<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:16:30.954+08:00</updated><category term='Weekly Journal'/><category term='me and stuff about me'/><title type='text'>my shtor-wee</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts and feel i wirte from my mind and heart</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-5345914590196544669</id><published>2009-03-24T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:14:56.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its for you - keep the faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;""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 &amp;amp; with god's willing you will get through it...""&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hopeless Romantic Guy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking but you&lt;br /&gt;Make me keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Make my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not going to be another person&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna love u more&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an up-hill battle,&lt;br /&gt;When you want something ’good for u&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how I fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's for you.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles we are facing,&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they knock me down but&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;br /&gt;And you,&lt;br /&gt;you make me strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not going to be another person&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna love u more&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an up-hill battle,&lt;br /&gt;When you want something’ good for u&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how I fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;you....&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6l-R2oGWDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6l-R2oGWDw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-5345914590196544669?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5345914590196544669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=5345914590196544669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/5345914590196544669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/5345914590196544669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-for-you-keep-faith.html' title='Its for you - keep the faith'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-4216953227369908447</id><published>2009-03-19T05:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:07:37.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>its official. i am head over heels for this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant deny my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my head says, consider the situation and condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my heart say to hell, with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for any consequences. Cause i know, if i do not try. i might just regret for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i do what i can. The rest god will decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the flow begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever 12553 means. I think 143 towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too soon? well, that is sincerely from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh i am blushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a goof ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyte nyte. Its 5am and i cant sleep. thinking of KT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-4216953227369908447?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4216953227369908447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=4216953227369908447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4216953227369908447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4216953227369908447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-842855285549455131</id><published>2009-03-18T13:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:50:18.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by aidy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mraidy.blogspot.com/" style="display: block;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="content-wrapper"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="crosscol-wrapper"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="main-wrapper"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="main section" id="main"&gt;&lt;div class="widget Blog" id="Blog1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blog-posts hfeed"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;!-- google_ad_section_start --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;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.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Age Of The Coming Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCUmib1k2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ptYIE0JxXis/s1600-h/21+years.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCUmib1k2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ptYIE0JxXis/s320/21+years.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314410950096687970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Place i would visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCUnVjsZsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uNhrNrPw98A/s1600-h/nicaragua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCUnVjsZsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uNhrNrPw98A/s320/nicaragua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314410963819849410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Favourite place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCVT4bpYGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/U_l5Smwsayg/s1600-h/ipohstraatje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCVT4bpYGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/U_l5Smwsayg/s320/ipohstraatje.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314411729095581794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ipoh- my hometown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Favourite Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCUng5c7aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KIcrgZZYMDE/s1600-h/wholefeast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCUng5c7aI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KIcrgZZYMDE/s320/wholefeast.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314410966863900066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Favourite Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCUoJCneTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Pd2W2fTgAq4/s1600-h/sony-c902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCUoJCneTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Pd2W2fTgAq4/s320/sony-c902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314410977639758130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nickname I &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCVT5Vc_8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/CWary74ZNV4/s1600-h/012_5012playboy-bunny-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCVT5Vc_8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/CWary74ZNV4/s320/012_5012playboy-bunny-posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314411729338040258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name of My Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Has an the the a,e,i,o,u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My Hobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCUnqrdhGI/AAAAAAAAAII/IwmrRrgsQbw/s1600-h/shopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCUnqrdhGI/AAAAAAAAAII/IwmrRrgsQbw/s320/shopaholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314410969489572962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Bad Habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCVTcSToBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VwjP79ul6m8/s1600-h/flirty07ab4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCVTcSToBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VwjP79ul6m8/s320/flirty07ab4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314411721540214802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Wishlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCVTrf_nWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bZBH9sfi4go/s1600-h/07diary03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCVTrf_nWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bZBH9sfi4go/s320/07diary03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314411725624155490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; A succesful model though im only 5'9'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;if (window['tickAboveFold']) {window['tickAboveFold'](document.getElementById("latency-8334774718131385216")); }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-842855285549455131?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/842855285549455131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=842855285549455131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/842855285549455131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/842855285549455131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-aidy.html' title='Tagged by aidy'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/ScCUmib1k2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ptYIE0JxXis/s72-c/21+years.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-2264805612946461058</id><published>2009-03-18T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:42:35.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back</title><content type='html'>well, 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-2264805612946461058?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2264805612946461058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=2264805612946461058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/2264805612946461058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/2264805612946461058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='Im back'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-3182981515279044752</id><published>2009-03-17T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:24:48.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vague hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "vague hope&lt;/span&gt;". but a hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yeah, i sound like this hopeless romantic guy, but i am. What to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;KT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-3182981515279044752?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3182981515279044752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=3182981515279044752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3182981515279044752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3182981515279044752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/vague-hope.html' title='Vague hope'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-3783142376718748904</id><published>2009-02-11T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:33:47.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is like taking out a pin from my vein.</title><content type='html'>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...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-3783142376718748904?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3783142376718748904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=3783142376718748904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3783142376718748904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3783142376718748904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-like-taking-out-pin-from-my-vein.html' title='Is like taking out a pin from my vein.'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-9153969847094381416</id><published>2009-01-17T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:47:15.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Ngok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="7159708104185416627"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Part time juice bartender at JJ ipoh&lt;br /&gt;2. Part time at Beacon Point&lt;br /&gt;3. Freelance home decorator&lt;br /&gt;4. I dont have that much job. Im still young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies/TV series I would watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Charmed&lt;br /&gt;2. Sex and the city&lt;br /&gt;3. Coyote Ugly&lt;br /&gt;4.Devil's wear prada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I’ve been for the past one week:&lt;br /&gt;1. 21 bar and kitchen at changkat - Khalisa's birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. Seed,Esprit,Guess Ipoh. Shopping lar&lt;br /&gt;3. KL sentral. I went klcc&lt;br /&gt;4. Pangkor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite food:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pasta - any kind&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicken hor fun&lt;br /&gt;3. Nga choi kai - Ipoh steam white chicken&lt;br /&gt;4. Seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. At Mid valley. Nak beli seluar&lt;br /&gt;2. Inside of a bank. Nak duit&lt;br /&gt;3. Pulau Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;4. At my apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-9153969847094381416?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9153969847094381416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=9153969847094381416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/9153969847094381416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/9153969847094381416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-by-ngok.html' title='Tagged by Ngok'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-7438756767970270738</id><published>2008-12-13T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:19:31.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love story- Taylor swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGNB2rs4_ck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGNB2rs4_ck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-7438756767970270738?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7438756767970270738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=7438756767970270738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7438756767970270738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7438756767970270738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-story-taylor-swift.html' title='love story- Taylor swift'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-2269619999461427344</id><published>2008-12-12T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:03:18.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>I am so stress these few days and cant wait for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stress is due to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that i have to do all the planning,interviews and such for my house renovation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that i have to create a damm good emcee script before 23rd of december&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that my loan for my renovation is giving me a headache&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that christmas open house is coming soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that i have to do all of this!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But thank god for this trip which i will be going by train and staying beside the beach! yes, oh yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what i cant wait is my&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s p&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that will be coming to ipoh! yeay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-2269619999461427344?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2269619999461427344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=2269619999461427344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/2269619999461427344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/2269619999461427344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-2080284174019929271</id><published>2008-12-04T23:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:20:11.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag by Hani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hani Baby- I cuma letak 2 sebab connection kat sini mcm (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*%5E%5E$&amp;amp;$@$"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*^^$&amp;amp;$@$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Sertakan tiga keping gambar anda yang anda rasa paling seksi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Tak semestinya tak berpakaian atau mendedahkan, mungkin anda rasa senyuman anda pada masa itu adalah seksi, sertakan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Nyatakan kenapa gambar itu seksi di mata anda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Tag 5 orang yang seksi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Selamat berseksi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STgAuTHS40I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/asYId6awvQg/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STgAuTHS40I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/asYId6awvQg/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275967758869390146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STgAuTHS40I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/asYId6awvQg/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Why i think this pic is sexy? well because i am sexy and im in it! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sexy when i smoke, plus my smile here is great..&lt;br /&gt;I feel sexy in this pic, because khalisa make me feel hot. and plus this night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STgHhx6duhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SXkaiv1F_kg/s1600-h/DSC01076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275975240380168722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STgHhx6duhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SXkaiv1F_kg/s320/DSC01076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saya rasa sexsi dlm pic ini karena, ash bilang gue nya nampak sexsi disini. Jadi langsung gue juga rasa sexsi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Siapa saya nak tag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Masz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ritzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-2080284174019929271?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2080284174019929271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=2080284174019929271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/2080284174019929271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/2080284174019929271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-by-hani.html' title='Tag by Hani'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STgAuTHS40I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/asYId6awvQg/s72-c/DSC_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-8761658476861455603</id><published>2008-12-02T12:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:11:50.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you.....</title><content type='html'>Tears drops,&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;that look upon&lt;br /&gt;a picture of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories flash back.&lt;br /&gt;My heart feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;the pain of missing someone&lt;br /&gt;so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know&lt;br /&gt;what happend.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;it my fault.&lt;br /&gt;If it is.&lt;br /&gt;I take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I felt hurt,&lt;br /&gt;When you went off&lt;br /&gt;without saying a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your still a small boy,&lt;br /&gt;sayang..&lt;br /&gt;Your a good friend,&lt;br /&gt;just a bad lover.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess,&lt;br /&gt;my patience&lt;br /&gt;has drain out.&lt;br /&gt;but my feeling towards you&lt;br /&gt;will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those dates,&lt;br /&gt;you come late.&lt;br /&gt;Those night,&lt;br /&gt;you sleep&lt;br /&gt;like a log.&lt;br /&gt;The ngok &amp;amp; stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, how am i&lt;br /&gt;sepose to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;As you gave me&lt;br /&gt;something that i belong to feel&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;after 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me brave to walk&lt;br /&gt;in the love game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-8761658476861455603?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8761658476861455603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=8761658476861455603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8761658476861455603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8761658476861455603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-you.html' title='For you.....'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-7851185578248963440</id><published>2008-12-02T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:44:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im currently listening to :-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toni braxton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"How could an angel break my heart"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard he sang a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;I heard he sang it from his heart&lt;br /&gt;When I found out thought&lt;br /&gt;I would die Because that lullaby was mine&lt;br /&gt;I heard he sealed it with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;He gently kissed her cherry lips&lt;br /&gt;I found that so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Because his kiss belonged to me&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch my falling star&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't wish so hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;I wished our love apart&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;I heard here face was white as rain&lt;br /&gt;Soft as a rose that blooms in May&lt;br /&gt;He keeps her picture in a frame&lt;br /&gt;And when he sleeps he calls her name&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she makes him smile&lt;br /&gt;The way he used to smile at me&lt;br /&gt;I hope she doesn't make him laugh&lt;br /&gt;Because his laugh belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch my falling star&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't wish so hard Maybe&lt;br /&gt;I wish our love apart&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh my soul is dying,&lt;br /&gt;it's crying&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;Please help me&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch my falling star&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't wish so hard Maybe&lt;br /&gt;I wished our love apart&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-7851185578248963440?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7851185578248963440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=7851185578248963440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7851185578248963440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7851185578248963440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-currently-listening-to.html' title='im currently listening to :-'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-4099735211037548146</id><published>2008-12-01T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:59:04.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, is coming end of the year soon, so i guess i write about some of the beautiful souls i meet this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In no particular order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJXs-Yy1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k8BJ7mVSpN8/s1600-h/echa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274780997627988818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJXs-Yy1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k8BJ7mVSpN8/s320/echa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Vanesa@echa"&gt;Vanesa@echa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I meet her during my first week of orientation in Limkokwing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was standing at the bus stand and i was alone. So as her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to her and ask her about the bus and we became friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remebered our first lunch - Nasi goreng Kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now she is my sister. My liltle sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me if i have any wrong doing towards you sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abang Kangen sama kamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJ9JX6f4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/omEp65O1a_8/s1600-h/khalisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781640906407810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJ9JX6f4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/omEp65O1a_8/s320/khalisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Khalisa@Taikache"&gt;Khalisa@Taikache&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i couldnt remember how our first meeting was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we grew close because of our assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MR.Tee - web tech. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Countless nights at her home in Ampang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is also my smoking patner/ my big sis/My good friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zuzu miss you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ps- im so happy for. You deserve it! love u lots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJ9UqZExI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Kb-NznFGQqo/s1600-h/dominique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781643936699154" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJ9UqZExI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Kb-NznFGQqo/s320/dominique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Dominique@Dom"&gt;Dominique@Dom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we known each other way back since she was in highschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is my Che Che best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why i like about her is that she gives you the reality of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No lies just forward truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is pracrising law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But her advise really sinks in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks dom for the advise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I owe you starbucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJ80HuCII/AAAAAAAAAG4/pLA3vjhJmns/s1600-h/yana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781635201337474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJ80HuCII/AAAAAAAAAG4/pLA3vjhJmns/s320/yana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Yana@Kakakku"&gt;Yana@Kakakku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well i meet her, while fetching her from E's place in sri lodging in Wangsa Maju&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with Aidy. She is bubbly and full of smile's and her favourite word is "oulls"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has been my ears when i have some problems and she is caring friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss her so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus She can sing and her spirit is pure and soft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-A rainbow always appears after a storm-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats for you sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJYL3N6OI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gasWHCN_XXY/s1600-h/eqa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781005919414498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJYL3N6OI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gasWHCN_XXY/s320/eqa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Eqa@P*p*k"&gt;Eqa@P*p*k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha. This girl i have to say, is funny and so naive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she is smart. I meet her through echa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; she also became my lil sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh god. I remembered i took her on her first clubbing night. Hillarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A french guy came to her and ask "are you fuckable?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss u eqa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJX3BbEnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mcbx2LnouaQ/s1600-h/hani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781000325075570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJX3BbEnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mcbx2LnouaQ/s320/hani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Hani@baby"&gt;Hani@baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my lil sister which i call adik kecik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has this incredible strong heart yet sometimes sangat stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has opinion on things and they actually mean a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She help me in my relantion problems. Always telling me i can do better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss u baby sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJX04a0oI/AAAAAAAAAGg/C442xOoRECY/s1600-h/nasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274780999750439554" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJX04a0oI/AAAAAAAAAGg/C442xOoRECY/s320/nasa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Nasa@en.Petani"&gt;Nasa@en.Petani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This guy. Hahaha. He is so afraid of me when we first meet.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sebab sebab tertentu. hehehe. Neways, he is a fun guy to be with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sangat jiwang juga, and romantick. Hmm. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always be my pick, when i wanna kena someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJXtJ49eI/AAAAAAAAAGY/N35CuZjG0X8/s1600-h/wawan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274780997676234210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJXtJ49eI/AAAAAAAAAGY/N35CuZjG0X8/s320/wawan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Wawan@sayangku"&gt;Wawan@sayangku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is my lover in my house. Just in block C, level one , house number 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a kind hearted person and really down to earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss you wawan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abg kangen ngan lawak lawak kita donk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-4099735211037548146?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4099735211037548146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=4099735211037548146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4099735211037548146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4099735211037548146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/STPJXs-Yy1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k8BJ7mVSpN8/s72-c/echa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-2313183711780887769</id><published>2008-11-30T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:59:30.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am very dissapointed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-2313183711780887769?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2313183711780887769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=2313183711780887769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/2313183711780887769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/2313183711780887769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-very-dissapointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-9194266345201657360</id><published>2008-11-28T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:03:10.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, Sly fox ask me what is love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant give a definit answer, but i iwll answer what i feel is love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a word made of four letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L.O.V.E = love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It comes in many forms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such as,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love thy nature,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love thy parents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love thy humans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love thy animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the questions is sly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how do we keep ths love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Theres break-ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, when you fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its hard to find someone who is willing to love you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not anyone will care for you when you are sick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make your day, by giving you romantic sms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or simply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making sure you are not alone when you need someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone does these things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who checks on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who tells you about his days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who ask you how you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they go a bit futher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gives cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you neglect them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They pain they feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They dont usually ask much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as long they are recognise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lunch, sms one or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If they dont complain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doesnt mean they are ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inside they are trying to be patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till when?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each of us has limits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when someone patients is being test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He may stand for while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but one day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he may fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to lost in hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He tries,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to give signal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss you sms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But ignored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he keeps silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to keep positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside he cries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till one day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he may say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If im not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being appreciated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i better move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im a bog boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont you find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your lost love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you misplace it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when its gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it really is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the one i still miss,love and care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-9194266345201657360?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9194266345201657360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=9194266345201657360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/9194266345201657360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/9194266345201657360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-answer.html' title='My answer'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-245081797851768794</id><published>2008-11-27T14:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:57:19.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he feels sometimes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an umbrella at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is fill in the blanks at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps quite, but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; means he has no feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he keeps it all inside. he does not want anyone to know.&lt;br /&gt;he cries. a silence sadness that he keeps inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never complaints, he tries to be understand.&lt;br /&gt;All he needs is a liltle bit of understanding. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps lunch, sms. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hope that person is happy.&lt;br /&gt;so he will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he would like to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-245081797851768794?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/245081797851768794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=245081797851768794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/245081797851768794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/245081797851768794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-feels-sometimes-he-is-umbrella-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-4887245243465418728</id><published>2008-11-20T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:05:50.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lingers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your colonge still lingers in my head,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;though is been a while seen we met.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The feel of your warm hug,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;while im dreaming, i take it till today in my dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The times we fooled around,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i keep it in my journal for memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The times i cry,i wipe away, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;if i dont, then i'll be missing you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The smell of your cigirattes,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pall mall,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;though i hate it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it sticks on my shirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but it reminds me of your bad habbits&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;which i like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.............................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-4887245243465418728?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4887245243465418728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=4887245243465418728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4887245243465418728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4887245243465418728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/smell-of-your-cologne-still-lingers-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-4788012000109566639</id><published>2008-11-19T17:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:16:17.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Je taime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(Juh Tem)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Leh liebe Dich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(ick leeber dick; 'ck' is pronounced like the 'ch' in 'loch')&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ti amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(tee ah moo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portugese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(e-oo chee amoo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(teh ah-moh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Swedish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jag alskar dig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(yaag aelskar dey)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Welsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cara ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(cari tee)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aku cinta Kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(ah-ku cin-ta Kaa-moo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Minang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Den cinto wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(Dan cin-tow wang)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bahasa Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aku cinta padamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(akh-ku cin-taa pad-da-moo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Woo ai nee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(wore i ni)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-4788012000109566639?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4788012000109566639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=4788012000109566639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4788012000109566639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4788012000109566639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/french-je-taime-juh-tem-german-leh.html' title='For you......'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-6283303003835577045</id><published>2008-11-19T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:50:52.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know why, but i sure like what i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to crust, i mean "Crush" by David Archuletta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crust is according to someone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-6283303003835577045?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6283303003835577045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=6283303003835577045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/6283303003835577045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/6283303003835577045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-know-why-but-i-sure-like-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-3964821142415511960</id><published>2008-11-19T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:29:20.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah Carey - updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well, Mimi a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 time grammy winner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SSPa6szNOzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O8Ht63WYXhc/s1600-h/mariah+rnb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270296690946816818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SSPa6szNOzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O8Ht63WYXhc/s400/mariah+rnb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congrats to Mimi as her album "the Ballads - A compilation of her past ballad songs", reach &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;number 1# in the UK charts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another acomplishment for mimi in the europe. Mimi entered &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the top 10 in the ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time. This is after Mimi's divine performance of "I stay in love" &amp;amp; "Hero" at the recent X-Factor, a reality show in the europe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As a die-Hard fan of Mariah Carey, Im really proud of her. Go MIMI!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-3964821142415511960?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3964821142415511960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=3964821142415511960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3964821142415511960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3964821142415511960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/mariah-carey-updates.html' title='Mariah Carey - updates'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SSPa6szNOzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/O8Ht63WYXhc/s72-c/mariah+rnb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-737450874181539312</id><published>2008-11-18T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:45:34.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook or Myspace?</title><content type='html'>Im more likely to facebook these days rather than myspacing. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My facebook profile name is Zuan Arifin Ham, or you can search through my email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Sassy_delicious88@yahoo.com"&gt;Sassy_delicious88@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-737450874181539312?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/737450874181539312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=737450874181539312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/737450874181539312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/737450874181539312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook-or-myspace.html' title='Facebook or Myspace?'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-7075929698362075302</id><published>2008-11-18T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:26:54.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila rasaku ini rasamu</title><content type='html'>You 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the song, i have to say. It is so deep and romantic. The whole song can actually make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a kerispatih song, an indonesian band. It is called "Bila rasaku ini rasamu"&lt;br /&gt;Here is a youtube link:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfjFfeWiHKE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfjFfeWiHKE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics of the song:&lt;br /&gt;aku memang terlanjur mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;dan tak pernah ku sesali itu&lt;br /&gt;seluruh jiwa telah kuserahkan&lt;br /&gt;menggenggam janji setiaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku mohon jangan jadikan&lt;br /&gt;semua ini alasan kau menyakitiku&lt;br /&gt;meskipun cintamu tak hanya untukku&lt;br /&gt;tapi cobalah sejenak mengerti&lt;br /&gt;bila rasaku ini rasamu&lt;br /&gt;sanggupkah engkau menahan sakitnya&lt;br /&gt;terhianati cinta yang kau jaga&lt;br /&gt;coba&lt;br /&gt;layangkan kembali&lt;br /&gt;betapa hancurnya hati ini&lt;br /&gt;kasih&lt;br /&gt;semua telah terjadi&lt;br /&gt;"repeat reff "&lt;br /&gt;aku memang terlanjur mencintamu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-7075929698362075302?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7075929698362075302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=7075929698362075302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7075929698362075302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7075929698362075302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/bila-rasaku-ini-rasamu.html' title='Bila rasaku ini rasamu'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-507577970073561370</id><published>2008-11-18T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:07:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; speak when there's no action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; say, but no follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feel for the sake of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-507577970073561370?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/507577970073561370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=507577970073561370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/507577970073561370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/507577970073561370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-speak-when-theres-no-action.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-7818419492115740685</id><published>2008-11-17T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:56:26.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i were a boy - Beyonce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SSBcdfnegqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W0-09WCtrzs/s1600-h/beyonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269313225796518562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SSBcdfnegqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W0-09WCtrzs/s400/beyonce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music review- Such a great song. Listen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;Even just for a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’d roll out of bed in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And throw on what I wanted and go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drink beer with the guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And chase after girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’d kick it with who I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I’d never get confronted for it&lt;br /&gt;Because they’d stick up for me&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I could understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How it feels to love a girl I swear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’d be a better manI’d listen to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause he’s taken you for granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would turn off my phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell everyone its broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they think that I was sleeping alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’d put myself first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I know that she’d be faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for me to come home (to come home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I could understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I’d be a better man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’d listen to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you lose the one you wanted (wanted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause he’s taken you for granted (granted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s a little too late for you to come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say its just a mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I forgive you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You thought wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don’t understand (yea you don’t understand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday you’ll wish you were a better man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don’t listen to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don’t care how it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you've taken her for granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you're just a boy…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-7818419492115740685?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7818419492115740685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=7818419492115740685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7818419492115740685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7818419492115740685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-were-boy-beyonce.html' title='If i were a boy - Beyonce'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SSBcdfnegqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W0-09WCtrzs/s72-c/beyonce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-4608535905511080868</id><published>2008-11-16T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:18:22.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web site creation- part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;u&gt;Ampang Jaya&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;u&gt;Miss Curly Wurly home&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;u&gt; 5.00pm- next day i guess&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assignment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;u&gt;Create a Web site&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-4608535905511080868?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4608535905511080868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=4608535905511080868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4608535905511080868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4608535905511080868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/web-site-creation-part-one.html' title='Web site creation- part one'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-3828814340947640682</id><published>2008-11-16T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:43:21.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;To anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika kamu memancing ikan..&lt;br /&gt;setelah ikan itu terlekat di mata kail..&lt;br /&gt;hendaklah kamu mengambil ikan itu..&lt;br /&gt;jangan sesekali kamu lepaskan ia semula..&lt;br /&gt;ke dalam air begitu saja..&lt;br /&gt;kerana ia akan sakit oleh kerana bisanya&lt;br /&gt;ketajaman mata kailmu&lt;br /&gt;dan mungkin ia akan menderita selagi ia masih hidup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitulah juga setelah kamu memberi banyak pengharapan kepada seseorg..&lt;br /&gt;setelah ia mula menyayangimu hendaklah kamu menjaga hatinya..&lt;br /&gt;jangan sesekali kamu meninggalkan begitu saja..&lt;br /&gt;kerana ia akan terluka oleh kenangan bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;dan mungkin tidak dapat melupakan segalanya selagi ia mengingatimu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika kamu menadah air biarlah berpada..&lt;br /&gt;jangan terlalu mengharap pada takungannya..&lt;br /&gt;dan janganlah menganggap ia begitu teguh..&lt;br /&gt;cukuplah sekadar keperluanmu..&lt;br /&gt;apabila sekali ia retak..&lt;br /&gt;tentu sukar untuk kamu menampalnya semula..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya ia dibuang..&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan jika kamu cuba membaikinya mungkin ia masih dapat dipergunakan lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitu juga jika kamu memiliki seseorang..&lt;br /&gt;terimalah seadanya.. janganlah kamu terlalu mengaguminya..&lt;br /&gt;dan janganlah kamu menganggapnya begitu istimewa..&lt;br /&gt;anggaplah dia manusia biasa..&lt;br /&gt;apabila sesekali dia melakukan kesilapan,&lt;br /&gt;bukan mudah bagi kamu untuk menerimanya..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya kamu kecewa dan meninggalkannya..&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan jika kamu memaafkannya..&lt;br /&gt;boleh jadi hubungan kamu akan terus hingga ke akhirnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika kamu telah memiliki sepinggan nasi..&lt;br /&gt;yang kamu pasti baik untuk diri kamu..&lt;br /&gt;mengenyangkan..berkhasiat..&lt;br /&gt;mengapa kamu berlengah cuba mencari makanan yang lain..&lt;br /&gt;terlalu ingin mengejar kelazatan..&lt;br /&gt;kelak nasi itu akan basi dan kamu tidak boleh memakannya..&lt;br /&gt;kamu akan menyesal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitu juga jika kamu telah bertemu dengan seorang insan..&lt;br /&gt;yang pasti membawa kebaikan kepada dirimu..&lt;br /&gt;menyayangimu..mengasihimu..&lt;br /&gt;mengapa kamu berlengah,cuba membandingkannya dengan yang lain..&lt;br /&gt;terlalu mengejar kesempurnaan..&lt;br /&gt;kelak kamu akan kehilangannya apabila ia menjadi milik org lain..&lt;br /&gt;kamu juga akan menyesal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-3828814340947640682?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3828814340947640682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=3828814340947640682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3828814340947640682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3828814340947640682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-8213369225555038205</id><published>2008-11-16T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:26:59.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flaw&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weak &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A wheeper ( its an expresion for people who cries)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning addict&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magarita (stawberry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex and the City &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like to keep it inside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good stuff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handsome sometimes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cute sometime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good at the kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good listener&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can handle any news &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have good taste in style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Habbits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too romantic - Guilty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing in the rain - Try at least once and you get what i meant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like to go out by myself and enjoy ice-cream and movies alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chatter - yap,yap,yap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send cards to the one i love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-8213369225555038205?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8213369225555038205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=8213369225555038205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8213369225555038205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8213369225555038205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-8563321204542508566</id><published>2008-11-16T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:14:42.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gentlemen, I have just Finish my semester. Yup, Next year I'll be a senior. Though that might sound so good, i better finish my website assignment and critical appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets talk about how i celebrate my end semester fiesta! at home. With drinks and a whole lots of Sex and the City. Well, at least i learn a lot about relantionship plus it make me crave for a cosmo. Thanks miss.curly wurly for borrowing me season 4 &amp;amp; 5 complete episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the same time, there's a sad story to my ease that semester ended. My friend are going back to their homeland. Pakistan for Ali, Mariam &amp;amp; kamila back to Khazaskthan, Wawan back to indonesia, Ayu as well &amp;amp; me. I will be going back to ipoh. Though my heart says, stay here, stay here. But i can not deny my responsibility that i have back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is all alone, house is being renovated, Justin getting married and i am helping, christmas is coming and i have to settle some stuff in ipoh as well. So yeah, hectic schedule. But i guess, it would be good for me. I miss my friends - Bead, Camie, Ayie, Phaty. Plus, i am thinking to re-open the old production house for the kid's in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in january. So it wont be that long...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-8563321204542508566?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8563321204542508566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=8563321204542508566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8563321204542508566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8563321204542508566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-697829107556008700</id><published>2008-11-13T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:06:03.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-shirt by Shontelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 85px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268109894891155810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRwWCaq1MWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OWozdjnL05w/s400/shontelle.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music Review: Basicly is about a girl whom misses her lover who now has no relantionship with her due to break-up. A catchy song. Too those who misses your Boyfriend or Girl-friend, you will feeling this song. Like me! As long you miss your lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvahRinmNlE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvahRinmNlE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me tell you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohhhh baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to decide, trying to decide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i, really wanna go out tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never used to go out without ya, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not sure i remember how to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gonna be late gonna be late but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all my girls gon have to wait cause, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know if i like my outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried everything in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nothing feels right when im not with you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking them off cause i feel a fool, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to dress up when im missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ma step out of this lingerie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;curl up in a ball with something Hanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in bed i lay, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing but your T-shirt on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, with nothing but your T-shirt on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gotta be strong gotta be strong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm, really hurting now that you're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought maybe i'd do some shopping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i couldn't get past the door and, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now i don't know now i don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i'm, ever really gonna let you go and i, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;couldn't even leave my apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im stripped down torn up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing feels right when im not with you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking them off cause i feel a fool, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to dress up when im missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ma step out of this lingerie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;curl up in a ball with something Hanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in bed i lay, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing but your T-shirt on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i'm all by myself with)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing but your T-shirt onohhh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing but your T-shirt on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(cause i miss you, cause i miss you) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing but your T-shirt on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(said i miss you baby)&lt;br /&gt;trying to decide, trying to decide if i,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really wanna go out tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldn't even leave my apartment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm stripped down torn up about it.&lt;br /&gt;nothing feels right when im not with you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking them off cause i feel a fool, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to dress up when im missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ima step out of this lingerie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;curl up in a ball with something Hanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in bed i lay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey hey, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing feels right when im not with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking them off cause i feel a fool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to dress up when im mising you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(cause i miss you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ima step out of this lingerie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;curl up in a ball with something Hanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in bed i lay,(i would be in bed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing but your T-shirt on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said i got nothing but your T-shirt on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey,(cause i want to be close to you), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing but your T-shirt on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i remember when, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you would like to see me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing but your T-shirt on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey,(nothing but your T-shirt on) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me tell you know (nothing but your T-shirt on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with nothing but your T-shirt on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-697829107556008700?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/697829107556008700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=697829107556008700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/697829107556008700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/697829107556008700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/t-shirt-by-shontelle.html' title='T-shirt by Shontelle'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRwWCaq1MWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OWozdjnL05w/s72-c/shontelle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-3510958563465856214</id><published>2008-11-11T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:43:01.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As i promise Che che. Ham's in Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRl799bkMmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7TGuWkj131o/s1600-h/hams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267377543578923618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRl799bkMmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7TGuWkj131o/s200/hams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The picture that brought all the ham's together in Facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- In this pic there's vanessa, Marc, me, mag, clara, joanne, adrian, Val , Azlan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRl7-bSthsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/W1xnCv26xZ8/s1600-h/l_71acb295c81395a6ffca654912ed51d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267377551594849986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRl7-bSthsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/W1xnCv26xZ8/s200/l_71acb295c81395a6ffca654912ed51d7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Mag &amp;amp; Nadia-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRl7-K_azPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nagRAF4JYX8/s1600-h/l_38e1cbdea9f4f8d5a6f1e2a86b9218ef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267377547218963698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRl7-K_azPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nagRAF4JYX8/s200/l_38e1cbdea9f4f8d5a6f1e2a86b9218ef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cina-beng's moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Far right is Jonathan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRl794KaJvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QH67sPMTYw8/s1600-h/n501148077_353870_2419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267377542164784882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRl794KaJvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QH67sPMTYw8/s200/n501148077_353870_2419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our langkawi trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Alfred i miss you-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have fun in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRl79lsI1NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2fHtKaJCtSk/s1600-h/l_5b4474abae9a56eba2da79b84c5e4f3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267377537205982418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRl79lsI1NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2fHtKaJCtSk/s200/l_5b4474abae9a56eba2da79b84c5e4f3a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-3510958563465856214?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3510958563465856214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=3510958563465856214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3510958563465856214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3510958563465856214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-i-promise-che-che-hams-in-blog.html' title='As i promise Che che. Ham&apos;s in Blog'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRl799bkMmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7TGuWkj131o/s72-c/hams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-7453663609103054631</id><published>2008-11-11T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:26:55.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; c&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sometimes i want to hit you on the head&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;u&gt;Should i play tricks?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-7453663609103054631?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7453663609103054631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=7453663609103054631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7453663609103054631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7453663609103054631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/hehe.html' title='hehe..'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-4059111123900071875</id><published>2008-11-11T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:34:24.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;take a breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pull me close ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;take one step, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep your eyes locked on mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And let the music be your guide.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hear the music in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it goes with the lyrics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; in my mind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; let the music,&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let it be accompanied by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rhythm, beat &amp;amp; words.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take my hand, I'll take the lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And every tune will be safe with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't be afraid, afraid to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know I'll catch you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-4059111123900071875?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4059111123900071875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=4059111123900071875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4059111123900071875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4059111123900071875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-my-hand-take-breath-pull-me-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-8140403123930020433</id><published>2008-11-08T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:42:29.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekly Journal'/><title type='text'>Week 14 - laundry, keys and Notes</title><content type='html'>Well, if according to my semester schedule, this is week 14, one more week to go and i will finish my first semester and going back to Ipoh. But that will be another story i will talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week is  what i will call &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"UP and down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; week. Firstly, i thank god, for i have done all laundry. One month of laundry. If i were to put it in a formula it would be something like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8.9kg X 4&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Two big baskets&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a box of detergent&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 days of washing&lt;/span&gt;= &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;using the whole balcony&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a lot of ironing&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More cloths to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, making me stress a bit is the fact that i wouldface my finals next week, which i am prepared except Web Tech. MR. Tee i tak tahu buat website. I only know how to design saja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Exam would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss farah &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;( writing 1011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Tuesday 2pm - 4pm - Prepared&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MR. Faizal &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Mass media &amp;amp; Society)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Thursday 12pm-2pm - 50% prepared&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MR. Razlan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Histo ry of Journalism)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Wednesday - Sumpah i tak ready&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MR.Tee &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(Web tech)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Friday - The last time i took this i got 50/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, i must study. Yes. I am. I will. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week also, while waiting for &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Curly Wurly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to pick me up &amp;amp; go for class, i broke my key. Not using my senses, i use 2 knives and tried to take my key from the small hole. Ending up me cutting my finger. Which bleed for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, there you go. My week story. Suka suka je i bagi tahu u guys ek. Hahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr.Charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whom introduce me to blog world. Anthing blame him. Hehehehe- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to - "Can i have this dance"by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Zach Efron &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; vanessa Hudggens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's next? Gym and swim i guess. What else i can do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-8140403123930020433?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8140403123930020433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=8140403123930020433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8140403123930020433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8140403123930020433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-14-laundry-keys-and-notes.html' title='Week 14 - laundry, keys and Notes'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-3639477975121963268</id><published>2008-11-05T18:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:50:59.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terima Kasih Cinta by Afgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRF1F3XSawI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UqMOilA4Wqc/s1600-h/2504109477_5cd110a877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265118182994242306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRF1F3XSawI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UqMOilA4Wqc/s200/2504109477_5cd110a877.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tersadar didalam sepiku&lt;br /&gt;Setelah jauh melangkah&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku&lt;br /&gt;Kembali dalam dekap tanganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih cinta untuk segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan lagi kesempatan itu&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan terulang lagi&lt;br /&gt;Semuaaa kesalahanku yang pernah menyakitimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpamu tiada berarti&lt;br /&gt;Tak mampu lagi berdiri&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku&lt;br /&gt;Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih cinta untuk segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan lagi kesempatan itu&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan terulang lagi&lt;br /&gt;Semuaaa kesalahanku yang pernah menyakitimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouuwwww...&lt;br /&gt;Ouuwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih cinta untuk segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan lagi kesempatan itu&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan terulang lagi&lt;br /&gt;Semuaaa kesalahanku oouuwww&lt;br /&gt;Kesalahanku yang pernah menyakitimu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-3639477975121963268?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3639477975121963268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=3639477975121963268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3639477975121963268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3639477975121963268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/terima-kasih-cinta-by-afgan.html' title='Terima Kasih Cinta by Afgan'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SRF1F3XSawI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UqMOilA4Wqc/s72-c/2504109477_5cd110a877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-8302741794815049326</id><published>2008-11-05T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:06:41.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirt,seats,Taxi,Ladies and its wonders</title><content type='html'>So, as usual. i woke up at 8.35am sms good morning and went back to bed. Then wake up again at 10am and realize is late as i have class at 12 and the last bus move at 10.30am. Still i took my sweet time as i was very lazy indeed. I went to the kitchen and had my juice, then water with my pills and went refresh my-self. After getting done, i dress up and notice that i wore my shirt inside out &amp;amp; all my notes went missing. Starting to feel like is going to be a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next went to bus, luckly there was one. Went in, and took a sit. Wanted to relax myself as it takes at least 20 minutes to campus. The stupid seat is broken. My body went all the way down. Hitting the guy behind me. A good looking as well, but that is not important! I was like- come on, what the matter with today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as i arrive at campus, i embrace the wind and the beautiful surronding Limkokwing has to offer, and one stupid taxi just had to hon his honky. Spoiling my mood of embracing. "sialan sungguh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With feeling a bit annoyed, i went to class. Class 28. Mass media &amp;amp; Society. No One was there. I thought i forgetten to check my email for updates but the leturer books was there. So i waited. While waiting. I needed to go the men's. But i entered the ladies. But with confidence i went in, did what i sepose to do. went out and saw 3 girls inside. I blush as red like chilis and wanted to make a graceful exit and thats the time i slip and feel. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, i had a bad day. But i ending up laughing with my friends at the plaza during lunch talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this is to void bad karma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-8302741794815049326?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8302741794815049326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=8302741794815049326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8302741794815049326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8302741794815049326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/shirtseatstaxiladies-and-its-wonders.html' title='Shirt,seats,Taxi,Ladies and its wonders'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-342840417318846827</id><published>2008-11-04T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:40:09.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Check your Mail-Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-342840417318846827?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/342840417318846827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=342840417318846827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/342840417318846827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/342840417318846827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/check-your-mail-box.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-1126083315806239068</id><published>2008-11-03T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:45:30.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;.I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.what else could i say.&lt;br /&gt;.but sorry and it would never happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-1126083315806239068?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1126083315806239068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=1126083315806239068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/1126083315806239068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/1126083315806239068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry.html' title='Im sorry'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-5331295086069017598</id><published>2008-10-28T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:41:21.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stay in love by Mariah Carey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQcuwl9d4RI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fMcYbpfpzdM/s1600-h/11044f4e68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226101964235026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQcuwl9d4RI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fMcYbpfpzdM/s200/11044f4e68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Song Title: I stay in Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Genre: Ballad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Album: E=MC2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Artist: Mariah Carey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Video: Available in Youtube &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTGXa5U6xn4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTGXa5U6xn4&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After her Smash hit - Touch My body, Bye Bye and I'll be loving you long Time, Mimi have release her much inticipated single "I stay in love". The song which was writen by mimi herself.The lyric is truly deep yet simple. The song is mainly about someone who have just broken up with his/her lover yet the love that he or she feels cant be forgetten. The song is compliment by a really sad video. About a Las Vegas showgirl whom boyfriend used her. Her sadness is clearly reflected in the video and i have to say, Mimi really potrayed it evry well. Though i belive the video had a un-important starting but the whole video is awesome. Using the same theme like "My all" of black and white and "to the roof top" of Las Vegas setting, I stay in Love is sure Number one hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-5331295086069017598?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5331295086069017598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=5331295086069017598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/5331295086069017598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/5331295086069017598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-stay-in-love-by-mariah-carey.html' title='I stay in love by Mariah Carey'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQcuwl9d4RI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fMcYbpfpzdM/s72-c/11044f4e68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-6858560363120313496</id><published>2008-10-28T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:31:06.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQbjgTFmjdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IiRkIBLwmoE/s1600-h/2463052924_f71ba42ab5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262143358648094162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQbjgTFmjdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IiRkIBLwmoE/s200/2463052924_f71ba42ab5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Movie Title: High School Musical 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By: Disney Productions &amp;amp; Buena Vista dist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cast: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zach Efron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vanessa Hudgens&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Tisdale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corbin Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monique Coleman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duration: 1hr 40min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before i write-write, Mr.Aidy this is Zach Efron. Yes more charming than you =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQblaIes7BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ykpKjJNhsis/s1600-h/zach+efron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262145451744619538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQblaIes7BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ykpKjJNhsis/s200/zach+efron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK. So after pouring my heart out at reb-box and fill my stomach at pelita Klcc, Yana suggest to watch movie. Since all of us agreed, we went to pavi as it had cheap parking. I just follow cause i ahve no car. hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So we arrive at 8pm and got the tickets for a 9.10pm show. What to do? we washing machine our eyes. Me and matme walk infront to see how did pavi fair that day. Good? bad? In the end matme gave bad but i wil give "Boleh tahan" lar. There was nice view. Especially the one when i was buying drink with E. YUMMY.... ( Im taken BTW, but a liltle sight seeing dosent hurt)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright back to movie, we went in the cinema and sat at the sits. I got sit number 8. Beside Matme and Yana. As we tuck into our sits, i open my popcorn and Chicken Hotdog and eat =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then the movie start. I have to say, the movie was a wholesome teen goodness. Like Macdonalds.Its not good, but who dosent love fast food. But credit to the song writers. Kudos, i was feeling the song until i need a hand to hold. But yana pulak beat me. Terus hilang feeling. Plus good cheographing. I wonder how many shoes did vanessa broke and how many times did she stumble upon while getting the right scene. I do appreciate Mr.Kenny Ortega for making Zach act well, plus using really eye catching costume. In All i give the show 3.5 star but since Zach is in it 4 star. Worth your money and time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the movie, we went to Jalan Yap Kwan Seng for a cuppa and laughter and directing miss.Lost Sara. There we join Hid and Dayang. My first time meeting them but click =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next plan? hallowen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-6858560363120313496?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6858560363120313496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=6858560363120313496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/6858560363120313496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/6858560363120313496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQbjgTFmjdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IiRkIBLwmoE/s72-c/2463052924_f71ba42ab5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-6072458754097001030</id><published>2008-10-28T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:39:13.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali day out - Red box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its was a holiday in Malaysia, as the country celebrated hindu's prime celebration "Deepavali" which also known as 'The festival of Lights'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a malaysian is only right, even if you are not celebrating but to enjoy the holiday as well. So, i join &lt;em&gt;Yana,E,Ben,Reha,Agus and Mas&lt;/em&gt; for jamming session@ Red Box Sogo Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- End of Formal Introduction-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was damm tired. I slept at 7am upon finishing my assignments and stuff. But i needed to keep my words, before yana turns into faizal and chop me off. Since i cancelled our club nite last friday, plus i miss my sis yana spears. I sleep for 4 hours and get ready. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*to whom who didnt know i took the rapid kl bus, Lrt (Aliran Kelana Jaya) and walk to sogo ( Harap Maklum) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s i arrive, i could see mas who was in deepavali mood. Her dress has "Kuch kuch ho ta hey" writen all over it.Yana pulak, was singing. She was may i say in her ZONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prove? here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQbSdtYmQ3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5QTW524swhA/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262124622469809010" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQbSdtYmQ3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5QTW524swhA/s200/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Macam uji-bakat AF je)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The room was filled with many talents. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such as:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr.Agus a.k.a (Penyanyi Macho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr.E (a.k.a Penyanyi feeling artist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr.Ben (a.k.a Back-up singer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr.Zuan (a.k.a Penyanyi Rindu bayangan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Yana (a.k.a Penyanyi Confident)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Reha (a.k.a Penyanyi Powerhouse)&lt;br /&gt;Miss Masz (a.k.a Penyanyi Versatile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Antara lagu lagu yang dinyanyi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rindu Bayangan&lt;/em&gt; - by me&lt;br /&gt;- Last song of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rela&lt;/em&gt; by Reha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-we did the head banging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku pencinta wanita&lt;/em&gt; by E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Controversial skit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay the same&lt;/em&gt; by all of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-everyone really sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sengol-sengolan&lt;/em&gt; by me,masz and yana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Gerudi uols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*in all, we sing and had fun. Some release tension, some release talent. me? kedua-duanye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-here are some cam-whoring moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQbW7LWpBwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oNZgmcVo86M/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262129526777382658" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQbW7LWpBwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oNZgmcVo86M/s200/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(No edit- Ori punya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQbYcV8m7aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TYSkZJ1Tyhk/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262131196068294050" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQbYcV8m7aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TYSkZJ1Tyhk/s200/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(E,Me,Yana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-6072458754097001030?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6072458754097001030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=6072458754097001030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/6072458754097001030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/6072458754097001030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/deepavali-day-out-red-box.html' title='Deepavali day out - Red box'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQbSdtYmQ3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5QTW524swhA/s72-c/DSC01425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-2547546706061581115</id><published>2008-10-27T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:03:38.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At mr.Aloe Vera house</title><content type='html'>Since Miss Nescafe wrote about our nite at Miss curly Wurly's house- URL (&lt;a href="http://otakkopi.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://otakkopi.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Im writing about what happend at my place. Since there is a connection about it. "Interface assignment" which im so proudly would like to mention that i have done with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my story, while im writing this, Miss madu-Berdarah is surfing photobucket and petani is sweeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night start with petani, came with KFC, cause i was damm hungry. I thought lunch and dinner was going to be out, so i didnt cook or what so ever. Since my plan was backfired for today, which im kinda geram but is ok.  jap, i dah melereng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, petani brought KFC and we ate. Then miss. my-bf frm sudan came we chat. Interface was not being done yet.Only after 20 minits i decide to do. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then miss Madu berdarah came, and i wanted to show her a pic on this really yummy person. So petani, madu bedarah and me sat in front of my lappy and waited. Alamak! i didnt know that that guy was a perv, and put his 'Jari' pics on the net. All of us burst into laughter. We laugh more when i click next and more 'Jari' came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, thought of our XXX will go away, Petani had to say that Mariah breast was and i quote "Gila..fuh, bergetah kot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we laugh. i had tears and we mention about jari. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memamg gila seyh. haaaaaaaaaaaa.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its 6.14 am, and still i cant sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... someone sing me a song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-2547546706061581115?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2547546706061581115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=2547546706061581115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/2547546706061581115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/2547546706061581115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-mraloe-vera-house.html' title='At mr.Aloe Vera house'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-780283819924895669</id><published>2008-10-25T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:13:09.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 TOP best dating plans - by yours truly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, your in a relantionship and want to get to know your other half better or just want to make your your relantionship to the next level. Here are some dating plan that you can follow to make it happend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO.7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Home date-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQKRjKvcwnI/AAAAAAAAADU/vAu616coW1Y/s1600-h/2096678L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260927348086981234" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQKRjKvcwnI/AAAAAAAAADU/vAu616coW1Y/s200/2096678L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, this is meant for those who are above the one month status, because going to your other half house is a big thing. What you can do in "Home date" is that you can rent a &lt;strong&gt;DVD, prepare some snacks and play board-games&lt;/strong&gt;. Usually its better to start off with board games that challenges both of you. Trust me, you will be in a lot of laughther. Then, mellow down with a romantic movie if you wanna be close to him, A horror movie, to make him care for you or a comedy film, to be happy with him. Plus there's so many thing you can do at home that can make him or her feel love.Don't forget to prepare healthy snacks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO.6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Date in the ZOO -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261385624050399570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQQyWVve-VI/AAAAAAAAADc/cbzJ8IcUwyQ/s200/zoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to say, this is one of my favourite picks place to visits. Can you imagine, you and your patner walking around seeing animals.. not only it will improve your knowledge, this will be the time where you or your patner wil make jokes on how much the monkey resembles you or how the hippo looks like you. Plus, while walking at the quite alley, you can ask question like intimates ones.. and wont who doesnt like to be kiss in a place where is full of animal watching? WILD huh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Dating trip to the jungle -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQTVGOJDZ4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/_saO0zpRcNc/s1600-h/3601600182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261564567527581570" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQTVGOJDZ4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/_saO0zpRcNc/s200/3601600182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Take Taman Negara as the background of your exotic date, bring a big blanket and a tent, and you are all set for a romantic yet dirty date. Flash light is a must and pack as well your sexy swimming suits to boost the sensual attraction while swimming. Yeap definitly a no.5 sopt date for the top 7 best dating plan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- A romantic gateway to your hometown-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQTUE6b6WoI/AAAAAAAAADs/N0cbMg9oKIE/s1600-h/293700518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261563445546474114" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQTUE6b6WoI/AAAAAAAAADs/N0cbMg9oKIE/s200/293700518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yea, it may sound like overwhelming. Hometown= Family, but choose a date where is less crowded and make sure your family dosent know.Surprise for them. Bring him/her back to see the place where you grow up. Your other half will appreciate it and it will make him/her feel closer. if she or he could adapt, you can sense that your relantionship will be an exciting one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Ice-cream date-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQTUZMg5b9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/M0EMi5kBJrw/s1600-h/375508144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261563793996607442" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQTUZMg5b9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/M0EMi5kBJrw/s200/375508144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Simple as it sound and quite cost effective. You dont have to indulge Hagen-dazz or Baskin robbins. Buy magnum ice-cream and take a walk to the city. Use the public transport to test thier patient. Not only this could bring thier real characters that you were dying to see, but at the end of the date, you will get a kiss that you will remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- An intimate Dinner -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQTU075ecAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0gU9fnoZ8ac/s1600-h/79045254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261564270572630018" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQTU075ecAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0gU9fnoZ8ac/s200/79045254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why go for dinner at a fancy restaurants. COOK! surprise him/her with your culinary skills. The place? A romantick park with candles. Here you can eat while getting closer. A sure win to heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Surpise Date -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQTTklpri4I/AAAAAAAAADk/SoxQYUE9DII/s1600-h/392420391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261562890211265410" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQTTklpri4I/AAAAAAAAADk/SoxQYUE9DII/s200/392420391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine, you just finish your work. As you walk to your car, you get a note - drive to Cafe de'rionte'. So, you drive to the cafe and see your other half at the table with a big smile. A pleasant surpise. Even how tired you are, you will just completly forget about it and just want to enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, there you go. 7 Best dating plan by yours truly. If you do try it, tell me about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQKRjKvcwnI/AAAAAAAAADU/vAu616coW1Y/s1600-h/2096678L.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-780283819924895669?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/780283819924895669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=780283819924895669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/780283819924895669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/780283819924895669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-top-best-dating-plans-by-yours-truly.html' title='7 TOP best dating plans - by yours truly'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SQKRjKvcwnI/AAAAAAAAADU/vAu616coW1Y/s72-c/2096678L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-1906454705223366360</id><published>2008-09-24T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:11:50.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke =)</title><content type='html'>For 2 years a man was having an affair with anItalian woman.One night, she confided in him that she wasPregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to ruin his reputation Or his marriage, He paid her a large sum ofMoney if she would go to Italy to secretly haveThe child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, He would also provide child support until the child Turned 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed, but asked how he would know when theBaby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to Simply mail him a post card, and write 'Spaghetti' On the back. He would then arrange for the childSupport payments to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, about 9 months later, he came home to hisConfused wife. 'Honey!,' she said, 'you received a very strangePost card today..' 'Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain itLater,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife obeyed and watched asHer husband read the card, turned white,And fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the card was written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti.Three with meatballs, two without.Send extra sauce.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-1906454705223366360?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1906454705223366360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=1906454705223366360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/1906454705223366360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/1906454705223366360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/joke.html' title='Joke =)'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-4569386476406506862</id><published>2008-09-21T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:29:47.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great reads</title><content type='html'>Melody,&lt;br /&gt;is like a first impression.&lt;br /&gt;We hear it,&lt;br /&gt;and we like it,&lt;br /&gt;then we want to read the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;we search the meaning of it.....&lt;br /&gt;we fall in love with the song.....&lt;br /&gt;~Drew barymoore~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~when you fall in love, you have to be strong. Dont give in too much. untill u know the other part is passionate for you~&lt;br /&gt;-me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes you can help it, you just want to go a step futher. yet u know..that the other person my find it too much. then u stop. the last thing u wanna do is make the other half feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction&lt;br /&gt;~when you fall in love, be yourself. if your way is showing care even if too soon. then be it. sincerity is important. let the other half know who you are. if the other half likes it. then go slow..... you have a long way to do stuff that will suprise him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye aku dh mengarut.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyte nyte...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-4569386476406506862?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4569386476406506862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=4569386476406506862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4569386476406506862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4569386476406506862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-reads.html' title='Great reads'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-8150387496248141373</id><published>2008-09-21T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:19:31.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Godma....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNU-Io8K54I/AAAAAAAAADA/M1Hduti0CLc/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248169258919847810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNU-Io8K54I/AAAAAAAAADA/M1Hduti0CLc/s200/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What the fuck happend with the curry?&lt;br /&gt;                                          -It did not get fuck&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     ~Godma and me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNU6BfZTaHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iCLg0FSyCro/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248164738052089970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNU6BfZTaHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iCLg0FSyCro/s320/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chynthia Beatrice Ham A.k.A My Godmother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Though my throat was soaring, my fever was up a bit, and my spirit was down due to a very disturbing incident the night before, I love my godma. So going to damansara eventhough it took me for 2 hours. I couldnt care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, 20.SEPTEMBER.2008, my godma now is 52. We had the best time today. Me and her. She was at the kitchen and me being loud, i shout. Godma!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and she was like "hah, make noise somore" hehehehe. I felt like i was at ipoh. My cousin was there Mag (che che), Vanessa ( mui mui) was there...which i miss so much. Though i was feeling down and had some issues of my own. I did not wanna spelt it. Though i did told D. Thank god for his straight comment.ok. Happy Story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She cook curry, we had kebab, curry puff to die for frm Damansara Utama, noodles from Pj ( francis) and cake frm segambut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ate a lot, like usual. and eat more. dah larh i sakit.... and there was 2 really cute guest. Puppies... Chivas and Summer. Adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ate, we watch drama, we laugh, some of us. and blew the cake............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-8150387496248141373?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8150387496248141373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=8150387496248141373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8150387496248141373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/8150387496248141373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-godma.html' title='Happy Birthday Godma....'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNU-Io8K54I/AAAAAAAAADA/M1Hduti0CLc/s72-c/DSC00683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-3977510540252856094</id><published>2008-09-19T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:40:10.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My College friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNPNEMmy4lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XCd2Znr-HQQ/s1600-h/24082008688+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247763462803874386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNPNEMmy4lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XCd2Znr-HQQ/s320/24082008688+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNPNEaRLaII/AAAAAAAAACY/vDazuz2vTsg/s1600-h/02082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247763466471303298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNPNEaRLaII/AAAAAAAAACY/vDazuz2vTsg/s320/02082008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNPNEhtTYKI/AAAAAAAAACg/xpHQs0M0G9k/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247763468468314274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNPNEhtTYKI/AAAAAAAAACg/xpHQs0M0G9k/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNPNE_bHO2I/AAAAAAAAACo/0iRmSFdo4RQ/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247763476445084514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNPNE_bHO2I/AAAAAAAAACo/0iRmSFdo4RQ/s320/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNPNFBrjtUI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZF9P69BEttM/s1600-h/l_34bcc52f76357d6d99939ecc71793383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247763477050930498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNPNFBrjtUI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZF9P69BEttM/s320/l_34bcc52f76357d6d99939ecc71793383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my college friends. Ika,jerry,wawan,everlyn,echa,dya, zikah and sita...... During shopping in alamanda, lepaking at plaza, magical night, web class and clubbing night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-3977510540252856094?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3977510540252856094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=3977510540252856094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3977510540252856094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/3977510540252856094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-college-friends.html' title='My College friends'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNPNEMmy4lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XCd2Znr-HQQ/s72-c/24082008688+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-4929904363754384769</id><published>2008-09-19T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:38:19.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just till this november.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNOq1xC-M8I/AAAAAAAAABw/DY8guIlraQg/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247725831492350914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNOq1xC-M8I/AAAAAAAAABw/DY8guIlraQg/s320/DSC00632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNOq2NxnP5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ti80KB59x-o/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247725839204171666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNOq2NxnP5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ti80KB59x-o/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNOq2eGNjJI/AAAAAAAAACA/7n4y0vvHmTc/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247725843585535122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNOq2eGNjJI/AAAAAAAAACA/7n4y0vvHmTc/s320/DSC00634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNOq2mEeyHI/AAAAAAAAACI/CEAmrQxKcz8/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247725845725759602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNOq2mEeyHI/AAAAAAAAACI/CEAmrQxKcz8/s320/DSC00636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i was going to study in Limkokwing, i didnt bother on looking a place to stay as i knew i wanted to live in the out campus in Puchong, pulau meranti. At first , when i reach the campus i was quite impress. Condo as a hostel? Not bad. Till i live in it. Haiya.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The students here are quite nice, some very friendly and the rest are ok. just a few that i feel, quite uneasy with. But at the same time here i found some really nice great friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Echa,Ika,Wawan,Lukfi,Everlyn,pin pin,jiuta,jerry,vera,hani,kyra,razak,kamal,eein,mustapha,pit gb,najib,hori,amin,albert and few more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the things is i started to feel like im at the wrong place now. Which wanna make me want to move to perhaps cyberjaya where the bus is free and is easier for me to take transport to go to the city..... ( dun ask why)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i am going to miss this place. a lot of memory..... but life goes on......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the search on looking for a place near cyber so that if i take the erl, 20 mins ill be in sentral is on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-4929904363754384769?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4929904363754384769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=4929904363754384769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4929904363754384769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/4929904363754384769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-till-this-november.html' title='Just till this november.'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNOq1xC-M8I/AAAAAAAAABw/DY8guIlraQg/s72-c/DSC00632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-5351845811241843425</id><published>2008-09-18T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:39:46.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years absent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNIvqReFggI/AAAAAAAAABo/xYYhl5ZXEJs/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247308919130653186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNIvqReFggI/AAAAAAAAABo/xYYhl5ZXEJs/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since i fall in love. Two years is quite sometime huh? well, it took me that long, so i can prepare myslef and and when im ready, i can commit. Love is heavy responsibilty and have to be taken with really great care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Im back in the field of love, where i adore,enjoy most. Who dosent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that started with an add, click, message,calls and meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest i just didnt knew it could reach to this level, and now hoping it will never downgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that person. Whom you cant keeping getting off your mind. Who you constant think, Who makes you smile when he calls, or sms. Those things that he does make you feel 100 million bucks. The person you can comfortably be yourslef. Where being with him makes u happy. Im surely feeling this stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though im taking this as it flows and hope for the best. I cant deny my heart has taken away by him. Though it looks too soon, but sure feel like years... but not in a rush. still a long way to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy...and grateful this happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~dah nie je i akan share. If not terlebih sudah. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy berpuasa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-5351845811241843425?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5351845811241843425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=5351845811241843425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/5351845811241843425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/5351845811241843425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-years-absent_17.html' title='2 years absent'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SNIvqReFggI/AAAAAAAAABo/xYYhl5ZXEJs/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-7169889798118605935</id><published>2008-09-18T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:00:16.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geram....</title><content type='html'>Geram....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah tak tahu apa nak ckp. hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-7169889798118605935?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7169889798118605935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=7169889798118605935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7169889798118605935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7169889798118605935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/geram.html' title='Geram....'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-6669996836098972858</id><published>2008-09-18T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:37:47.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 years Michell.. and Finally</title><content type='html'>What a pleasent suprise i had today. A really great suprise. My childhood friends since i was 7 years old text me. Michell. We departed ever since she left Johor, simpang renggam batalion 5 pph camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awesome. We already set a date to meet. incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-6669996836098972858?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6669996836098972858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=6669996836098972858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/6669996836098972858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/6669996836098972858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/14-years-michell-and-finally.html' title='14 years Michell.. and Finally'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-149785405734774158</id><published>2008-09-17T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:40:12.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me and stuff about me'/><title type='text'>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Zuan Ham Is........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nicest person you will meet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- But try not to mess with me, cause if you. You're in a big trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A shoppaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Guilty. I am, but i pandai pandai simpan duit for shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A simple person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Banyak yang tak percaya, but i am. Just get to know me better and you'll see how simple i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somestime Complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Sometimes je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A good listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-People say i am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good with fashion,life and relantionship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- I pandai jugak lar, but for  myself sometimes i seek others for help. Hey, humblism is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A milk person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Yup, i drink 25 boxes of milk in a month. Low fat punya. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A loyal person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- I can bet u on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Yup..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A  big brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- to my dear sister echa and ika from indonesia and wawan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Mariah carey Fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I have her full cd collection back in Ipoh, where my mum keeps. Its hers and mind. Something we share. I adore this women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A romantick guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Yup..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Miss him family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- I miss my mum in ipoh, my brother in arab, my Che Che and Mui Mui in Damansara, Joan is Ampang,Clara in bercham,Amely in PJ, A.yvone in Subang SS15, Adrian in Us, Shaun in Boston, A.christein in Canada, U.Felix in Cempaka, Syafiq in melaka.Nadia in Kota damansara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Cat and puppy person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- They are simply adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Red,white,black,yellow and green guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Though my favourite colour is Purple and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A flower and chocolate guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- I am??? hehehehe...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Clubber and drinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Not always.. sometimes. Magarita,cosmo,vodcka my Fav.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Smoker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Well, those who knw me will be shock, but i smoke when im down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A clean freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I clean at times.. just dont like dirty places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A big eating machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- I love to eat..yum yum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A  cam-whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A chocolate person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-White chocolate...hmmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A caramel monchiato Fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-hmmmmmmmmm........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A movie go-er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Yeah..... Who cried during SEX n THE CITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A music person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Yup. R n B, pop, Rock, Trans, Ballads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Missing his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Ipoh : bead,cammy,adzam,azim, A wai, uncle pang, kevin, ah seng, u.Charles, karl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Kl: Phaty,shiva,jj,shikin,cicul,kyra,tasha,kamal,adam,taufik,razak,dya,nira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;        ali,josh,jonathan,zikah,dira,nallena,eqa,wawan,echa,pin pin,juita,yugi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Johor - shahrul, aeril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A book person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-after taking literature as a major in my foundation. i just love books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A poetic person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- i write poems to express myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A healthy person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- saya ambil herbalife, saya senam dan saya ambil brands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- i cook. pasta, thai, chinese, curry,asam pedas, bbq. I baked too.. Cheese cake, chocolate moist, brownies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A memory person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-yea.. i suka kumpul-kumpul memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A non literate web tech guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- i blonde when comes to application in my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A myspace guy, Friendster, facebook and Blog person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sailon_007"&gt;www.myspace.com/sailon_007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/zuanfinham"&gt;www.friendster.com/zuanfinham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yang lain i lupa url...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A forgetful person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- when comes to my wallet,hp.. yang lain pandai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A savvy person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A good helper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A very suka jalan jalan guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-i like to travell and see places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A shisha guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A sensitive guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-yes i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A susah nak 'Merajuk' person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- when i do, habislah korang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A smiling person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I love to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A basic, avareage with really good extra plus point guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Hehehe...ada paham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A passionate person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-yes i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A guy who would do anything for my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alright. i stop here. if there's anymore, i would tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-149785405734774158?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/149785405734774158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=149785405734774158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-7775743098229529253</id><published>2008-09-16T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:33:15.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM9u8a3YfAI/AAAAAAAAABY/lmoNMYpEHlw/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246534075192736770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM9u8a3YfAI/AAAAAAAAABY/lmoNMYpEHlw/s320/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since mid term was coming and the stress of wanna do well was erupting, i just couldn't resits, when D invitated me back to his home town. I was like hometown=Kampung=peace=calming. So i agreed. That reason which influence me only 10% why i accepted was good enough to make a perfect 100% confirmation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I pack my stuff, not knowing how many days, where and what &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( D didnt tell me)&lt;/span&gt; i just pack some few shorts,boxer,shirt and the essential kit of travelling Toothbrush and facial stuff &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( it my own eseential kit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So travel to sentral where D pick me up, when and pick up his mum and sis and of to Seremban. Yeah right. It was more like Kuala Pilah! which turn out to be a great peace gateway. The journey let me sight on beautiful greenery and winding roads with a really township feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before heading to his &lt;em&gt;'kampung' &lt;/em&gt;we stop to buy some stuff from the supermarket and bazaar ramadhan for breaking fast time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon reaching, i could sense that D wanted to be in his hometown very much. I dont know, but i could feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I meet his family, we talk abit and me being a lousy guest, not helping instead join D for a nap. Hahaha... Such a lousy guest i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Night falls and it was time to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"makan"!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; First i wasnt that sure i could handle the food cause i thought there we going to be cook either with &lt;em&gt;petai&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;durian&lt;/em&gt;. But i feel in love with the &lt;em&gt;"lemak cili api"&lt;/em&gt; God it was to die for. Seriously i havent had such nice lovely &lt;em&gt;" lemak cili api"&lt;/em&gt; yummy! ( God, now im hungry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we walk around the kampung with few kids and played badminton. I still think D was giving excuses on why he could hit the ball. Hehe =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At this point, i knew that we were going to sleep over. Thank god i packed! Sleep..sleep..sleep.. which D could just sleep..sleep..sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, as i woke up around 9am, no one at home. except D who was sleeping....sleeping...sleeping... But perhaps he was tired of work and i shouldnt make him look so lazy here but lets just shut an eye. hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then after waking up just in time for breaking fast, we ate and prepared to leave his &lt;em&gt;kampung.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A great journey it was. On a personal note and being in kampung with a slow pace life really make u feel so relaxs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks D for invitating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-7775743098229529253?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7775743098229529253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=7775743098229529253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7775743098229529253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/7775743098229529253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-of-city.html' title='Out of the city'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM9u8a3YfAI/AAAAAAAAABY/lmoNMYpEHlw/s72-c/DSC00521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-5037566093191834305</id><published>2008-09-15T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:44:55.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and many me ( The recent me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6BosoJ4gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o5DlIj7OGLY/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246273152107536898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6BosoJ4gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o5DlIj7OGLY/s320/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6BonWq9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gAuNMnwp7QU/s1600-h/IMG_4494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246273150692029970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6BonWq9hI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gAuNMnwp7QU/s320/IMG_4494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6BpN82goI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6pwGReF1ukE/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246273161052717698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6BpN82goI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6pwGReF1ukE/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6BpR-PJrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lI7iBI7_kw4/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246273162132268722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6BpR-PJrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lI7iBI7_kw4/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6BpmXYgNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uXfWjzxk7pk/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246273167606448338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6BpmXYgNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uXfWjzxk7pk/s320/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-5037566093191834305?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5037566093191834305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=5037566093191834305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/5037566093191834305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/5037566093191834305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-and-many-me-recent-me.html' title='Me and many me ( The recent me)'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6BosoJ4gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o5DlIj7OGLY/s72-c/DSC00387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095458948340552836.post-9032797304290773920</id><published>2008-09-15T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:15:27.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro of the Blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well this is my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogg&lt;/span&gt;. It seems everyone has one these days, so i thought i have one too. I do love to write so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be a trouble, though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; with technology but i strive to create &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blogg&lt;/span&gt; that i love and hope you guys do to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is my story. The story which going to be base on my life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Arifin&lt;/span&gt; Ham story. Though through times you will read and understand that i may plot my story using "case studies" or "Play Role". Trust me, the joy of me writing these type will be felt. It does create the feeling of doubt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;blogg&lt;/span&gt; would be more on a personal note. Love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Relationship&lt;/span&gt; , Friendship and life wonders. Though details would usually be on my daily journal, i would share one or two details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Right more on me now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a very sensitive person. Seriously, i am. Though i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; show it. People who are close to me usually the ones can detect my sensitivity. Hopeless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt; guy. Guilty as charge i am. Loyal. Funny.Crazy.Sweet.Cute.Fragile ( like a thin glass).Over the top ( on events and assignments). Simple guy ( serious i am) but demanding ( in  a way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still a student, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Limkokwing&lt;/span&gt; University, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cyberjaya&lt;/span&gt; Campus in Malaysia. Staying in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Puchong&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Desaria&lt;/span&gt; villa condo - its a home for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Limkokwing&lt;/span&gt; students. With a really a ZOO feeling at times.  Taking Broadcasting and Journalism degree. First year, First semester. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, i may come from a small town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt;, but this small the same level of charisma of any individuals in KL. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; in a simple, mix parentage family in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt;. We are called "The Hams". Not Pork ham, though it spell and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;pronounce&lt;/span&gt; the same. This is the BURMESE+CHINESE+GERMAN+MALAY  Ham's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Through my day's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;blogg&lt;/span&gt; you will know me better. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to stop here, and start my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;blogg&lt;/span&gt;. At my table, near a window of my condo stairs on the first floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2095458948340552836-9032797304290773920?l=zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9032797304290773920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2095458948340552836&amp;postID=9032797304290773920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/9032797304290773920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095458948340552836/posts/default/9032797304290773920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zuanarifinhamstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/intro-of-blogger.html' title='Intro of the Blogger.'/><author><name>Mohamad Azuan Bin Mohamad Arifin@ Patrick A. Ham</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03836367138849301360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I4lzV9te0DM/SM6b3RAh-BI/AAAAAAAAABA/hBSJ7p02qkw/S220/DSC00582.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
