tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20954589483405528362024-03-19T10:57:19.794+08:00my shtor-weeThoughts and feel i wirte from my mind and heartMohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-53459145901965446692009-03-24T17:13:00.000+08:002009-03-24T17:14:56.230+08:00Its for you - keep the faith<b>""When you get someone that you can share anything with, no matter whats the obstacle you may face. If its worth it. Just keep the faith & with god's willing you will get through it...""</b><i>Hopeless Romantic Guy</i><br /><br /><br />I can almost see it<br />That dream I'm dreaming but<br />There's a voice inside my head sayin,<br />You'll never reach it,<br />Every step I'm taking,<br />Every move I make feels<br />Lost with no direction<br />My faith is shaking but you<br />Make me keep trying<br />Make my head held high<br /><br />There's not going to be another person<br />I'm always gonna love u more<br />Always going to be an up-hill battle,<br />When you want something ’good for u<br />Ain't about how I fast I get there<br />Ain't about what's waiting on the other side<br />It's for you.........<br /><br />The struggles we are facing,<br />The chances I'm taking<br />Sometimes they knock me down but<br />No I'm not breaking<br />You may not know it<br />But these are the moments that<br />I'm going to remember most yeah<br />Just got to keep going<br />And you,<br />you make me strong<br />Just keep pushing on,<br /><br />There's not going to be another person<br />I'm always gonna love u more<br />Always going to be an up-hill battle,<br />When you want something’ good for u<br />Ain't about how I fast I get there<br />Ain't about what's waiting on the other side<br />It's for you.<br /><br />Keep on moving<br />Keep climbing<br />Keep the faith baby<br />It's all about<br />It's all about<br />you....<br />Keep the faith<br />Keep the faith<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6l-R2oGWDw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6l-R2oGWDw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-42169532273699084472009-03-19T05:02:00.003+08:002009-03-19T05:07:37.577+08:00Confessionits official. i am head over heels for this person.<br /><br />I cant deny my heart.<br /><br />Though my head says, consider the situation and condition.<br /><br />But my heart say to hell, with it.<br /><br />I am ready for any consequences. Cause i know, if i do not try. i might just regret for the rest of my life.<br /><br />So, i do what i can. The rest god will decide.<br /><br />Let the flow begins.<br /><br />What ever 12553 means. I think 143 towards you.<br /><br />too soon? well, that is sincerely from me.<br /><br />Gosh i am blushing.<br /><br />I am such a goof ball.<br /><br />nyte nyte. Its 5am and i cant sleep. thinking of KT.Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-8428552855494551312009-03-18T13:46:00.004+08:002009-03-18T14:50:18.462+08:00Tagged by aidy<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://mraidy.blogspot.com/" style="display: block;"> </a> </div><div id="content-wrapper"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;" id="crosscol-wrapper"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div id="main-wrapper"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="main section" id="main"><div class="widget Blog" id="Blog1"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="blog-posts hfeed"><div style="text-align: center;"> <!-- google_ad_section_start --> </div><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header">The rule :*Use Google Image to search the answers to the questions below.Then you must choose a picture in the first page of results, andpost it as your answer. After that tag 7 people.</h2><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >The Age Of The Coming Birthday</span></h2><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPJQ5VNB6I0N7cA8YaIfQPLkJcM7XEP4hJjLLRDp4ume0K8hacg1gl9xzYBjVG2fDnbzBHf2kZ9a7-cipODBtU1baSKJ0qNQPI-ONzVzQKSvyPvvJl4JVB81EqU-krKyInl04OyeChcS0/s1600-h/21+years.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPJQ5VNB6I0N7cA8YaIfQPLkJcM7XEP4hJjLLRDp4ume0K8hacg1gl9xzYBjVG2fDnbzBHf2kZ9a7-cipODBtU1baSKJ0qNQPI-ONzVzQKSvyPvvJl4JVB81EqU-krKyInl04OyeChcS0/s320/21+years.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314410950096687970" border="0" /></a></h2><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Place i would visit</span><br /></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicA_i187nEp7NNzMyP6Fsm6HS24BfcGuUfzWBRj-rmGwphwyglhJrpDw5tyKYqd80jZdEAqSVXPnsA_weDSrRVS6yfy2pD9a19ykpS-yxwiwiBuMGoaAs2p7EImGzbWwreXg4HQN28d58K/s1600-h/nicaragua.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicA_i187nEp7NNzMyP6Fsm6HS24BfcGuUfzWBRj-rmGwphwyglhJrpDw5tyKYqd80jZdEAqSVXPnsA_weDSrRVS6yfy2pD9a19ykpS-yxwiwiBuMGoaAs2p7EImGzbWwreXg4HQN28d58K/s320/nicaragua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314410963819849410" border="0" /></a></h2><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >The Favourite place </span></h2><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNs8M7hmbDS84IiNRrCy4t8T4Z8llpt96BFZXTNcle849K6nhHDDZ6mn4xK7gmhlu1249Whw3CYea4n4X3uLuBl_FsSZ8FU3sptgoSbcpZRcRwlXGsMhl1z_9nHX5UBqg8grQDDwuGx60_/s1600-h/ipohstraatje.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNs8M7hmbDS84IiNRrCy4t8T4Z8llpt96BFZXTNcle849K6nhHDDZ6mn4xK7gmhlu1249Whw3CYea4n4X3uLuBl_FsSZ8FU3sptgoSbcpZRcRwlXGsMhl1z_9nHX5UBqg8grQDDwuGx60_/s320/ipohstraatje.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314411729095581794" border="0" /></a></h2><div style="text-align: center;">Ipoh- my hometown<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="post hentry"><div class="post-body entry-content"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">The Favourite Food</span><br /><br /><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GwBykcoeAWjUQskY70kMWIYeBKfNV_khyphenhyphene3wPQ4XewISASrsuNm3CRlj9t0EX5W03GWbK-dqcnOyvBnteXVBvrnOSZNO3BxEhXLjtUlwuO5F0chN7ezK1Hu1JOSlroAUj6aBPg-Gmo1r/s1600-h/wholefeast.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3GwBykcoeAWjUQskY70kMWIYeBKfNV_khyphenhyphene3wPQ4XewISASrsuNm3CRlj9t0EX5W03GWbK-dqcnOyvBnteXVBvrnOSZNO3BxEhXLjtUlwuO5F0chN7ezK1Hu1JOSlroAUj6aBPg-Gmo1r/s320/wholefeast.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314410966863900066" border="0" /></a></h2><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">The Favourite Things</span><br /><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-gdvrI_d55exa7atGhyphenhyphen56tB7iGA4_WSc428eTprdxURmRfPBcVRLLNm-NSGR1t5n4ACXh94IlblBNFmGUT_0p73tnBOtlngj70Pi-yDD2BB1FmAIGib5Z-lRuLf8NKNvsxBSmbVPM8Mr/s1600-h/sony-c902.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-gdvrI_d55exa7atGhyphenhyphen56tB7iGA4_WSc428eTprdxURmRfPBcVRLLNm-NSGR1t5n4ACXh94IlblBNFmGUT_0p73tnBOtlngj70Pi-yDD2BB1FmAIGib5Z-lRuLf8NKNvsxBSmbVPM8Mr/s320/sony-c902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314410977639758130" border="0" /></a></h2><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Nickname I </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Had</span><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KYVKhKVIcVwFxWe2Xo01G4in-td0ckOUV-CsudKOSO1aJPevdi2XfAkLB2c-we5wNv6hmqGvL0h_kDj2Zpqh94rvV_uX6l1dYbaoVSGVb4hrtzJmMSzLNOn-J7Be7xkZ6Bfzoub3GB1r/s1600-h/012_5012playboy-bunny-posters.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KYVKhKVIcVwFxWe2Xo01G4in-td0ckOUV-CsudKOSO1aJPevdi2XfAkLB2c-we5wNv6hmqGvL0h_kDj2Zpqh94rvV_uX6l1dYbaoVSGVb4hrtzJmMSzLNOn-J7Be7xkZ6Bfzoub3GB1r/s320/012_5012playboy-bunny-posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314411729338040258" border="0" /></a></h2><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Name of My Love</span><br />Hmm.. Has an the the a,e,i,o,u<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">My Hobby</span><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkq29vT5K6pshqKjkLGOXISPaHiykiUGQ6uwO93uV0BDcXL-ht691fPXBPte14TKcFmwHE8GHzF_Fh395yyDW-2w5K-X76hHXHnPyoAbd8F44IZRQ3a9qg9v2Ud30cJ7dtJqPNX5U9V3Zu/s1600-h/shopaholic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkq29vT5K6pshqKjkLGOXISPaHiykiUGQ6uwO93uV0BDcXL-ht691fPXBPte14TKcFmwHE8GHzF_Fh395yyDW-2w5K-X76hHXHnPyoAbd8F44IZRQ3a9qg9v2Ud30cJ7dtJqPNX5U9V3Zu/s320/shopaholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314410969489572962" border="0" /></a><br /></h2><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">My Bad Habit</span><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLP3VWDf8Ul-LEmH2ZDtr0hwOZzX8So5icAYOlqKHaIK-9gEGbA-xoRiHbZRKG34DaarGBFzkUx0JjZZSLKhyphenhyphen-NdPfDv3U1sym29ipCqWDL8A1BlCwwyV_gayEfbUjlFfW-qgktSuJVkZ/s1600-h/flirty07ab4.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLP3VWDf8Ul-LEmH2ZDtr0hwOZzX8So5icAYOlqKHaIK-9gEGbA-xoRiHbZRKG34DaarGBFzkUx0JjZZSLKhyphenhyphen-NdPfDv3U1sym29ipCqWDL8A1BlCwwyV_gayEfbUjlFfW-qgktSuJVkZ/s320/flirty07ab4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314411721540214802" border="0" /></a></h2><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">My Wishlist</span><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcImyMTHMKBcfXWVhtaC4og07rH7HpTI3Zzr2mOQyf113S6rypegFOHUtRm-o-BO-yJcP_zswhXu8YR5lykK4yzds9DRXQNeNHf32NDfqLuSssX1lHC8eV2FYDqW9fPIMU7LgArxIKiquF/s1600-h/07diary03.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcImyMTHMKBcfXWVhtaC4og07rH7HpTI3Zzr2mOQyf113S6rypegFOHUtRm-o-BO-yJcP_zswhXu8YR5lykK4yzds9DRXQNeNHf32NDfqLuSssX1lHC8eV2FYDqW9fPIMU7LgArxIKiquF/s320/07diary03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314411725624155490" border="0" /></a></h2> A succesful model though im only 5'9'<br /></div> </div> </div> <script type="text/javascript">if (window['tickAboveFold']) {window['tickAboveFold'](document.getElementById("latency-8334774718131385216")); }</script></div></div></div></div></div>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-22648056129464610582009-03-18T00:34:00.002+08:002009-03-18T00:42:35.815+08:00Im backwell, its been so long since i actually blog. i miss my blog so much! well, this is the place where i express my feeling when i am to shy to tell someone or just bla bla bla. hee<br /><br />well, since im back active, im going to update u guys on 'heal the world'concert by limkokwing, how my second semester is going and things that happend to me. btw u guys should thank someone, cause he made me wanna blog and express myslef again. neways. love u guys. muah!Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-31829815152790447522009-03-17T23:36:00.002+08:002009-03-18T00:24:48.997+08:00Vague hope<span style="font-size:180%;">W</span>ell, maybe it's my fate. whenever i like someone, they either cheat on me, physically abuse or just will go far away. Well, my last relationship which was about 6 months ago, taught me on how to be patient. I thank god for that. Cause whatever is happening to me now. Its a<span style="font-weight: bold;"> "vague hope</span>". but a hope.<br /><br />Well, yes. i do like someone. but like the title of my blog. vague hope. Full of possibilities. yet. i am a person who says, "what is life,if you don't take a risk". Though impossibility is possibility with challenges.<br /><br />Hmm... But I am glad that i actually know him. Well, lets face the fact. I have not been going to the gym for 2 months cause of my illness, thus making me a hugable S size. I am not the best looking guy. But i do believe by just being me, i am a charmer. Haha.<br /><br />But it is unreal. He is nice. sweet. caring. Though i knew him for like almost a month. But it feels like a year. Plus, i have this feeling like -<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Do you know the feeling when you know that someone is just you wanna be with. you wanna go for long walks with. you wanna do laundry together. you wanna watch DVD on his laps and feed popcorn.</span> </span>yeah, i sound like this hopeless romantic guy, but i am. What to do.....<br /><br />anyways, i wont deny that im almost reaching to the point of head over heels on him but i wanna know him. if he does have to go away back to his home in NJ. I do not wanna lose contact. but yes i hope and pray, that what he might decide happens (he knows what i am talking about).<br />and if he has to go, i wanna make him be the happiest person, for his stay in malaysia. so he has good memeories and if he stays. Well he will be facing some really roller coaster ride with me. hahahaha...<br /><br />For<br /><span style="font-family: arial;">KT</span>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-37831423767187489042009-02-11T13:26:00.002+08:002009-02-11T13:33:47.533+08:00Is like taking out a pin from my vein.Its never easy to forgive yourself, (self-realization), towrds the things you have done wrong, but it is easy to keep inside. Till one day someone tells you. It may sting like bee, hit you like a log straight towards your face but you just have to suck it in. evnthought its has been 2 years since you stop. I guess you cant runaway from karma. You just want to change yourlife, find someone that you can be happy with. But if i dont get that happiness. than, its ok. maybe im still in debt with my past...............Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-91539698470943814162009-01-17T20:36:00.002+08:002009-01-17T20:47:15.330+08:00Tagged by Ngok<a name="7159708104185416627"></a><br />Four jobs I had in my life:<br />1. Part time juice bartender at JJ ipoh<br />2. Part time at Beacon Point<br />3. Freelance home decorator<br />4. I dont have that much job. Im still young<br /><br />Four movies/TV series I would watch over and over:<br />1. Charmed<br />2. Sex and the city<br />3. Coyote Ugly<br />4.Devil's wear prada<br /><br />Four places I’ve been for the past one week:<br />1. 21 bar and kitchen at changkat - Khalisa's birthday<br />2. Seed,Esprit,Guess Ipoh. Shopping lar<br />3. KL sentral. I went klcc<br />4. Pangkor.<br /><br />Four of my favorite food:<br />1. Pasta - any kind<br />2. Chicken hor fun<br />3. Nga choi kai - Ipoh steam white chicken<br />4. Seafood.<br /><br />Four places I would rather be right now:<br />1. At Mid valley. Nak beli seluar<br />2. Inside of a bank. Nak duit<br />3. Pulau Langkawi.<br />4. At my apartment.Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-74387567679702707382008-12-13T02:18:00.000+08:002008-12-13T02:19:31.975+08:00love story- Taylor swift<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGNB2rs4_ck&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGNB2rs4_ck&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-22696199994614273442008-12-12T00:57:00.002+08:002008-12-12T01:03:18.257+08:00Holiday!I am so stress these few days and cant wait for my <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">s</span>i<span style="color:#ff0000;">n</span>g<span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span>p<span style="color:#ff0000;">o</span>r<span style="color:#ff0000;">e</span></span></strong> trip.<br /><br />My stress is due to:<br /><ul><li>The fact that i have to do all the planning,interviews and such for my house renovation.</li><li>The fact that i have to create a damm good emcee script before 23rd of december</li><li>The fact that my loan for my renovation is giving me a headache</li><li>The fact that christmas open house is coming soon.</li><li>The fact that i have to do all of this!</li></ul><p>But thank god for this trip which i will be going by train and staying beside the beach! yes, oh yes.</p><p>But what i cant wait is my<strong> <span style="color:#009900;">x</span>m<span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span>s p<span style="color:#ff0000;">r</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">e</span>s<span style="color:#ff0000;">e</span>n<span style="color:#009900;">t</span></strong><span style="color:#009900;"> </span>that will be coming to ipoh! yeay!</p>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-20802841740199292712008-12-04T23:39:00.006+08:002008-12-06T22:20:11.099+08:00Tag by Hani<span style="color:#66ffff;"></span><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><strong>Hani Baby- I cuma letak 2 sebab connection kat sini mcm (</strong><a href="mailto:*%5E%5E$&$@$"><strong>*^^$&$@$</strong></a><strong>#!</strong></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div>1) Sertakan tiga keping gambar anda yang anda rasa paling seksi.</div><div><br /></div><div>2) Tak semestinya tak berpakaian atau mendedahkan, mungkin anda rasa senyuman anda pada masa itu adalah seksi, sertakan!</div><div><br /></div><div>3) Nyatakan kenapa gambar itu seksi di mata anda.</div><div><br /></div><div>4) Tag 5 orang yang seksi.</div><div><br /></div><div>5) Selamat berseksi!</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vS9Myh4DXEV7onaqCuTFfeIZts0nDEXFbQiMfwkxpy0eAzeb3hBaq8BtQcoVMe9DrBn5u5USsK3dvuoFDpyBEBzoD5F6gWUMxjvm8UYMVu8s4GwAh3xMaIjiW65qOfb7d8euKpVqsHH9/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"></a> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vS9Myh4DXEV7onaqCuTFfeIZts0nDEXFbQiMfwkxpy0eAzeb3hBaq8BtQcoVMe9DrBn5u5USsK3dvuoFDpyBEBzoD5F6gWUMxjvm8UYMVu8s4GwAh3xMaIjiW65qOfb7d8euKpVqsHH9/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967758869390146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vS9Myh4DXEV7onaqCuTFfeIZts0nDEXFbQiMfwkxpy0eAzeb3hBaq8BtQcoVMe9DrBn5u5USsK3dvuoFDpyBEBzoD5F6gWUMxjvm8UYMVu8s4GwAh3xMaIjiW65qOfb7d8euKpVqsHH9/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">Why i think this pic is sexy? well because i am sexy and im in it! hehehe.<br />I feel sexy when i smoke, plus my smile here is great..<br />I feel sexy in this pic, because khalisa make me feel hot. and plus this night</span></strong></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLA_bk1JnnOXbZsEspQF4RMewgx8GCEe1JfNOAUTE1HzY-YOkvi3o9hBxx_RkCNzCv96q4tpVAgOX7NZViuEEV3NVNQFrFxbfe8SNiV7RuYuP1htnEYJ91-XyqD3pKXAmb9ALoI44rN3y/s1600-h/DSC01076.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275975240380168722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLA_bk1JnnOXbZsEspQF4RMewgx8GCEe1JfNOAUTE1HzY-YOkvi3o9hBxx_RkCNzCv96q4tpVAgOX7NZViuEEV3NVNQFrFxbfe8SNiV7RuYuP1htnEYJ91-XyqD3pKXAmb9ALoI44rN3y/s320/DSC01076.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Saya rasa sexsi dlm pic ini karena, ash bilang gue nya nampak sexsi disini. Jadi langsung gue juga rasa sexsi...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;">Siapa saya nak tag?</span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;">Yana</span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;">Masz</span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;">Aimi</span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;">Ritzz</span></div><div><span style="color:#33ffff;">Charming</span></div>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-87616584768614556032008-12-02T12:46:00.005+08:002008-12-07T00:11:50.267+08:00For you.....Tears drops,<br />once again.<br /><br />From the eyes,<br />that look upon<br />a picture of you.<br /><br />Memories flash back.<br />My heart feel the pain.<br />the pain of missing someone<br />so much.<br /><br />I dont know<br />what happend.<br />Perhaps,<br />it my fault.<br />If it is.<br />I take it.<br /><br />I am sorry.<br />I felt hurt,<br />When you went off<br />without saying a thing.<br /><br />I felt like an umbrella.<br /><br />Your still a small boy,<br />sayang..<br />Your a good friend,<br />just a bad lover.<br />hehehe...<br />joking.<br /><br />But i guess,<br />my patience<br />has drain out.<br />but my feeling towards you<br />will never change.<br /><br />Those dates,<br />you come late.<br />Those night,<br />you sleep<br />like a log.<br />The ngok & stupid<br /><br />gosh, how am i<br />sepose to forget you.<br /><br />hmm...<br /><br />But,<br />i wanna<br />thank you.<br />As you gave me<br />something that i belong to feel<br />back.<br />after 2 years.<br /><br />You make me brave to walk<br />in the love game.<br /><br />Thank you.Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-78511855782489634402008-12-02T12:40:00.002+08:002008-12-02T12:44:06.073+08:00im currently listening to :-<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Toni braxton</span></strong><br /><strong><u>"How could an angel break my heart"</u></strong><br /><br /><br />I heard he sang a lullaby<br />I heard he sang it from his heart<br />When I found out thought<br />I would die Because that lullaby was mine<br />I heard he sealed it with a kiss<br />He gently kissed her cherry lips<br />I found that so hard to believe<br />Because his kiss belonged to me<br />How could an angel break my heart<br />Why didn't he catch my falling star<br />I wish I didn't wish so hard<br />Maybe<br />I wished our love apart<br />How could an angel break my heart<br />I heard here face was white as rain<br />Soft as a rose that blooms in May<br />He keeps her picture in a frame<br />And when he sleeps he calls her name<br />I wonder if she makes him smile<br />The way he used to smile at me<br />I hope she doesn't make him laugh<br />Because his laugh belongs to me<br />How could an angel break my heart<br />Why didn't he catch my falling star<br />I wish I didn't wish so hard Maybe<br />I wish our love apart<br />How could an angel break my heart<br />Oh my soul is dying,<br />it's crying<br />I'm trying to understand<br />Please help me<br />How could an angel break my heart<br />Why didn't he catch my falling star<br />I wish I didn't wish so hard Maybe<br />I wished our love apart<br />How could an angel break my heartMohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-40997352110375481462008-12-01T19:22:00.005+08:002008-12-01T19:59:04.527+08:00Dedication<p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center">well, is coming end of the year soon, so i guess i write about some of the beautiful souls i meet this year</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">In no particular order</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtKIIUUsjZER4HxgdUcDDM6LNHUHn9-dH5CNFzsvSIOiBFBOZUIxSLASF2BBgracpkP6mKu3EPwBcPTIuJikwNrVO63xom7thIcHH7ek35vSWDFIiEnFvRpzZnjgBK6tU2Kulv93p4HNdK/s1600-h/echa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274780997627988818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtKIIUUsjZER4HxgdUcDDM6LNHUHn9-dH5CNFzsvSIOiBFBOZUIxSLASF2BBgracpkP6mKu3EPwBcPTIuJikwNrVO63xom7thIcHH7ek35vSWDFIiEnFvRpzZnjgBK6tU2Kulv93p4HNdK/s320/echa.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Vanesa@echa">Vanesa@echa</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I meet her during my first week of orientation in Limkokwing.</div><div align="center">She was standing at the bus stand and i was alone. So as her.</div><div align="center">I went to her and ask her about the bus and we became friends.</div><div align="center">I remebered our first lunch - Nasi goreng Kampung.</div><div align="center">Now she is my sister. My liltle sister.</div><div align="center">Forgive me if i have any wrong doing towards you sis.</div><div align="center">Abang Kangen sama kamu</div><p align="center"><br /><br /> </p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTksuS2EN7v8RTMlI-PgOoK4KihhOmBQDRqoWOfQEIruiFp6a7eESike_NtrVc4IA0cUrc31XZdxWy6v5qacxHTT0KWMO1ODPhNBgBbdPMqqUFc8EXK8fJD5aA_6RR2ZRPkvZszhMfCg2/s1600-h/khalisa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781640906407810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTksuS2EN7v8RTMlI-PgOoK4KihhOmBQDRqoWOfQEIruiFp6a7eESike_NtrVc4IA0cUrc31XZdxWy6v5qacxHTT0KWMO1ODPhNBgBbdPMqqUFc8EXK8fJD5aA_6RR2ZRPkvZszhMfCg2/s320/khalisa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Khalisa@Taikache">Khalisa@Taikache</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Well, i couldnt remember how our first meeting was,</div><div align="center">but we grew close because of our assignments.</div><div align="center">MR.Tee - web tech. Hahaha</div><div align="center">Countless nights at her home in Ampang.</div><div align="center">She is also my smoking patner/ my big sis/My good friend</div><div align="center">Zuzu miss you so much.</div><div align="center">Ps- im so happy for. You deserve it! love u lots</div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFpMfs7ycgrT6S2C-Eit1RqhaF5U4Ai-oXvk9RkAGoy7PNs2-phQFEmP-potvnRe5BlmzUiCKjftcUN7wJGi5dcA1y7GHyszzQj3J1sr7ZHj12IoyeTzfBGA43lN2kOskt0WkV85_jdVj/s1600-h/dominique.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781643936699154" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFpMfs7ycgrT6S2C-Eit1RqhaF5U4Ai-oXvk9RkAGoy7PNs2-phQFEmP-potvnRe5BlmzUiCKjftcUN7wJGi5dcA1y7GHyszzQj3J1sr7ZHj12IoyeTzfBGA43lN2kOskt0WkV85_jdVj/s320/dominique.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Dominique@Dom">Dominique@Dom</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Well, we known each other way back since she was in highschool.</div><div align="center">She is my Che Che best friend.</div><div align="center">Why i like about her is that she gives you the reality of life.</div><div align="center">No lies just forward truth.</div><div align="center">She is pracrising law.</div><div align="center">But her advise really sinks in my heart.</div><div align="center">Thanks dom for the advise.</div><div align="center">I owe you starbucks!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGgAOd5rtrW_SSDlq0VcFz_wjxVfrXz63jwBqlsZsJ8iRKHMciCXMMQIE3C1s4Jf9UvbG0KMNwep8H5UCrY2ywnpcEHGVxHN0BkhK0xwuBCHImP_VoLrkKfQknaU8fHkPCn7ARkH6wn6u/s1600-h/yana.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781635201337474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGgAOd5rtrW_SSDlq0VcFz_wjxVfrXz63jwBqlsZsJ8iRKHMciCXMMQIE3C1s4Jf9UvbG0KMNwep8H5UCrY2ywnpcEHGVxHN0BkhK0xwuBCHImP_VoLrkKfQknaU8fHkPCn7ARkH6wn6u/s320/yana.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Yana@Kakakku">Yana@Kakakku</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Well i meet her, while fetching her from E's place in sri lodging in Wangsa Maju</div><div align="center">with Aidy. She is bubbly and full of smile's and her favourite word is "oulls"</div><div align="center">She has been my ears when i have some problems and she is caring friend.</div><div align="center">I miss her so much.</div><div align="center">Plus She can sing and her spirit is pure and soft.</div><div align="center">-A rainbow always appears after a storm-</div><div align="center">Thats for you sis<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocHdoHyM4FTa96JmG8nOI-TVnltf_KzXvkK6fFiFhALY7b8BVbKlKp8w3B8xDhx2aX7vMbth-iYuhCXUyDjpsDqxqViXtCA3v0gEuFc6AlQH4Hv2-QftGA7eZBgdDfoe1024PJ7J3NIBs/s1600-h/eqa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781005919414498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocHdoHyM4FTa96JmG8nOI-TVnltf_KzXvkK6fFiFhALY7b8BVbKlKp8w3B8xDhx2aX7vMbth-iYuhCXUyDjpsDqxqViXtCA3v0gEuFc6AlQH4Hv2-QftGA7eZBgdDfoe1024PJ7J3NIBs/s320/eqa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="mailto:Eqa@P*p*k">Eqa@P*p*k</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Hahaha. This girl i have to say, is funny and so naive.</div><div align="center">But she is smart. I meet her through echa.</div><div align="center">& she also became my lil sis.</div><div align="center">Oh god. I remembered i took her on her first clubbing night. Hillarious</div><div align="center">A french guy came to her and ask "are you fuckable?"</div><div align="center">hahaha</div><div align="center">I miss u eqa.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QOUWL5Z9YUx2yco-2Y-faKQ5HlHqXC9mEXfLVdeLdwFt10tLMzHDGbW7GVG-JNoGp6NB06ng95JgNRfNCn-OqGCWumctJZo51mjx4coB3Gb0Upxbly6qw0j3AwMcS_v-al1RbFBp2TWv/s1600-h/hani.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781000325075570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QOUWL5Z9YUx2yco-2Y-faKQ5HlHqXC9mEXfLVdeLdwFt10tLMzHDGbW7GVG-JNoGp6NB06ng95JgNRfNCn-OqGCWumctJZo51mjx4coB3Gb0Upxbly6qw0j3AwMcS_v-al1RbFBp2TWv/s320/hani.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Hani@baby">Hani@baby</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This is my lil sister which i call adik kecik.</div><div align="center">She has this incredible strong heart yet sometimes sangat stubborn.</div><div align="center">She has opinion on things and they actually mean a lot.</div><div align="center">She help me in my relantion problems. Always telling me i can do better.</div><div align="center">hahaha.</div><div align="center">I miss u baby sister.</div><div align="center">Muah!<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zuK0pRzYIlEaBupOt2Z4U-yEkEVkYA6IYnY9YqV8R3BaTp-Rstnf8HkIX9Vs0NCD0nCutjiPVYiVYHfbuATk8xMs82eQtki7RYSn0G87otsqnfCesAABLMB04pS_WCzK6BUf3JBFh4My/s1600-h/nasa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274780999750439554" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zuK0pRzYIlEaBupOt2Z4U-yEkEVkYA6IYnY9YqV8R3BaTp-Rstnf8HkIX9Vs0NCD0nCutjiPVYiVYHfbuATk8xMs82eQtki7RYSn0G87otsqnfCesAABLMB04pS_WCzK6BUf3JBFh4My/s320/nasa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Nasa@en.Petani">Nasa@en.Petani</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This guy. Hahaha. He is so afraid of me when we first meet.hahaha</div><div align="center">Sebab sebab tertentu. hehehe. Neways, he is a fun guy to be with.</div><div align="center">sangat jiwang juga, and romantick. Hmm. hahaha</div><div align="center">Always be my pick, when i wanna kena someone.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOINIO9UnDG1Ur3vhAhJm_Ly6vSMkTWRw2iRiXOy4o3ODlFML9CN7pzDWTqzNUvzxod5rD6evsA3uif9tTU8I2OGRdOno3NkpKbwA90TEo5GlGBYXXhsq2VGM69V1EWBkj6puvN19lXiM/s1600-h/wawan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274780997676234210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOINIO9UnDG1Ur3vhAhJm_Ly6vSMkTWRw2iRiXOy4o3ODlFML9CN7pzDWTqzNUvzxod5rD6evsA3uif9tTU8I2OGRdOno3NkpKbwA90TEo5GlGBYXXhsq2VGM69V1EWBkj6puvN19lXiM/s320/wawan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="mailto:Wawan@sayangku">Wawan@sayangku</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">He is my lover in my house. Just in block C, level one , house number 8.</div><div align="center">hahaha.</div><div align="center">a kind hearted person and really down to earth.</div><div align="center">miss you wawan.</div><div align="center">abg kangen ngan lawak lawak kita donk.</div><div align="center"></div>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-23131837117808877692008-11-30T01:58:00.000+08:002008-11-30T01:59:30.941+08:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I am very dissapointed.</strong></span>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-91942663452016573602008-11-28T02:49:00.003+08:002008-11-28T03:03:10.441+08:00My answer<div align="center">well, Sly fox ask me what is love?</div><div align="center">I cant give a definit answer, but i iwll answer what i feel is love.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Love is a word made of four letters.</div><div align="center">L.O.V.E = love</div><div align="center">It comes in many forms,</div><div align="center">such as,</div><div align="center">Love thy nature,</div><div align="center">Love thy parents,</div><div align="center">Love thy humans,</div><div align="center">Love thy animals</div><div align="center">and</div><div align="center">Many more</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But,</div><div align="center">the questions is sly,</div><div align="center">how do we keep ths love.</div><div align="center">Theres break-ups.</div><div align="center">Well, when you fall in love.</div><div align="center">Hold it.</div><div align="center">Its hard to find someone who is willing to love you back.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Not anyone will care for you when you are sick,</div><div align="center">or</div><div align="center">make your day, by giving you romantic sms</div><div align="center">or simply</div><div align="center">making sure you are not alone when you need someone.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">When,</div><div align="center">someone does these things,</div><div align="center">who checks on you.</div><div align="center">who tells you about his days,</div><div align="center">who ask you how you are.</div><div align="center">They love you.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Or,</div><div align="center">perhaps</div><div align="center">they go a bit futher,</div><div align="center">gives cards</div><div align="center">or flowers.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But,</div><div align="center">if</div><div align="center">you neglect them.</div><div align="center">They pain they feel.</div><div align="center">They dont usually ask much</div><div align="center">as long they are recognise.</div><div align="center">Lunch, sms one or two.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">If they dont complain,</div><div align="center">doesnt mean they are ok.</div><div align="center">inside they are trying to be patient.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">But</div><div align="center">till when?</div><div align="center">each of us has limits?</div><div align="center">right?</div><div align="center">so how?</div><div align="center">when someone patients is being test.</div><div align="center">He may stand for while,</div><div align="center">but one day,</div><div align="center">he may fall.</div><div align="center">to weak.</div><div align="center">to lost in hope.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">He tries,</div><div align="center">to give signal.</div><div align="center">Perhaps,</div><div align="center">i miss you sms</div><div align="center">or </div><div align="center">i miss card</div><div align="center">But ignored</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">he keeps silence.</div><div align="center">trying to keep positive.</div><div align="center">Inside he cries.</div><div align="center">like a baby.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">till one day,</div><div align="center">he may say </div><div align="center">enough,</div><div align="center">is </div><div align="center">enough.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">If im not</div><div align="center">being appreciated,</div><div align="center">why bother.</div><div align="center">i better move on.</div><div align="center">Im a bog boy.</div><div align="center">i cant handle it.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">then</div><div align="center">dont you find</div><div align="center">your lost love</div><div align="center">you misplace it.</div><div align="center">and </div><div align="center">when its gone.</div><div align="center">it really is </div><div align="center">gone.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Though he may still love you, and care for you. But he cant take it anymore. By letting you go.He would like you to know, that i love you thats why, i want you to grow and appreciate.Thank you fpr what you give. The feel of love. i appriciate it.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">the one i still miss,love and care...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">End</div><br /><div align="center"></div>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-2450817978517687942008-11-27T14:10:00.004+08:002008-11-28T18:57:19.141+08:00he feels sometimes-<br /><br />He is an umbrella at times.<br /><br />He is fill in the blanks at times.<br /><br />He keeps quite, but it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">doesn't</span> means he has no feeling.<br /><br />he keeps it all inside. he does not want anyone to know.<br />he cries. a silence sadness that he keeps inside.<br /><br />He never complaints, he tries to be understand.<br />All he needs is a liltle bit of understanding. That's all.<br /><br />Perhaps lunch, sms. Nothing much.<br /><br />he hope that person is happy.<br />so he will be happy.<br /><br />But he would like to say.<br /><br />he tries giving signals. He tried his best. He is not perfect. But would like to say, that he is no longer strong. But he hopes that the person, knows he tries all his might. he still love that person.Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-48872452434654187282008-11-20T15:16:00.004+08:002008-11-20T20:05:50.261+08:00<p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><u>Lingers</u><br /></span></strong></p><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><br />The smell of your colonge still lingers in my head,</p><p align="center">though is been a while seen we met.</p><p align="center">The feel of your warm hug,</p><p align="center">while im dreaming, i take it till today in my dreams.</p><p align="center">The times we fooled around,</p><p align="center">i keep it in my journal for memories.</p><p align="center">The times i cry,i wipe away, </p><p align="center">if i dont, then i'll be missing you.</p><p align="center">The smell of your cigirattes,</p><p align="center">pall mall,</p><p align="center">though i hate it,</p><p align="center">it sticks on my shirt.</p><p align="center">but it reminds me of your bad habbits</p><p align="center">which i like</p><p align="center">.............................................</p>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-47880120001095666392008-11-19T17:51:00.005+08:002008-11-19T18:16:17.639+08:00For you......<div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">French</span></strong></div><p align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Je taime</span></em> </span></p><p align="left">(Juh Tem)</p><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">German</span></strong></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Leh liebe Dich</span> </em></p><p align="left">(ick leeber dick; 'ck' is pronounced like the 'ch' in 'loch')</p><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Italian</span></strong></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Ti amo</span></em></p><p align="left">(tee ah moo)</p><p align="left"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong>Portugese</strong></span></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Eu te amo</span></em></p><p align="left">(e-oo chee amoo)</p><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Spanish</span></strong></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Te amo</span></em></p><p align="left">(teh ah-moh)</p><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">Swedish</span></strong></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Jag alskar dig</span></em></p><p align="left">(yaag aelskar dey)</p><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Welsh</span></strong></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Cara ti</span></em></p><p align="left">(cari tee)</p><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Indonesia</span></strong></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Aku cinta Kamu</span></em></p><p align="left">(ah-ku cin-ta Kaa-moo)</p><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Minang</span></strong></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Den cinto wang</span></em></p><p align="left">(Dan cin-tow wang)</p><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Bahasa Malaysia</span></strong></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Aku cinta padamu</span></em></p><p align="left">(akh-ku cin-taa pad-da-moo)</p><p align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Mandarin</span></strong></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Woo ai nee</span></em></p><p align="left">(wore i ni)</p>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-62833030038355770452008-11-19T17:48:00.002+08:002008-11-19T17:50:52.322+08:00I dont know why, but i sure like what i feel now.<br /><br />Listening to crust, i mean "Crush" by David Archuletta.<br /><br />Crust is according to someone....Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-39648211424155119602008-11-19T17:15:00.003+08:002008-11-19T17:29:20.671+08:00Mariah Carey - updates<ul><li>Well, Mimi a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">5 time grammy winner</span></strong> will be performing at "The grammy's nominations concert live" . This is the first time that grammy will be anouncing the nominations of nominees in prime time television. The programme is schedule on dec 3rd at 9.00pm ET/PT</li></ul><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTc25vYSOeRw9zs_VDZAW0-W-HfrkDekJSfmYnb1tL-b1A3B5tcoPf-zZih7ewuzTXzwGaiK6y0vSJkm9j91e7FfFxLTpgRnqITVvP4rwQOczP1zOqjL3SxDzHolmXRhnNGhwoTo0uzZeK/s1600-h/mariah+rnb.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270296690946816818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTc25vYSOeRw9zs_VDZAW0-W-HfrkDekJSfmYnb1tL-b1A3B5tcoPf-zZih7ewuzTXzwGaiK6y0vSJkm9j91e7FfFxLTpgRnqITVvP4rwQOczP1zOqjL3SxDzHolmXRhnNGhwoTo0uzZeK/s400/mariah+rnb.jpg" /></a></p><ul><li>Congrats to Mimi as her album "the Ballads - A compilation of her past ballad songs", reach <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">number 1# in the UK charts.</span></strong></li><li>Another acomplishment for mimi in the europe. Mimi entered <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">the top 10 in the ireland</span></strong> for the first time. This is after Mimi's divine performance of "I stay in love" & "Hero" at the recent X-Factor, a reality show in the europe.</li></ul><p> </p><p align="center">As a die-Hard fan of Mariah Carey, Im really proud of her. Go MIMI!</p>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-7374508741815393122008-11-18T14:43:00.001+08:002008-11-18T14:45:34.418+08:00Facebook or Myspace?Im more likely to facebook these days rather than myspacing. So yeah.<br /><br />My facebook profile name is Zuan Arifin Ham, or you can search through my email<br /><br /><a href="mailto:Sassy_delicious88@yahoo.com">Sassy_delicious88@yahoo.com</a>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-70759296983620753022008-11-18T11:19:00.002+08:002008-11-18T11:26:54.351+08:00Bila rasaku ini rasamuYou know, when you hear a song and it really make u feel what the writer tried to convey. Just try to hear this song that i gotten to know of through a friend.<br /><br />The first part of the song, i have to say. It is so deep and romantic. The whole song can actually make you cry.<br /><br />Is a kerispatih song, an indonesian band. It is called "Bila rasaku ini rasamu"<br />Here is a youtube link:-<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfjFfeWiHKE">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfjFfeWiHKE</a><br /><br />Lyrics of the song:<br />aku memang terlanjur mencintaimu<br />dan tak pernah ku sesali itu<br />seluruh jiwa telah kuserahkan<br />menggenggam janji setiaku<br /><br />ku mohon jangan jadikan<br />semua ini alasan kau menyakitiku<br />meskipun cintamu tak hanya untukku<br />tapi cobalah sejenak mengerti<br />bila rasaku ini rasamu<br />sanggupkah engkau menahan sakitnya<br />terhianati cinta yang kau jaga<br />coba<br />layangkan kembali<br />betapa hancurnya hati ini<br />kasih<br />semua telah terjadi<br />"repeat reff "<br />aku memang terlanjur mencintamuMohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-5075779700735613702008-11-18T11:04:00.002+08:002008-11-18T11:07:12.246+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Why</span></strong> speak when there's no action.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Why</span></strong> say, but no follow through.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Why</strong></span> feel for the sake of feeling.<br /><br />Come on.Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-78184194921157406852008-11-17T01:31:00.005+08:002008-11-17T01:56:26.368+08:00If i were a boy - Beyonce<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oUjr6bbS1lKL3RjJCy3zgtTyXaAefCFCB6n_Q4soGwcJ_QvWUVtfTZWVT5d00glyzUF1M3qWdJLAls0lgmGeiPBVDWkOB01NhOETUC7xmPTBJLSoMWXXVQ5mEmhx07Ag3JXsSoyeGYKB/s1600-h/beyonce.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269313225796518562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oUjr6bbS1lKL3RjJCy3zgtTyXaAefCFCB6n_Q4soGwcJ_QvWUVtfTZWVT5d00glyzUF1M3qWdJLAls0lgmGeiPBVDWkOB01NhOETUC7xmPTBJLSoMWXXVQ5mEmhx07Ag3JXsSoyeGYKB/s400/beyonce.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Music review- Such a great song. Listen!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>If I were a boy<br />Even just for a day</div><div>I’d roll out of bed in the morning</div><div>And throw on what I wanted and go</div><div>Drink beer with the guys</div><div>And chase after girls</div><div>I’d kick it with who I wanted</div><div>And I’d never get confronted for it<br />Because they’d stick up for me<br />If I were a boy</div><div>I think I could understand</div><div>How it feels to love a girl I swear </div><div>I’d be a better manI’d listen to her</div><div>Cause I know how it hurts</div><div>When you lose the one you wanted</div><div>Cause he’s taken you for granted</div><div>And everything you had got destroyed</div><div>If I were a boy</div><div>I would turn off my phone</div><div>Tell everyone its broken</div><div>So they think that I was sleeping alone</div><div>I’d put myself first</div><div>And make the rules as I go</div><div>Cause I know that she’d be faithful</div><div>Waiting for me to come home (to come home)</div><div>If I were a boy</div><div>I think I could understand</div><div>How it feels to love a girl</div><div>I swear I’d be a better man</div><div>I’d listen to her</div><div>Cause I know how it hurts</div><div>When you lose the one you wanted (wanted)</div><div>Cause he’s taken you for granted (granted)</div><div>And everything you had got destroyed</div><div>It’s a little too late for you to come back</div><div>Say its just a mistake</div><div>Think I forgive you like that</div><div>If you thought I would wait for you</div><div>You thought wrong</div><div>But you're just a boy</div><div>You don’t understand (yea you don’t understand)</div><div>How it feels to love a girl</div><div>Someday you’ll wish you were a better man</div><div>You don’t listen to her</div><div>You don’t care how it hurts</div><div>Until you lose the one you wanted</div><div>Cause you've taken her for granted</div><div>And everything you had got destroyed</div><div>But you're just a boy…</div>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-46085359055110808682008-11-16T23:04:00.003+08:002008-11-16T23:18:22.062+08:00Web site creation- part one<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">O</span></strong>K, so we actually doing this thing today. After being given on week 5, we choose week 15 to do it. Now that's limkokwing student's way. I am writing this while miss curly wurly is discussing with En. petani about their interface, while Miss madu berdarah is installing dreamweaver for me in my laptop and me, Mr. Aloe vera writing his blog with miss curly wurly's laptop.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Place</strong></span> : <u>Ampang Jaya</u></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>In</strong></span> : <u>Miss Curly Wurly home</u></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><strong>Time</strong></span> :<u> 5.00pm- next day i guess</u></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Assignment</strong></span>: <u>Create a Web site</u></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span></strong>o, we have what we need. Chocolates, drinks, cigiratte for miss curly wurly, comfy pajamas and lots of pillows. While En.Petani is so 'Sangap' untuk berenang dalam Miss curly wurly's pool. While i want some champange or at least JD, which we going to have for our english breakfast tomorow or tuesday. I pun tak tahu.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span></strong>hile this mind is thinking about one thing that bothering me since friday, but i need to focus on my work. Part 2 coming soon.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Hamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360noreply@blogger.com0