourself too. I think at some post in this blog I typed "You can't just sit your ass on the couch and expect good results", something like that. You have to work for it, sure, God is there to offer help, but you can't expect God to give you good results if YOU had your lazy ass on the couch while Tweeting your fingernails off, something like that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> One more thing, succeeding isn't easy, you have to work hard for it, and the work is not yet over once you get the result you desire. Not losing yourself in success is also a challenge, if you have succeeded and forgot the world before, you'll know what I mean. That has happened to me once, and I swear to you it won't happen again. Which is why I don't speak of the awards I won today ^_^</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Some people lose themselves when they succeed. They totally forget to thank the ones who are responsible for their success and takes the success for themselves only. They turn cocky and brag non-stop of their triumphs to people who didn't succeed. And the ones they called "friends"? If they succeed, they'll celebrate together and sh*t like that. But if they don't, they'll get ignored by this cocky people. Trust me, I've been there before, and I regret to say as the cocky one. But this won't happen again, I hope. I swear. Whatever</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> The point is to keep yourself humble especially to this small (in comparison to other life challenges this is something small) a challenge in life, because remember that God could take away anything and everything you own if He wishes to, and God doesn't like arrogant people, trust me. Sometimes the true challenge isn't in succeeding - it's about what you do after you succeed .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And if you don't get the result you desired, DON'T WORRY BE HAPPY, I'm typing this to myself too, because it has been too late to change what that has happened on that 13th of September anyway, but one thing you can change is the future. Work harder in secondary and the usual sh*t, you might be like one of my brother's friends too, she didn't get 5As but instead of bringing her down, it motivated her to do better in the future. And I believe that is the right thing to do :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lastly, no matter what the result, always be thankful to God, and remember to also thank your teachers and your friends especially if you succeed. You wouldn't want to be like those cocky, arrogant people mentioned here :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Haha yeah, sorry about being a little emotional there, but where else is better to let my thoughts out other than this crappy website? Well to tell you the truth, I'm not really affected. I have hated that guy for a long time anyway, fudge him :) FYI, this is my Tuesday post since I couldn't do so yesterday, I was sick as hell. Kept coughing and coughing, and when I spit out the phlegm it's always greenish-yellow, which is, I know, SO BAD ASS. I'm also still having a slight cold now *snort*</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I didn't go to school today 'cause of the reasons stated above, but when I woke up to watch the movie "Mirrors", I didn't feel sick anymore, thank you horror movie, BEST CURE EVER .</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I'm just sitting on the chair here in front of the laptop while eating some chips and listening to some Westlife songs; in other words I'm FFFFFFing bored. I'm waiting for school to finish so that my mates would go online, but there's still one hour to waste before they do, so it'd be cool to blog and make that time pass :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, in my boredom and to my friend's apparently successful convincing, I created a Twitter account, and so far it's been FFFFFFFFFing annoying and frustrating since I don't know what the f*** to do with a God damn Twitter account other than tweet to myself and pretend that someone's reading my crap. NOT TO WORRY, though, my mom is buying this book called "Twitter for Dummies" this weekend so hopefully I would've understood this crappy sh** after reading that book :D</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I'm still pissed about the fact that all horror movies I've watched so far has a bad ending, except for the scary movie "The Exorcist (1973)", but that ending is unexplained, the demon went off to inhabit God-knows-who so it doesn't count as a happy ending. So I'm ... STILL PISSED. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> This past few days have been eventful, so eventful in fact that I couldn't even find time to update this blog. My school had a end-of-year hi-tea at Holiday Villa on Wednesday, and I made three trips of platefuls and YEAH, the RM30 I paid was worth it for a plate of rice, two pieces of chicken, some vegetables and the AWESOME FISH FINGERS! If you're anyone who is someone to me you would know well of the fact that I loathe seafood, but this one was a particular exception. It was SUPERB (Y) For the second round I took three big slices of Bread & Butter pudding with loads of custard, and I also took four small slices of cake. Third trip was dessert and I took a bowl of ABC (or Malaysian Shaved Ice for that matter) and it was, again, superb. I also won an award, which is for Sleeping the Most on my trip to Perak a month ago :D (it's on my post "How Quickly Something Anticipated Turns To The Past") </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The car ride back with Daniel, Kaylyn and Cynthia was AWESOME, we leaned on each other every time the car takes a turn, and we waved at other people every time the traffic comes to a standstill, and other shiznits like that. IT WAS FUNNNNN (Y) When I reached home I was tired of course, and I had to prepare for tomorrow as there was to be another event :D</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> On the next day, for once in my twelve years of life, I participated AND won something at my school Children's Day Celebration on the 3rd of November. I figured I had nothing to lose and there is an opportunity that I would at least<i> gain </i>something, so I joined in the best dressed competition and wear my brown Baju Melayu. Didn't expect myself to win, but I did, and even though I just got a stationery set, winning is winning B)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The next two days was not that eventful, except for the fact that I have elevated to Rank 9: Specialist III on Modern Combat 3: Fallen Nation Multiplayer, not much happened. But yesterday was HECKYEA AWESOME, celebrated Aidiladha with my beloved family at my hometown in Negeri Sembilan. I helped to arrange the trays for the feast on Sunday night, and it felt great to know that the guests benefited from my side of the family's help (and of course my own) :D</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Me, my brother and my dad also managed to make a getaway for two hours when we went cycling to Kepis and back to Juasseh Hilir, and I have to admit, the ride was torturously great :D Here's a photo :-</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That night we recited Yassin for my late uncle who passed away recently, and then it was time to bring the food up and I helped with that as I usually do during feasts, but I suddenly had a chest pain so I just grabbed my mom's iPhone and stayed in my grandmother's bedroom and went online. Good thing I did that, too, cause I finally got some peace to chat with that special someone :) </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I went to bed at around 11 as usual and woke at around 6.40 today. Finally got to take a bath after the long wait, as there was only two toilets but around 20 people. I made a quick pack and checked everything, and me, my brother and my dad left home at around 8.10, cause I love my family and all, but no place is better than home. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And honestly, I've had enough of family togetherness and getting referred to as "that tall Pakistani-looking guy" by the older relatives :P</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That's it for now. Apologies for not posting; time did not allow :l</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>no h8.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>faris</i></span></div>Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-13423289213942563362011-10-30T22:04:00.000+08:002011-10-30T22:04:21.243+08:00Sometimes I Wonder If I Really Matter.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Never quit, never stop pushing yourself to the limits. For pain is temporary, but quitting lasts forever. - Lance Armstrong</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Am I the only one who gets that feeling? The feeling that no one gives a damn, the feeling that you don't really affect your surrounding in the littlest way possible, the feeling that you're nobody. Sure, you're surrounded by people who talk to you, but do they really CARE? That's the feeling I'm having. If I were to die, would they even shed a tear? This feeling haunts me. Consumes me. The feeling that no one actually loves me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Yet another holiday wasted, </i>I thought, as I was sent back home from my friend's dad. Another holiday spent on nothing but hoping that stupid game console would just get sent to me from one of the lightning strikes that keep on filling the sky. <b>WASTED</b> on hoping that something that had absolutely no chance on coming to me would magically do so. It's like wishing for a downhill slope during the first kilometers of a mountain climb. It's like wishing for the pigs in Angry Birds to suddenly "poof", and you gain 5000 points, when you have no birds left to slingshot.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Fudge cake my strawberry nipples, I really hate myself on trusting someone whom I knew wasn't taking me seriously. I mean come on, a deal is a deal, and even a 12-year old knows those kind of ShizNits. I really have to stop putting my full trust on people, God damn it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, school's back now, I'm actually looking forward to it so that I could leave this little sh*thole, the only thing interesting about it is the texts I get, and the Mac I adore, and the books I read to entertain, and the words I write to express my ideas, and the bikes I pedal on to take my mind off this sh*thole, and feel the breeze, the usual ShizNits. But I hate this place as a whole. I wish I could just take off and travel the endless roads of the world on my bike.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> But as they say, "A will is nothing more than just a wish without its effort, and therefore would never come true", and there's nothing I can do that could change the fact that I'm trapped in this horrible excuse for a shelter, and I shall be until God-knows-when. By this point you might be wondering what the heck I'm talking about, and I don't feel like telling you either but the people who matters most, will know, and if I don't tell you, you don't really matter that much to me, which is good because none of you actually wants me alive, anyway.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So to all my schoolmates and to other people who gives a shiznit, welcome back to school life, and if you hate it, learn to love it cause there's no way out of it. I really miss my friends so I'm looking forward to tomorrow, plus we're not gonna open our abandoned books anyway so I think it's all gonna be an opportunity to get away from this sh*thole :P</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yeah, you might have noticed a slight change in mood based on the contents of this apparently-useless post. I don't really feel like blogging any damn way, my eye hurts as though someone lit a candle and pointed it there, my head is aching like I just got hit elbowed by Chuck Norris, and the only thing keeping me from hitting my beloved bed is this blog post.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And since I'm ending my blog post right here; I'm hitting my bed right now.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Famous last words - <i>Be who you are. It's the first step towards becoming a better you :)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> So, you might be hating on me as I made no Tuesday posts, but this holidays has just been so boring and uneventful that I have no sh*t to blog , and I doubt that there is a particular topic to be written about today too but I'll just do what I promised, since I always claim to be a man of my words (really?)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For your information I kept this draft since two days ago, and it was just lying there doing nothing, so it would be a real pity to not continue the sh*t that I started. So basically this post would be about how sh*tty my one-week holiday for The Festival of Lights was, mainly because there were no games to play. I kind of annoyed the sh*t out of my mom to get me a game console<b> (FYI I HAVE NOT BEEN BUYING GAME CONSOLES SINCE 2007 #truefact)</b>. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Mom: Ok Faris, what book do you want to buy?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Me: XBox 360</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Mom: Faris, anything to add to the shopping list?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Me: Hmm let's see... XBox 360, Battlefield 3, Dead Space 2, Modern Warfare 2..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Mom: Oh here we go again...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Mom: So you bought the Skulduggery Pleasant: Death Bringer. Anything el-</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Me: Yeah, XBox 360</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Mom: If there's anything that I could do to help me cure your boredom...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Me: XBox 360</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So I'm getting the game console after my two brothers' examinations finish, which means the next weekend, but my fat *ss can't take it anymore here at home, mainly cause it's just so God damn boring doing the same things over and over again, just signing in my Blogger (links to YouTube automatically), Skype and Facebook, and then just staring at some gameplay of the games I want to buy. Not that it helps cure my boredom in any way.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> The only interesting part of my day was the times when you would come online, and we would VideoChat together, and make silly faces, and go like "OMG IS THAT A GHOST BEHIND YOU", you know, sh*t like that :D Those are usually the best part of the day. The Earth seems to be so messed up now, with all the sudden temperature changes, very hot and sunny at 4.00, slight drizzle at 5.00, cloudy from 5.30, and then heavy rain. Seriously, just ONE FINE DAY of Sun would be enough. Full 12 hours of it. But <b>NOOOOO</b>, we can't even get that =.="</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm kind of just begging for time to speed up and I just want to see my school again, and in case you're wondering, I ain't being a nerd, it's just that home has been so God damn boring and I can't wait to see my awesome friends again, especially <b>THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE ;D </b>So, saying it from its true meaning, I actually miss my friends, my awesome teachers, the cool-*ss school cleaners and your hugs, not *school* by itself :P</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Hey, guess what, even with "no particular sh*t to blog about", I still made it through one whole post! Haha, I think I deserve a thumbs up for this, so just click the "Like" button on your right and you'll be able to enter another realm during your sleep, and maybe get captured in it while falling into an unexplainable coma, and if you're lucky you can get a hot red demon to possess you and make you start calling your mom's friend "bitch" and "whore" too! And who knows, maybe your dad can join in, and while you get out safely, your "oh-I'm-so-brave" Dad would get possessed by a horrifyingly ugly grandma while trying to save your big *ss! </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My sincerest of apologies, but I've just watched the movie "Insidious" at 11.00 PM and splitting images of the ghosts in that realm are still haunting me, especially that ugly grandma and the doll thing with a gun... Damn, I'm not sleeping tonight.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> ANYWAY, I meant to say that if you click the Like button you would have to make a wish right after, and that wish would come true. Example if you wish for a drink, you click the Like button and suddenly you'd have eradicated all that laziness in your heavy *ss and get up to make one yourself! Trust me, it works! :3</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So I'm most probably leaving now, I wanna try to get some shut-eye and getting absorbed into that realm.. LOL I KEED THE INSIDIOUS B*TCHES. As much as I know nothing in my house is moving randomly, and I've never had any strange dreams so I guess I'm safe!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, good night people. Or, since it's 3.20 AM now, I think it'd be truer if I say,<b> GOOD MORNING :D </b>I think that's about it, and sorry for not making a Tuesday post, I was too busy being awesome. OHH, and also, no one suggested me a topic. Such an excuse to keep my readers doing what they should be doing - reading.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Be sure to be there for my next post on Sunday, don't die or anything okay? :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>no h8.</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>faris</b></i></span></div>Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-89654383011635283032011-10-23T23:30:00.000+08:002011-10-23T23:30:44.655+08:00New Blogging Format :D<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So as my (soon-to-be) successful vlogger friend Jacquelina recommended, I'm gonna start making a blogging format, to know when my readers have to check this blog to get updates. So, I think it would be Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>THURSDAYS </b>would be out of topic requests or recommendations (send me recommendations through Facebook at http://http://www.facebook.com/xAhmad.Faris19 or you can do it simply through the chat box at the side of this blog. And if I get no recommendations, two options :- I might not be making a Thursday post, or I would post about any particular events (if there are any).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>SUNDAYS </b>would be late-night posts, just like this one, because my weekends now are almost always packed full of events, either cycling or outings, etcetera. As usual, it would be a late-night post mainly because I need a full-day detail of the happenings, not to mention idea-flowing and sh*t like that. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> So, I'll try to slip in a few more posts through those days since I made the "like my status and I'll tell you" sh*t on Facebook. 30 people liked it, but they don't even know my blog URL. Stupid donkeyholes =.=" Anyway, if you don't bother to read my blog I won't bother to make a post about you then :) A favor returned with another. Fair, eyh?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i> <b> </b></i><b>The most torturous </b>ride of my life was ended today with my milage reading 77.5 kilometres, back at our starting point at Jami Bike Centre. The pace of the leaders were fast, at an average of 35+ km/h, and I must admit I couldn't keep up with the peloton. The hills were tough. The wind was completely against. The heating Sun only means further torture. My water ran out at the part when I needed it most. </span><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm kind of surprised at the power of the mind to push the rest of the body through the whole challenge, I mean, some three-fifths of the whole 77 kilometres were hilly, and if I were to look at the road that I was about to cycle through, I would be going all "****, I can't do this". But I didn't know what to expect, and in the beginning I just TOLD myself not to stop, to not stop pedaling, to just keep the bike moving above 25km/h to maintain my average speed.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> The turning to Klang Highway was quite obvious before we hit that one hell of a hill, and I was wondering "<b>WHAT THE **** IS THE PELOTON DOING?!" </b>because the turning was right over there when my milage was 15, but, as this mother*beep*er right here have all the luck in the world, we continued towards a long hill climb, up to the top at a native village. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I kept telling myself, "My mind move my feet. My feet moves the big crank which moves the smaller chainring, which moves the wheel hub, and then the back wheel. The movement of the back wheel would move the front wheel, which moves the bike". OK, that might've been a little too complicated, I'll put it simpler this way - Set your mind to finish the sh*t, and your legs will finish the sh*t for you, no matter the gradient, no matter the speed, no matter the pace.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Point is, you're not going to die when you push yourself far beyond your limits, so why be afraid to do so? Like Eminem had said, "You can do anything you set your mind to." And this thing has just been proven right; I mean, I didn't think I could even go forty without pushing. I didn't know what to expect so I didn't know where are the climbs in which I need to conserve my energy on, I just drafted through my dad's back wheel and pedaled the **** out of my Shimano Sora STI 2011 crankset. Torturous though it may seem, I made it - youngest of the group, although I reached third last, I made it just fine; without any falls, without pushing my bicycle. It was tempting to stop and just push the sh*t though, but what is the use? A bicycle is meant to be pedaled. So I'm not gonna waste the RM3,500 my dad had spend on this sh*t and just push the pedals like a mother*beep*er.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And that's what I did, and whether you want to believe it or not, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><b>I MADE IT ;D</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So let this be a reminder to all, anything is possible if the will to achieve it is there, the mind set is the primary need, the effort right after. Leave aside all the torture. Try to not even feel it. Think of the ones you love. Think of a place you love, anything to get your mind off the torture; but nonetheless, focus on your mindset. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">If this lousy tall ***hole that loves turtles can pedal his sh*tty legs through seventy-seven kilometres of hilly roads, I'm sure you can too ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Trust me, it's all in the mind.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>faris</i></span></div></div>Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-49031144627157679702011-10-22T00:11:00.000+08:002011-10-22T00:11:18.480+08:00Amazing Just The Way You Are :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I am very fortunate, to have someone as awesome, pretty, understanding and fun as you in my life. And I also hope that you will always be a friend of mine, cause honestly, without you there'd be a huge awesome part of my life missing :)</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I think everyone, including you, have that one person who is older than you are, but cares for you just as much as you care for them. That person you take as an older sibling, that awesome person who is fun to be around with, in other words, the person you love just like she is an older sister. Well, that valuable person to me is</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I remember that we started being close since that dancing on 2009, I knew you long before that though, I think when I was only Standard 2. It was thanks to my brother Fairuz, really. You were famous at school, if I could recall? Haha, I remembered how badly you wanted to be dance partners with me, but since I was (kind of) short compared to you at that time, I partnered with Suk Ying instead :P I think I even had a small crush on you, and I was pretty jealous of Mark back then XD</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In the year of 2010, however, we became a little distant as I didn't go to the park at those times, and the only thing that linked us together was the "Tell Kimberly I said Hi" that I tell Kaylyn once every month :P</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> However, around March this year, I started going to the big park and I met you, and the last time I did you were, as I can recall, one finger taller than me, but when I saw you on that day I felt like "Oh, have I grown that much???" Seriously, when I met you on that day I couldn't believe how much I missed you, and above all I was seriously baffled by the fact that I could live one whole year without your presence... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Honestly speaking, I really miss the times we spent together "practicing" at P.S.S. especially at the way you freak out when a song you like comes on the radio, and you'll go like "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" then start dancing while singing "I Know You Want Me" by Pitbull. HAHA, good times, good times xD</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> It's still kind of weird that I knew you before I knew your sister since we are of the same age, but to tell you the truth I have more friends who are older than me compared to my friends of the same age. ANYWAY, I did not know if I have ever thanked you for introducing me to Kaylyn, so <b>THANK YOU with a capital 'T' for ALL the things you have done to me, whether it is just to spend a few minutes on chatting or helping me in anything that I needed help with :D</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Throughout these years you have been a great friend, even though you're still a terrible secret-keeper, but still, I don't recommend you to change yourself cause you're awesome just the way you are. And other readers, if you DON'T want your secret to be a secret anymore, you can tell it to this girl right here :P</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> So, last words, sorry for all the wrongs I have done to you, from the times I slapped you because you were screaming like a freak until the time where I accidentally poked your eyeball (did it seriously hurt? o.O), cause you know I don't mean to cause any harm, physically or towards the feelings, of an awesome, pretty, fun and one-of-a-kind person like you <3</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My sincerest of apologies if you expected this blog post to be better than what it is, cause I'm seriously out of ideas and my eyeballs are burning since it's 12 midnight now. I think you should appreciate the fact that I stayed up just to blog about my pretty and hot friend :P So, stay awesome, remember to NOT change yourself and try to be someone else, cause girl you're amazing, JUST THE WAY YOU ARE :D</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>straight from the heart,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>no lies .</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>faris</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Life's awesome now, everything is awesome now, I just don't want it to end :) In case anyone gives a sh**, I'm hitting Fraser's Hill, Penang on Sunday, and we're having a little outing on Monday, just to celebrate the freedom :D </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ACTUALLY, I just made that up. But, you get the point. And if you have ever forwarded these kind of messages, please stop doing it, cause believe me only </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">do that kinda stuff. Forgive me if you're offended, but seriously, people who believe in those kind of things, you should IMMEDIATELY STOP doing so. You honestly think that your life depends on a few made-up words? Are you that stupid? You're forwarding that message because you think you would DIE if you didn't do so. Fact is, you could die anytime, depending on God's will. You could be singing in the toilet and suddenly drop dead, or French-kissing and your heart stops beating suddenly. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*<i>small note - not that I want any of you to die like this.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>I'm just sayin, if God wants to take your life away, He takes your life away.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>And it can happen any time. Any time at all.*</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b> NOT WANTING TO BE HATING OR ANYTHING,</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> But it's kind of saddening, the fact that most of the people that does this are Malay-Muslims (I'm not racist. I'm just saying). What happened to "Ashhadu an-Laa ilaaha illa-Allah, wa Ashhadu anna Muhammadan Rasulullah"? What happened to the six things you have to believe in? "Allah, Malaikah, Rasul, Kitab, Qada' and Qadar, al-Kiamah". Nothing over there states CHAIN MESSAGES. This might be a small thing, but believing in something else other than God (like some stupid chain message claiming that it was cursed) can lead to "syirik", which is believing in something supernatural other than God.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm not a Christian, a Hindu or a Buddha either, but I'm pretty sure, for all religions, you can't really believe in "supernatural" bull**** other than God? So, yeah, I think you'd better re-think before you re-post these kind of stuffs, because even this small of thing can lead to the fact that you believe in something else other than God Almighty, which will lead you to the act of "murtad", which means leaving a religion and conspiring against it. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> So I really hope to see NO MORE of this stupid stuff, it stopped around mid-year but now it's resurfaced, cause believe me, you wouldn't want to betray your whole religion just because of some (claiming to be) cursed Facebook statuses. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Think before you re-post them. Do you believe in God? Do you believe in Allah? Or do you believe in chain messages? Once again, think.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>no h8.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>faris</i></span></div>Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-60213280670587653472011-10-17T18:54:00.000+08:002011-10-17T18:54:11.081+08:00Nobody Is Perfect. Well Then, Meet "Nobody" .<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>When I decided to be friends with you, I had no idea that you were the right one for me. But now, I know better, and believe me, that was the best decision I have ever made in my life ;)</i></span><br />
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</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's been three years since I knew you were you, and I believe I was really fortunate that I was seated beside you in the year of 2010 :) And yeah, before that we didn't really know each other, but you knew me in the year of 2008 whereas I only started knowing you, all thanks to Kimberly, since the tenth month of 2009. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Anyway, thanks to the lucky seating I got on 2010, I got to know you better, and I remembered my first impression of you, being "Weirdly awesome", which when translated means you're awesome for a strange reason xD Sometimes last year I even wonder if you and Cynthia were OK people, HAHA XD *no, seriously. No offense*</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But, as Alice told the Mad Hatter, the best people are truly bonkers :P </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A little confession from me Kaylyn, actually I had a little crush on you last year, but at that moment you liked someone else, and I think you had no feelings for me in the past, anyway :P </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Last year still remains as the most valuable year of my life, mostly because I became closer to you, Cynthia and many others :D We even made nicknames, you as Ketchup, me as French Fries, Cheeseburger being Cynthia, Hazirah as Hash browns, etcetera. And yeah, I admit that I am disappointed when I found out you and Joshua were going to 6C, but although separated thanks to our different classes this year, our bonds are still close because we always hang out at the park, walk to the school entrance together and stuff like that. (Y)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Soon after our bonds tighten I came to realize that you were the hole that was missing all these years, and yes, I realized I have found the right person, and that hole was patched up by you, and it's all thanks to your ever-so-kind display of true friendship. In other words, you complete me.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">And every time I look at you, I truly believe more than ever that God is the greatest, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">because only the greatest would be able to create such beauty :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And I do not know what else to say other than "Thank you", because, honestly, I can't find any words that could ever describe how thankful I am that you chose me to be a friend, that you care for me, and that you love me just for who I am.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I also want you to know that I love you more than I love my pillow, which is something to say since I always hug my pillow and sleep with it every night, haha xD And yes, I will always love you no matter how much you change, no matter how you will feel about me in the future, or in much simpler words, no matter what happens.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My sincerest of apologies if there is anything that you do not like about me, as I always say, human beings such as myself are imperfect, we make mistakes. And that is the reason why I feel the need to say sorry to you. There were times when I've been annoying for you, times were I accidentally spit out from my mouth offensive words, and stuff like that. You know I don't mean to hurt one of God's greatest creation, YOU, whether emotionally or physically.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Sorry again if you expected this blog post to be better than what it really is, and lastly, I love you with all my heart.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> And starting from those days, we sat next to each other at the mosque, we played tag with each other, spend time at recess together and the usual things that gay partners do together. *I KEED PEOPLE, I'M ABSOLUTELY A STRAIGHT MALE, GO ASK MY GIRLFRIEND* </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Since I found out that Noie loves you, I admit that I was a little disappointed, but hey, I decided, "I don't foresee a moment where me and Noie would be together, so **** it, there's still more girls in the world, but it's a rarity to find a friend this awesome, so I'm not letting friendship go for a person who has no feelings over me." SERIOUSLY. THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, we became closer than ever after that, and I soon came to realize that you're a strong person too, which means we can beat the crap out of each other without worrying that the other side would cry like a bitch. HAHA YES THIS IS TRUE! We even have what Daniel calls "our trademark chase" which starts with you squeezing my junk, and me kicking you, and you will say "The heck you kicked me for?" and you will kick me back, and the chase would begin. Although I never really manage to catch you, you lightning-speeded mother*beep*er, it was still fun nonetheless ^_^</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Lastly, sorry if I've ever kicked you too hard, and for that blue-black on your eye the other day when you tickled me too hard and I kicked you in the eye, and for other stuff that I've done. I'm just an imperfect human, and imperfect humans make mistakes.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Thanks for always being cool and awesome, no matter the situation x) Stay cool my nigga, and I pray for your relationship with her to last until you draw your last breath :)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">GPF FOREVER YO.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>From the bottom of my heart .</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>faris</i></span></div>Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-42244532043325096472011-10-17T15:49:00.000+08:002011-10-17T15:49:59.161+08:00It Feels So Empty, Without You .<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>The bird, a nest. The spider, a web. The man, friendship. It's what that makes us stick together, regardless of whatever happens .</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, around 2.20 p.m. today, I made a status on Facebook, and it goes like this, "Like this status and I'll make a whole post on my blog dedicated to you". So far I have 18 likes, which means an ass-load of work, but I have all the time I need! :)</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ngehehe. The friend I "less than three" very much. So, it has been four years of our awesome friendship huh? After your return from your one-year at Sarawak, I was feeling like "Hey, Noie's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!" and you couldn't believe how happy I was :P After that one distant year, we were not really that close, but from your return, our bond of friendship became closer than ever before, and assisted by the fact that we are olahraga participants and in the same class this year.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I think you'd also know that I had a crush on you, before you were with Jihad of course, and I have to admit that during that time I felt awkward around you ._.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But then, I've learned the fact that sometimes, it is better to be close friends than being jealous of my best friend who is in a relationship with a person I had a crush on :P After all these years, I wanna say sorry if I have ever annoyed you too much with my boner jokes and all that, and you being forced to listen to my talks with Shafiq Basha and all.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> And I think I've made you mad before, with me insulting your pimples and all that shit, so SORRY, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART cause you know I don't mean to do such things to someone who is cool, awesome and makes all these epic sound effects.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, thank you, thank you for being there for me, thank you for being my awesome friend, thank you for sticking around no matter how filthy, unawesome, naughty and perverted this man called Faris can be.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Hehe, lastly, love you as my awesome friend, and no matter how matured you get, don't stop making your awesome sound effects :D</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>Truly from the heart of</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>faris</i></span></div>Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-54806478691341449962011-10-15T00:07:00.001+08:002011-10-15T00:20:54.515+08:00And I Would've Did Anything For You .<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition in life; define yourself.</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> This morning, some teacher was lecturing the intestines out of us (not really, but you get it) and she was like "Please students, I'm tired of scolding you..." So I went all</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I keed, my dad wouldn't kill me. He's the one who ejaculated me in the first place. Anyway, me being the heavy thinker I always was, I've thought up of a plan, it won't totally evade the punishment, that's like impossible. But it would reduce it. So I'd have to get good results for my past UPSR exam, and results are coming out in November, so the thing to do is to keep my badly contaminated report card until the day of the result-giving (if I get 5As, insya-Allah)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> This would either end up two ways - my dad would be happy cause I've got 5As for my UPSR, and not give a **** about my coming exam, or my dad would go like "Oh, you got good results for your UPSR, congratulations.. let me see your report card.. OH WHAT THE ****?! SIVIK, B MINUS?".</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And me, knowing my father, the thing likelier to happen would be the latter. Anyways it's midnight now, happy weekend people.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Oh, by the way I saw this question on Facebook and it goes like "40 + 40 x 0 + 1 = ?". Firstly, Facebook is meant to take your mind off God damn studies, especially Mathematics. Just type your balls out and chill on Facebook. Not meant for studies, b*tches! And please, for those who answer 1, you're plain idiots. Remember BODMAS? You're supposed to multiply 40 by 0 first. Then you'll get 0, and you add that up with 40 and 1, and you'll get 41. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There is this one asshole who uses a girl who get the girl he truly desires, like, the **** is that man? You don't LOVE her at all. You just wanna use her. So **** off, and to the girl, why bother? There are many fishes in the sea. And he isn't the fish suitable for you. So forget about him. I don't see how you fell for him in the first place. Were you, like, DRUNK THE ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP? Haha, I keed bro (or sis). </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So by the way I can't see why you people are being so emotional these days, cause I've had around three encounters with a fate I can't evade which is death, and believe me, you can die anytime. So, live life to the fullest man! People who don't care about you, you don't have to waste time making them do so. Just **** their balls off LIKE A BOSS! Only roll with people who will be with you through thick and thin. And people who don't, why should you give a ****? It's their life. You can't change how they feel about you. But you can change how you feel about them.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Some people love the ones who ignore them, and ignore the ones who love them. The fact is that the ones who ignore you would not bother if something happens to you, and the ones you ignored would be the ones saddened most if something bad happens to you. And then you'd be thinking "Why didn't I value this person" and stuff. So, personally, I think you should open your eyes, don't waste your time on the one who ignore you, and concentrate most on the ones who love you for who you are (this must be the third time I said that). </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There, I'm done being Mr. Advise Guy. I'm out, PEACE!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, I'm having a major cycling event this weekend participated by many people around the country and South-East Asia, it's being held in Dataran Merdeka Kuala Lumpur. I admit I've been busy these recent days with my bicycle cleaning and stuff, and I'm still behind school projects, I mean SERIOUSLY behind, like everyone's at the third and I'm still sticking my booty pipe at the first one.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Phew, lately I've been procrastinating so much. I admit, I'm not a good example to be followed. Sorry for those who think of me as an idol (I'm not sure anyone does but I'm just sayin') but I'm someone who should not be idolized. SERIOUSLY!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I just don't know how to sort out my priorities, and just by currently writing this post right now, I am NOT doing what I should be, cause I should be working my ass off like others, folding some color-paper shit to make an octahedron, or finding out information about those grandpas who contributed to our country's independence, you know, sh*t like that. Yeah, I know I'm a bad person, but all I ask is for you to read my god damn posts up on these b*tch-ass nigga, not idolize me and sh*t. If you're a guy, idolizing me would just be gay, and if you're a girl, idolizing me would make you a guy. So DON'T do so ;)</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Good night people. Love you Ketchup ;D</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>no h8.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><i>faris</i></span></div>Farishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14537016416950555475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683623569457422444.post-65134931830175310982011-10-08T22:00:00.000+08:002011-10-08T22:02:32.753+08:00How Quickly Something Anticipated Turns Into The Past .<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">How time flies when you're having fun .</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, I recently went to this trip to Perak as you might as well know, and I decide to share some photos :) (only ones I like of course)</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">By the lake. Nice pose Kaylyn :D Me and Cynthia laughing at a joke ... Oh, and nice biceps, me! :P</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> So, firstly we went on the small slides on the pool, and I took of my shirt to show my apparently skinny torso, twisted my shirt and whipped people with it >:D #LIKEABOSS! And then we decided to go to the bigger water slides, the ones that we have to use floats on</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, after that it was watersliding time, and I went on the float firstly with Shafiq Basha, then with Kaylyn and Zikry :D the first time, Kaylyn was going like "Oh, no I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die!" so I convinced her like "You're gonna be fine, if anything happens I'm here", you know, shit like that :D It was damn nice! There were eight of them, and we went on them all, and it was a nice feeling to scream when you're going fast (Y) </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> And then me, Jack, Kaylyn, Cynthia and Noie went to this pool where the current was so strong. We were supposed to just rent a float and let the waves carry us, but we were walking on our hands like retards of nature.. and Jack was walking on his feet and leaving us behind #LIKEABOSS at least I got to hold your hand and swiftly move through the currents (although it wasn't at all "swiftly") :P</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> So, when we went back on the bus, I switched place with Cynthia and sat next to her, and I slept soundly as I was b*tch-ass tired, and then we went to Kellie's Castle, which, rumor has it, is haunted D: in case you suck at history, this guy William Kellie Smith built it for his wife (bring in the AWWWWS, b*tches) but she tragically died, and William also died soon after, which means the castle was never completed. Here's a picture of the not-yet-completed part :D</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We had an awesome time there though. The stairs were really narrow, and the champagne storage shelves and the bar was really chilly (time to start those ghost sounds). On the roof of the castle, everyone was sitting down on the top floor as they were afraid of heights, but these three brave-asses K.aylyn F.aris C.ynthia (or KFC) skip around happily while I sang Top Of The World by The Cataracts :D Here's a photo!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, as I was butt-ass tired, I slept through approximately three quarters of the journey back, and my stupid neck went out of control and I leaned on Kaylyn during my sleep =.=" (maybe that's why I had those sweet dreams? HAHA JK XD) anyway Cynthia pushed me to the window but thanks to the speed of the bus, and the number of left turns, my neck went out of control yet again. At some point Cynthia even squeezed my nose and said "I'll stop you from breathing" but the technique failed, haha :D We reached the school at around 7.20 p.m. and waved our good byes, I reached home, prayed and slept with a happy feeling :D</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, a big thanks to the teachers and the school for organizing this trip, thank you to my parents for letting me go, and lastly thanks to my friends for giving me the time of my life ;) I appreciate it, people :D</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Oh yes, unless you're blind, you could clearly see that I've installed a Facebook "like" button on your right, so be sure to click it! You know I love you guys ;) So, it's a challenging day of cycling tomorrow, good night and sweet dreams! :D</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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