<?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-27646004</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:30:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ezaddhieqal half true side</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>438</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-4106394748462608430</id><published>2009-10-20T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:08:41.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>brief!&lt;br /&gt;today abah's bdae. celeb his bdae ytd at fish and chicks which turned out not we expected. abah get his watch; Sovil titus. cant wait for mzk this friday. cant wait for mdc audition this nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflection!&lt;br /&gt;do malays wonder why chinese can be the top of everythig. the answer is they got the will. its up to us to get it. thats why malay cuz this sickness named MELAYU ( ME -LAYU: IM WEAK!)&lt;br /&gt;agree?&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my solution to this: be motivate. dont bother abt malay people's comment. actually they dont get what our finishing end abt till we prove it and they regret it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-4106394748462608430?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/4106394748462608430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=4106394748462608430' title='0 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there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brief.&lt;br /&gt;tmr gg bedok, haiz. prepare to go home late!&lt;br /&gt;23rd, bowling day, but mzk day too!&lt;br /&gt;missing BMT life. but much more to missing the time of missing my parents.&lt;br /&gt;approval from above to go mdc audi, but it gona open late nov. so i have to endure 1 month plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6671427132480964665?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6671427132480964665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6671427132480964665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Dian photoshoot which i forgot, which also this sunday!&lt;br /&gt;gonna do soul searching. what im do in my wasted two years ns life!&lt;br /&gt;such as: learning gambus, take my driving license, healthy lifestyle or taking up part time studies.&lt;br /&gt;gain weight aft such hari raya gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;try for mdc or mp.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, production coming up. idk the outcome for the whole, but for my dance pieces, they're abt there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-2889390481318086212?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/2889390481318086212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=2889390481318086212' title='0 Comments'/><link 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HAHA. post it up after they chose the finalist, and sadly im not in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit to filzah for editting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Defining Moments in BMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left, Right, Left, Right’. Those are the famous words that I now have to listen to. However, looking back from the cookhouse, there stood my family still weeping and waving at me, as I become a soldier to serve the country, a boy who is now going to be a man. I still remember the time when I received the enlistment letter. It was the moment of my life that&lt;br /&gt;I would never forget. Enlisting into army was not something I was hoping for but then again it’s my duty call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 weeks have passed and it was more than enough time for this boy to be a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one silent night of the confinement week everyone in the bunk was all sound asleep. Suddenly, loud thuds on the doors were heard and there were people shouting at the top of their lungs. Bright lights fill the bunks. Everyone was awake by the sudden noise. The scene was hectic and it reminded me of a raid scene. All of us were turn out and rushed out, we all landed on the parade square where we made to form a parade. The whole thing turned out to be the passing down of the rifles to us, the new recruits. It was a very honored moment for me as I felt a great sense of responsibility to guard my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought that my stay in Tekong was going to be very mundane. Physical training at Tekong is so much different as compared to my civilian days. This is due to the fact that I would only do physical training during sports or fun activities. However in Tekong, I am motivated to do all of the physical trainings as I am not doing this all by myself but with the whole platoon and the commanders enthusiasms. It gives me the benefit of to never doubt myself of my own capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd day of field camp was the most memorable of all. It started off when we were digging for the shell scrapes. Truthfully I really felt like giving up. The hole was muddy and filled with water. Halfway through it, we were all gathered and were prepare to exercise for teardrops. I knew all about it as my father broke the news, which was supposedly to be a secret. Letters were to be given to all us. I looked around and noticed mine came without an envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read the content of the letter, I was surprised that it was not a letter from my loved ones. It was a letter well typed by the company. Commanders mentioned it might be a mail error. At first, I was calm. However, upon peeping onto my friend’s letter, reading the salutation could make me hold my tears. It wrote, ‘To my beloved son’, after it was translated from Malay. The reason being was that my Mother always wrote the same way. During the sharing session, I cried in front of the platoon without holding the feelings of being ashamed. The letter would have cured my homesickness, my energy losses and my declining motivation. Being in BMT, I realized the importance of family’s love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start, army is not what I always hope for. However, during my stay here, I was given the taste of reality. The reality you can’t buy or asked for. I manage to get my hands on rifles, learn about law and many more. The one thing that really was an eye opener for me was the Hand Grenade live throw. After throwing the grenade, I really felt a great sense of satisfactory. I am very satisfied with the journey I went through here in army. Above all its a lifetime changing experience that I can never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt; This gonna be long! lets recap what i did for my field camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, im on status. so onboard the tonner which filled with logistic; jerry can, tents, benches, bed and bla bla bla. it took like 3/4 of the space and imagine u have to squeeze like more than 10 man in it! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached the campsite, and everyone offboard the tonner. i stayed behind cuz thats the easiest job. HAHA. the job was to pass down the logistic to the man below. so bla bla bla bla, the rest of the company reached by foot which like 4 km far. everyone settled down and we have to camo on! then str8 away pitched basha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martin and i have to pitch 2 bashas together. but he jus came back from Route march. so half of his energy gone. and he vomit. so i did alone... but end up i vomit too.. haha. dua2 buddy weak! HAH. luckily the section came in time to help us. after that, we had lunch and collect our ammo. move in the forested area and practice our fire movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, same fire movement and stuffs. oh yeah, lets talk abt the combat ration. it taste nice!! haha. got pasta, rice, dumplings, deserts, mash potato and stuffs. not forgetting the accesories pack which consist of biscuits, energy bar, milo and bla bla bla.  hahah. and the best part, u can eat it anytime! as for me, that was a BIG NO NO. if i eat anytime whichs equal i will be eating alot which equal that im gonna go and shit big time! hahaa. tak nak sial. tkda paip, abeh tak selesa. i noe its not the time to complain.. HAHA. wtf, its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd-day, sial arh, hujan sakk.. jus before we gonna do our PT. haha, jog to nearest trg shed which i think 1 -1.5 km away! HAHA. lepak dere, talk cock! till 10am and we have to go back to campsite.. mcm gitu jugak. at first walked inthe puddle, tgk air tak masuk dlm boot. so confident lah. splash splush splash splush, end up, stokin basah! HAHA. padan muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the best reason they wanna punish us will be sloppy movement. but at that time, mmg ada sikit sloppy lah. at first asked to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh wtf.. im sleepyy! HAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-3685793514468324867?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/3685793514468324867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=3685793514468324867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3685793514468324867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3685793514468324867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-what-i-wrote-for-my-ns-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8867124913136482875</id><published>2009-07-19T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:34:09.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had the whole week by myself.&lt;br /&gt;sunday book in, monday book out. becuase i had fever =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at range the whole day. and was sleeping on the wooden bench, which reminds me of my primary sch canteen, which was so uncomfortable. done my day shoot by the afternoon and waiting lazily for the night shoot. literally NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body was damn weak and i had a fever. OC sent bunch of us to MO. bla bla blacksheep, and found ourself making our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC for 4 days. my fever kept flunctuate and off to the CINTApc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINTApc= love polyclinic.&lt;br /&gt;because poly service were damn slow. i kept twitching my mouth if any elderly went into the room. reason being, they will doing their soap operas. its the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i went in, sat down, the doctor mumbled smth. how shud i listen properly if u mumble in the mouth cover. and he scold me for not to listen proerly. doctor tua lah katakan. den he order to pull the mask down. instead of pulling down, i take it off. he scolded me again. pftt. whats the diff right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no wonder bercinta! he trying to type out my precription with only 1 finger. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8867124913136482875?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8867124913136482875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8867124913136482875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8867124913136482875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8867124913136482875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-whole-week-by-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8563791611648043522</id><published>2009-07-11T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:57:22.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg3Q5G_0JI/AAAAAAAAArE/A7y1pzXrAFM/s1600-h/fb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2xx9KufI/AAAAAAAAAqs/F3EEYYqKFPQ/s1600-h/fb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2xy3nvwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/xwefNaoY9Wo/s1600-h/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2yr2J05I/AAAAAAAAAq8/WdSfSwlAq8g/s1600-h/fb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg3Q3mmECI/AAAAAAAAArM/TNrPTmQQwBc/s1600-h/fb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg3Q5G_0JI/AAAAAAAAArE/A7y1pzXrAFM/s1600-h/fb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more weeks left. haha&lt;br /&gt;initially im counting upwards.&lt;br /&gt;but to be looking forward and enthu, im counting it downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;5 weeks had passby.&lt;br /&gt;haha. this week we did IFC. shag gileer!  we're in FBO all day long. with camo on! and each time we put our camo on, we turn out to be a girl checking 'her' out in the mirror! but i enjoy the practical very much. the signalling, the fire movement and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this very month gonna be hectic.&lt;br /&gt;gonna have fire range, urban training and here comes the scary part, FIELD CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;now we're in pace with ptp batch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. what i have to do now is to enjoy each piece of my BMT life despite the torture. BMT is like a conversion for me to adapt police to army lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goal now:&lt;br /&gt;01. Slim and Tone Body&lt;br /&gt;02. Get into OCS or hoping transfer to Police as OCT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss dancing, friends, ssp, npcc and much more. but after bmt, hoping to look the future with better mindset and especially with new body! HHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this what i did for the past book outs. and some picture of my graduation photoshoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2yR239bI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pMuMtHHst4A/s1600-h/fb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2yR239bI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pMuMtHHst4A/s400/fb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357091994172126642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2xx9KufI/AAAAAAAAAqs/F3EEYYqKFPQ/s1600-h/fb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2xx9KufI/AAAAAAAAAqs/F3EEYYqKFPQ/s400/fb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357091985608587762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2xy3nvwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/xwefNaoY9Wo/s1600-h/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2xy3nvwI/AAAAAAAAAqk/xwefNaoY9Wo/s400/fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357091985853759234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2yr2J05I/AAAAAAAAAq8/WdSfSwlAq8g/s1600-h/fb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2yr2J05I/AAAAAAAAAq8/WdSfSwlAq8g/s400/fb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357092001148425106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg3Q3mmECI/AAAAAAAAArM/TNrPTmQQwBc/s1600-h/fb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg3Q3mmECI/AAAAAAAAArM/TNrPTmQQwBc/s400/fb4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357092519700467746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg3Q5G_0JI/AAAAAAAAArE/A7y1pzXrAFM/s1600-h/fb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg3Q5G_0JI/AAAAAAAAArE/A7y1pzXrAFM/s400/fb5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357092520104808594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pictures not in order due to lazy! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;pardon my english!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8563791611648043522?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8563791611648043522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8563791611648043522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8563791611648043522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8563791611648043522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-more-weeks-left.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Slg2yR239bI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pMuMtHHst4A/s72-c/fb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-3067222412415814049</id><published>2009-05-25T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:29:49.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Counting Down: 4 Days to Convocation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               11 Days to NS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShmMzf-OtiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Xa06BbO8sFk/s1600-h/azpi+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShmMzf-OtiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Xa06BbO8sFk/s400/azpi+show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339453649608160802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Azpirasi Production 23rd May with SSP Dancers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShmMzVJsqAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/fd0RDxsHUnk/s1600-h/dian+loves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShmMzVJsqAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/fd0RDxsHUnk/s400/dian+loves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339453646703470594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outing with Dian Loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShmMzLlOwbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/jTZEt-b066s/s1600-h/moms+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShmMzLlOwbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/jTZEt-b066s/s400/moms+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339453644134597042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mothers' day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will get nervous if i kept thinking abt my upcoming NS life. My days were filled with outings and events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day im out with my family for tea time and buying NS necessities.&lt;br /&gt;One day im out with friends&lt;br /&gt;One day im having trainings&lt;br /&gt;One day im sitting at home&lt;br /&gt;One day im (dot dot dot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh recently,&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;aft prayer, when for lunch at adam road with my parent. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then proceed to school for AGM. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;before that, bercinta tunggu diah kat MRT. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then off playing taboo at Library which were super funneh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;next, AGM. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;followed by stuck in the jam in the car with izzad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seduced izzad when im changing to PT kit in the car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;highly excited and crazy in Changkat when they having UG camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;move all the benches to the parade sq for campfire. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feet swollen hours aft bench fell on my feet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;help scouts for campfire and gateway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;night chat n star gazing with my ncos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laughing throughout the night with ncos, dyana n esp julian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plan for bathing together in a cubicle was aborted! (inside joke)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up sleeping in the npcc room with huge factory fan and spas in front of me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;contemplating of gg to watch a show or gg for campfire; meeting with my ex changkat and mr nathan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met naim, abah fetched us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost in boon keng as we're searching for serangoon broadway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying grad robe &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run errands&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bathe and rush out to meet my colleagues for monthly outing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;catching movie was cancelled &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dine at pastamania (1st time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laugh laugh laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;window shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rushed to meet SSP loves at yew tee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met arif k at outram&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;accompany arif k for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bercinta lg tgu diah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rescue nadia moley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;end show, meet the kawan session&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;supper at KFC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up late &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bathe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slept&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up late again for meeting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go mosi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prayed at sultan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mosi &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laugh laugh laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1 thing which common along the way is to laugh!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-3067222412415814049?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/3067222412415814049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=3067222412415814049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3067222412415814049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3067222412415814049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/05/counting-down-4-days-to-convocation-11.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShmMzf-OtiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Xa06BbO8sFk/s72-c/azpi+show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1550721949102340349</id><published>2009-05-18T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:11:31.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGG89ekJ-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/D8-53p66pzc/s1600-h/sinopsis1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGG89ekJ-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/D8-53p66pzc/s400/sinopsis1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337195415263782882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGG81v2gFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/sy90zXOUYcA/s1600-h/sinopsis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGG81v2gFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/sy90zXOUYcA/s400/sinopsis2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337195413188804690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGG86OMnCI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dFv7_1g0MDA/s1600-h/sinopsis3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGG86OMnCI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dFv7_1g0MDA/s400/sinopsis3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337195414389824546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGG8tMBDII/AAAAAAAAAps/jsUHDDct9Q0/s1600-h/sinopsis4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGG8tMBDII/AAAAAAAAAps/jsUHDDct9Q0/s400/sinopsis4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337195410891017346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGF5D-DsiI/AAAAAAAAApk/1hmjUqru78E/s1600-h/sinopsis5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGF5D-DsiI/AAAAAAAAApk/1hmjUqru78E/s400/sinopsis5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337194248775381538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGF44j0bvI/AAAAAAAAApc/-q41pjSHGdY/s1600-h/sinopsis6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGF44j0bvI/AAAAAAAAApc/-q41pjSHGdY/s400/sinopsis6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337194245712539378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGF44-YjWI/AAAAAAAAApU/RIjcDjLAG3Q/s1600-h/sinopsis7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGF44-YjWI/AAAAAAAAApU/RIjcDjLAG3Q/s400/sinopsis7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337194245823958370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGF4s_CQbI/AAAAAAAAApM/_7bw-vLYnL4/s1600-h/sinopsis8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGF4s_CQbI/AAAAAAAAApM/_7bw-vLYnL4/s400/sinopsis8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337194242605466034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGF4g-VGtI/AAAAAAAAApE/ySie-c-hmxQ/s1600-h/sinopsis9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGF4g-VGtI/AAAAAAAAApE/ySie-c-hmxQ/s400/sinopsis9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337194239381281490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th May 2009&lt;br /&gt;.this is Malam Sinopsis 2009. Staging at the black box!&lt;br /&gt;.meant for the cubs evolving into a young lion!&lt;br /&gt;.happy for them!&lt;br /&gt;.glad to help them&lt;br /&gt;.EQ were at risk&lt;br /&gt;.end the day late&lt;br /&gt;.supper with ssp loves&lt;br /&gt;.can't bear to be apart but need to go home. if not, george the jungle and jane will be screaming up and down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th May 2009&lt;br /&gt;a nice weekend at home. enjoy the sunshine. is this what weekend suppose to be? im longing for it and lost the feeling for it for 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1550721949102340349?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/1550721949102340349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=1550721949102340349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1550721949102340349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1550721949102340349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/05/16th-may-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ShGG89ekJ-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/D8-53p66pzc/s72-c/sinopsis1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-2793575090803423088</id><published>2009-05-16T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:29:11.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Sg3OwGHQ2OI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fb47Ua5pHOM/s1600-h/dian+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Sg3OwGHQ2OI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fb47Ua5pHOM/s400/dian+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336148459174025442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Sg3OwOrpnEI/AAAAAAAAAo8/x4QaqdRKiX0/s1600-h/dian+love+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Sg3OwOrpnEI/AAAAAAAAAo8/x4QaqdRKiX0/s400/dian+love+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336148461474126914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. met dian love, boys version!&lt;br /&gt;i was having migraine and happen abah was kind enough to send me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Takashimaya, Desa Kartika!&lt;br /&gt;Rate 7/10&lt;br /&gt;and bumped into sha's family. and he footed our bills.&lt;br /&gt;at first when we asked abt the bill, the waitress says ' finished'!&lt;br /&gt;we say that we finished eating and wanted for our bills.&lt;br /&gt;she repeated it again!&lt;br /&gt;we were confused till she said out bill been paid!&lt;br /&gt;hehe. a big thank you from us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baru main2 bile suruh blanja&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den met abg at cineleisure. taufeeq missing the fun!!&lt;br /&gt;angel and demon was at 1145. and end up we went for cuppage, cash box studio!&lt;br /&gt;gerek dok!&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of singing, din and i receive some sort like a dog tag from dian boys!&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;br /&gt;everything seems perfectly nice tonight! (including away from mom's you-know-what)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-2793575090803423088?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/2793575090803423088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=2793575090803423088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/2793575090803423088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/2793575090803423088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/Sg3OwGHQ2OI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fb47Ua5pHOM/s72-c/dian+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6055463675505396532</id><published>2009-05-12T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:09:14.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im still lazing at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration of Mother's day were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;however, the pre and post Mother's day were disastrous! menyampah! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6055463675505396532?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6055463675505396532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6055463675505396532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6055463675505396532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6055463675505396532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-lazing-at-home-celebration-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-7836239574392957547</id><published>2009-05-06T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:59:51.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SgB9sVVo-oI/AAAAAAAAAos/0ULqFOb8698/s1600-h/2797_1094914187045_1652287581_233219_2566259_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SgB9sVVo-oI/AAAAAAAAAos/0ULqFOb8698/s320/2797_1094914187045_1652287581_233219_2566259_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332400159402293890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;look! this picture was taken 3 years back. where boys and girls becoming a teenagers. shiyaks.&lt;br /&gt;and the time went pretty fast and furious, till now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to my facebook for pictures for PassingOutParade and Mayday bbq!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-7836239574392957547?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/7836239574392957547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=7836239574392957547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7836239574392957547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7836239574392957547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-this-picture-was-taken-3-years.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SgB9sVVo-oI/AAAAAAAAAos/0ULqFOb8698/s72-c/2797_1094914187045_1652287581_233219_2566259_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-5212787949524704068</id><published>2009-05-03T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:20:29.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wa wa wee!&lt;br /&gt;its mayday and im out of singapore on the eve.&lt;br /&gt;went to JB for family bbq at bik nora's.&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt leave singapore, i might be performing with dian love.&lt;br /&gt;how i miss dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the picture do the talking k.&lt;br /&gt;oh, the camera died on me in the evening. haiya!!!&lt;br /&gt;thank you ama for your lovely camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night didnt manage to sleep and went for a movie marathon on the cabel. the next day i'll be working morning shift, but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched this zombie thingy, hill got eye 2 and ardomena strain! sial arh, thriller all the way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenapalah tk kasi love story ker, cartoon ker...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat- work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun- mc!&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5 plus finding hard to swallow. gosh! i thought i was dreaming at first. then went for a drink. gosh, i was like gasping to swallow. i was panicking but b4 i wake my parents up, i went for a showere first. it reminds me of 2006 incident where i was referred to the hospital. not again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in my parent room, crying. of course, if ur in my place, u will cry as u can still remember how they poke your throat! abah went for ice cream early morning and mom was massaging the throat area.  aisey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the whole day im been sucking and licking ice creams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-5212787949524704068?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/5212787949524704068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=5212787949524704068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5212787949524704068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5212787949524704068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/05/wa-wa-wee-its-mayday-and-im-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-105785274527128624</id><published>2009-04-30T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:14:15.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being the one whom responsible for opening up a malay dance in SP was a huge one. im done talking about how i will be missing it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;by Abg Amin&lt;br /&gt;Remember my advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from your alumni.&lt;br /&gt;Educate yourself about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Express yourself through your passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect those who have earned your respect.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;And understand the power of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards...&lt;br /&gt;Soultari. &lt;/blockquote&gt;i love the way how he quoted it!&lt;br /&gt;especially, 'express yourself through passion'.&lt;br /&gt;a passion i revived it to reality for a year.&lt;br /&gt;people might condemned me of how i brought up SP tarian.&lt;br /&gt;however, that people should help instead of condemning.&lt;br /&gt;i left with a month. a SKEPTICAL one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the wish i hoping for is someone to live up my dream! to bring up SP in a proper way. perhaps an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;instructor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  *hint hint* please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, had training for the CCA drive.&lt;br /&gt;as for yesterday, training with dian love for their upcoming perf at taman this fri and sun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-105785274527128624?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/105785274527128624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=105785274527128624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/105785274527128624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/105785274527128624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-one-whom-responsible-for-opening.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-495456908712455104</id><published>2009-04-28T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:41:31.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emotional are back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately getting things too seriously i guess. it all bounced back of being appreciated! and abt friendship, it takes two hand to clap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to throw away those mindset. and get ready to embark in the journey of DEFENSING SINGAPORE! kept thinking of how's life in NS.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i will be quitting my job soon. either this weekend or next saturday. and up to me to accomplish my mission. mission of possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such as, prepare to leave responsible of being Senior ( self proclaimed) Cadet Inspector and Head of Tarian! Followed up completing my FTT, University admission (hopefully possible with that kind of GPA), my incomplete life matters, holidays and soul searching! wish me best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in NS, i could still apply my knowledge and leadership like i used to in NPCC.  however, i dont think i could be dancing away. Depend on which unit i will be transfer which depend on my free period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two word: REMEMBER ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-495456908712455104?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/495456908712455104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=495456908712455104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/495456908712455104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/495456908712455104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/04/emotional-are-back-lately-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1230810527768329899</id><published>2009-04-26T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:15:05.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DOT DOT DOT | wawasan warisan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work went out with DIAN loves to Nur Amalina Samin house!!&lt;br /&gt;in the bus, i was pretty worried if im lost again! the only guide that i knew was... STARBUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ama house was simple but elegant!&lt;br /&gt;everyone were lethargic i guess! get the DSLR, then off home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, i got something to share!&lt;br /&gt;Please take note, that i received my enlistment letter and going in on 5th JUNE! isnt that such a short notice! shiyaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked to see the letter on the table! grab the letter and ran shouting for happiness! no, anxiety, yes, nervousness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was expecting one after i received call from naim in between i ended my NPCC POP and heading towards to mosi cafe for dian loves! grrr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1230810527768329899?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/1230810527768329899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=1230810527768329899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1230810527768329899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1230810527768329899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/04/dot-dot-dot-wawasan-warisan-after-work.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1431261731560176432</id><published>2009-04-17T01:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:35:58.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pheww, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;let me pen down my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im waiting for my enlistment letter which im not sure when it coming. anxious plus frigthening. the faster the better. however, when the letter comes, im surely will be like, 'dang, why now, why not next year!'. but im looking forward to it. surely out from NS, i will be a dumb blonde, with the exceptional, im not a blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about dumb, im a fresh hot graduate from SP! looking back 3 years back, i think it went too fast till now. i remember the time i enrolled into SP and making friends with my classmates. and how i make my way up! next week, it will be the academic year of 09/10! haiz, i miss classes, tutorials, labs and practicals. no mentioning meet up with your fellow arty goers.sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking abt sch, i did badly and get lousy GPA! but i still applying for NTU! insyallah! i wana appeal for my last semester, but most of my friend says, ' ey mana kau ble appeal unless kau fail'. mom had warned me! what a waste! 13 points for ur O level and u graduate from SP with a lousy GPA! too much arty activities kot! think back, might as well i repeat another 6 months rather than u go too another sch and restart whole academic years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plan is, during NS, its either i take private dip or A level. so when i finish NS, i go str8 to local Uni. If not, after NS, i go to SIA engineering, blue/white collar job or overseas uni!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYF 2009 cum SPMLS FOC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i have fun during these period of time! meanwhile, tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think if SYF and FOC falls on different days, double happiness. cuz i will enjoying both events that i always looking fwd to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPMalay Language Society Freshmen Orientation Camp (6th - 9th April 2009)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore Youth Festival 2009 Malay Dance Central Judging ( 6th- 8th April 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday 6th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school around 11am. thought of putting my bags over at SP then rushed to Marsilling helping out in Marsilling Sec preparation for their SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but end up i stayed in SP and join welcoming the freshies from the MRT! its fun! reminicing the past! the day i stepped into SP to join this camp! so the rest of the time, played ice breaker and introduction! around 3pm, i walked off and make my way to UCC for SYF. at the moment, i feel like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belen2&lt;/span&gt; in the camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anxiously i walked over to the bustop. this will be my 1st time going and witnessing the central judging for Malay dance! oh gosh! pretty girls and dudes running all over with thick foundation and heavy make ups. haha, dancing is like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; thing for me right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;stayyed till the end of the show and went back to school alone, despite there's a vehicle that can send me there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school and joined the fun with my arty friends. hehe. and happen some of the ssp had a meeting and were invited to have dinner as well. after dinner, smoke break then off to station for the next activity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to the station with su, syakirah, asmida, diah and some other people i cant remember right nw! went there, blast the music to sing and dance! i dance till i sweat! so played for few rounds and off to bunk and went for a shower! 1 word, URGHH! packed bag and off to SIGLAP at around 11pm. at the moment, i felt, ' dang, i will miss the fun!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so board the train, with few passengers onboard. silently it glide over to pasir ris! then took the cold bus and it went silently driving in between the neighbourhood! and stop over in front of siglap where i met the nadia-s! they slurping away their crabby instant noodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr tharman fetched us in front of the gate and str8 away recognised me! impressive! then thought of sleeping in with the girls in the alumi room but mr tharman asked us to sleep in the pantry! oooo! topsy turvy office but nice pantry for u to hang out! helped myself with a packed of rice and mocha! then played around and fall to sleep on the sofas at 3am! woke at 5am and make our way to alumni room. the girls look ready for their THE day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 3 of us worked hard till the rest of the alumnis like fifa, jija, syasya,fana and aishah, came to the rescue! so nad, nad and me went for a shower. there's a shower room beside the DNT room! but end up im in the girls toilet! haha. put a stack of chairs infront of the door! and took a bath and we had fun! each time nads wanna go out from the cubicle, i go in! there's a point of time, there's group of boys standing outside the shower room! sial arh! they were cheering for their friends at basket ball court! dang! wait till they cleared off and we moved off! once we reached the alumni room, the girls were ready and move off for practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in the bus the alumni and me cheered our way to UCC while the girls look stressed up and fall to sleep! we walked in bringing this group of girls and felt like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; choreographer muda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (tp takleh kalahkan dengan meletup xxxxxxx)&lt;/span&gt;. then we walked to the gallery. walked in and saw northland sec. waved to them like mad! most of the girls like estatically waved back. they called the next person sit next to them to notify im there! haha. rupa2nya, ada crite disebalik itu! ada crite hangat aku dgn nennot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg izwan came in afterward with glummy face! he was utterly dissapointed and sad as he did not make it to put on lipstick and earring for his girls as he could not catch up with the bus on the road. however, they did great. Siglap did great too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the break in between the intervals, nad nad and i sitted down at the cafe with a hungry stomach. while the rest leave us in a lurch and gone for lunch! its ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, when the next interval about to commence, we walked into the gallery and watched the rest of the judging. rushed back to school for our arty performance! i had fun! at night, left irsyad jeff aidil diah and me! the rest went to sleep and some played around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wak sent us to al ameen and we stayed there for supper. till 3am we slacked there and we hiked back to SP. imagine how far we went! breathing heavily in the heavy evaporation of the morning dew. we encounter big snake which we ignored and continue walking! lol. and by the time we reached t15, on the damn fan and slept till 6 plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up then bathe again at t11a. travelled to MI for another round of hairdos! and i love the chicken mayo kat sana! sedap sak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to UCC and im with mr penari botak! watched tertiary items and waited till 3.00pm for the results. best of what! and verdictswere out! some were uexpected and some were not! few schools reached to top with honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the long day made me abit cranky cuz im on an empty stomach besides the chicken mayo. and i dont know why i dont bother to buy food at the cafe even though its expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we're the last one to come out from the UCC. then off and back to camp for night walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;dot dot dot. malas lak nk update psl camp. nnt2 yer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1431261731560176432?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-5422662655909607954</id><published>2009-03-27T02:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:34:35.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ScvIzoHdGwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/sBuX4R-4fQo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just wanna update with what im been up to, besides countering with this emotional blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotional blackmailing - the right term i been longing to find for describing human being esp your you-know-who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im been occupied with;&lt;br /&gt;dance.training.imam/bilal course.shows.kenduri.annualnpcccamp.reunionbbqdinnerwithsecbunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;just go to my facebook and walla!&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/ScvI0ljc1YI/AAAAAAAAAoc/bl10yqLuDZg/s72-c/untitled4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-7675780869349997475</id><published>2009-03-26T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:05:24.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya allah ya tuhanku, sekarang aku pula yang menjadi bahan masalah pada mata pelihat!&lt;br /&gt;salahkah aku rujuk kepeada seseorang?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-3613240804663634813</id><published>2009-03-25T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:59:14.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perasaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emosi yang tidak boleh dimain-mainkan&lt;br /&gt;akan tentu aku akan berpihak kepada perasaanku&lt;br /&gt;tetapi ia akan memberat sebelah bagi suatu masalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seperti malam ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku berpihak bagi perasaanku&lt;br /&gt;terpendam dalam ke sanubariku walaupun punca pada kesalahan aku juga&lt;br /&gt;terlalu rumit untuk berkata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ia berahkir dalam satu pengtengkaran&lt;br /&gt;pengtengkaran yang merupai aliran air mata, bukan kemarahan&lt;br /&gt;pihak tengah memilih untuk menegakkan situasi untukku&lt;br /&gt;terharu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ia lalu menukar menjadi hiba kerna aku mendengar penjelasan dari pihak yang aku bertengkar &lt;br /&gt;perasaanku berbelah bagi&lt;br /&gt;kerna dicampur aduk perkara luar dari puncanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hati ke hati&lt;br /&gt;aku meminta maaf darimu&lt;br /&gt;syurga terletak di telapak kakimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-3613240804663634813?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/3613240804663634813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=3613240804663634813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3613240804663634813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3613240804663634813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/03/perasaan-emosi-yang-tidak-boleh-dimain.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6907228261097560498</id><published>2009-03-14T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:36:41.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey, he's back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day beefore yesterday, he was in my deep deep reflection thoughts. never a miss to flash back to his past and think about the present. he was consoled by someone that near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tear drops!&lt;br /&gt;he just told himself, he's not crying. the tears were just cleansing his eyes. just like washing away his problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after realising, he felt lost and wondered why the deep reflection as he should not think about it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he type out, " treasuring my second life". he was revive from death. maybe he should do something beneficial for his second life.  not all people got their second life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he browsed through blogs owned by his friends. he felt his stuck in the present. now he's totally doing something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he should &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he should &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;stop making new friends as he need to look up for his other friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he should &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;make the circle smaller and smaller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he should&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; lessen his current activities such as dancing and do something sociallites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he should &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;withdraw his money and spend it out without thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;do something more beneficial; exercise, upgrade himself with more knowledge, put himself closer to Almighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;need someone to love him, care for him and indulge in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he should &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;be appreciated and a pat from the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he should &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;limit himself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he should &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not stop himself by working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;go to every love one, and kiss the person and say "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he should stop reflectioning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6907228261097560498?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6907228261097560498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6907228261097560498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6907228261097560498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6907228261097560498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-hes-back-again-day-beefore.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8646613801664599937</id><published>2009-03-12T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:36:29.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;life is full of up n down.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when ur down, no one knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;except this H.A came along and whispered to my ear to buck up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;embrace my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so i reflected about my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I should tresured my second life. Revive after death when i had a birth heart problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thank you!&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/27646004-8646613801664599937?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8646613801664599937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8646613801664599937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8646613801664599937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8646613801664599937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-full-of-up-n-down.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-4743980091872861633</id><published>2009-03-04T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:23:21.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gues whose back. back again! wawawawawaim back after a sudden M.I.A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me recap what i have done for the past 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr ridhwan rahmat had revive too from his M.I.A. it happen at the same time with mine. haha. kambing betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-fyp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done with FYP. at last. but for me, im like hanging by a threat. On the day of interview, Mr Tan warned me. He asked whether im repeating any module which i don't. hmm, what if i say i do. i think he will not reluctant to put me back for another semester. no way im doing that.&lt;br /&gt;Ya allah kasilah aku kekuatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naim was giving me cold shoulders. the only way is to confront and apologize. for now, we're good! Right from the start, i knew he could nail it. i should'nt took the structuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-semestral examination (LAST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang. im not prepared. i'm seriously stuck in my bad habit, which is to procrastinate. for example, O level, i prepared months before exam. In poly exams, week before. Mst, day before. my last n final exam, ON THE DAY BEFORE. throughout the exam period, im having a cramps all over. reason being, i stop training suddenly which i used to train daily. n throughout the exam period, my parents were rather supportive in the sense of sending n fetching me, cook for me, accompany me and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im seriously playing black listed in mark n spencer. when my record and attendance is gooodd, i will play dirtty. come n go as i please. but if i had been warn, i will back to normal good working boy. and that's how i play the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to workthere anymore. i need a change of environment. im been working for 2 years down the road and there's no staff benefits: 25% staff discount, Annual leave, medical insurance and more more more. fcuking hell with naz. everytime i asked her aout the card, she will simply says why u need the staff benefits for. fcuk bodoh! she will find an excuse, oh i dont know hows ur conduct and what u made agreement back at vivo. anyway, i had worked in raffles city for a year already. isnt that good enough to earn the benefit. bloody idiot. confirm kau nyek dosa bertempek. haha (who am i to talk about dosa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh yeah, i was transferred to food dept due to not enough staff coverage. 1 advantage, i will not bump into insecure worker such as joy. and 1 disadvantage, i will be working with wendy loh instead of wendy tang. bloody idiot. tu lagi bodoh! Why every company must have 1-2 spoilt upper management brat. dont think they could throw their authorities that they could overwhelm my patience. all the food dept had named her 'admin'. reason being, she likes to sit in office. even on weekends. i caught her red handed, doing non-important documents. babi betul. kalau aku tembak, da lama shoot. pukimak. pls remind me, to fcuk her upsidedown before i resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh anyway back to the climax. i complained about her to naz. but i put in the nicest way by commenting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i commented:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- she never treat her staff welfares properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- she talked so bloody loud- she's the one who put all the cartons outside the door and block customer's way (she denied)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- never give instruction and expect us to do it (actually OTOT but we just ignore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- she never do the proper ettiquete of cashering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you see im just standing up to my own justice and my rights. dont u think ur a supervisor u can just walked away. and i can be rebelious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for example:&lt;br /&gt;- there's one time she from office heading out. and i from cashier, calling her loudly, where she's gg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- i ever did expiry calender. wendy tang approached me, saying actually its her job. so the next morning she asked me to do the expiry calender, i simply told her off, saying thats her job. she got the cheek saying its ours, and we never do it, hence, shes been the one doing it. what the fuck. she may be bully the pity china girl, but not me biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh, the week after i 'commented' her, veron looked for me. apparently she noes about the complain. her keyword during her 'talk' was TEAMWORK. where the fcuk is her team work in the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh gosh, alex is resigning and i get to noe russel is gonna resign. haha. padan muka kau wendy. all the problem willl always start from the food dept. lets see who will fall first.&lt;br /&gt;enough about the politics.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just ate sakae sushi with nixia n hui tong. it was worth it. but pls be remind, that you will be stuffing yourselfs with rice! so u gonna be full in just a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DIAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woosh.&lt;br /&gt;past 1 month and few dayss, we been practising for our production, NADI. back n forth gg CC to practise. and as the day is dueing, we been practising daily. Kallang and Cairnhill is our temporary shelter for foods, warmth and happiness. Bonds were created especially among ama, taufeeq and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about myself? hmm. not that strong. making small mistakes here and there. but alhamdulillah, i think i had improved at the end of the day. dancing is part of my passion. and i had to hide in from my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason being;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. im facing final year examination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. they dislike culture things since quarrel outbreak bet them and my sister. my sister had went to far reaching her passion. but alhamdulillah, she had toned down and do the right thing in life, which is to be her own bredwinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. they had misconcept of boys in the dancing world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh what happen on the day of prooduction??haha. when there in the morning. i had told abah about my activity as he had assumed right. so when there with my recent haircut. it was abit of disastrous but i can live with it. so they had sent me down to went for a trim. then get prepared for stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the way, the butterfly feeling come n go as it please. but on thee day itself, nothing happen. no butterfly no shivering no what! i had no more stage fright! HAHA. so the production went on smoothly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about the quick change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha. luckily we were given a room. we went strip and get with another clothes. everything ok except during Joget Si Paku Geylang. As i dance, i felt my samping n bengkong was loosely pinned and feel gonna slip away. but i just adjust and went ahead. when about halfway through, it went down. i my kain fell down and my bengkonng slipping at my hand. just in time, i catch my samping with one hand. the bengkong was such a hindrance and i just threw it behind. and all the way, i dance with hand. anyway, ADIK BERADIK JATUHKAN KAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the comment received was fairly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;until now, mama had no idea. but i think she got feeling that i was dancing. she ever saw the brochures with my picture inside. dang! i just find my way out with lies.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to the supporters: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thank your for coming and the chocolates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to those never come: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was dissapoiinted with everyone. cuz i think i did so much things for you all and i never feel your appreciation by not cominng to my show. i noe its exam period. but cant u just take hours off and support me? if u think about exam, at that time, u should be ready. just the my show as an entertainment. but let bygones be bygones.&lt;br /&gt;if u wanna come also no tix cuz weeks after publicised, we had sold out our tix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-SP dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u girls better find your way up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to my NKN, thx for so much fun!such as suprise graduation party to seoul garden n karaoke.crazinessKeppel bayn more!&lt;br /&gt;now im a unoffically a graduate becuz waiting for results. which i hoping to pass. mudah2an.my weekdays will be spend by sitting at home n enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;embed src="&lt;a href="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="300" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" FLASHVARS="album_id=ezaddhieqal:photos:128&amp;amp;security=F2vZb5G7s29pKPFkKwYuqQ&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-4743980091872861633?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/4743980091872861633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=4743980091872861633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4743980091872861633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4743980091872861633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/03/gues-whose-back.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-97474147860985223</id><published>2009-01-08T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:20:59.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SWTRr2-UpbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/J0G91Kih7Gw/s1600-h/SDC12142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288582413861299634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SWTRr2-UpbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/J0G91Kih7Gw/s320/SDC12142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the tepuk sepuluh lady, there she is (on the right hand side with the bun hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. on new year, we're gg to johor with ADAM!&lt;br /&gt;basically everyone woke up late. and then we rushed to wdld to meet my uncle first cuz we're convoying. oh its his bdae on 1st Jan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached johor checkpoint. everything new. and mmg azman went ahead of us. the reason mmg azman asking us to tagging to johor besides shopping was to familiarize with the road. and the day was pretty hectic for him. where he stuck with mateen's hollers and crying, with bibik's panic in the disco moment and feeling the reality of xbox's car crashing games (refering to the harsh road and the way msian drives their car condition).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside the restraunt, at the carpark, he scratch other car while reversing. it happen when the car jus got out from the lot and giving way to mmg. but mmg reverse too fast and scratch the car. lucikly the guy was civilian. baba tag along with him to workshop. end up byr 10ringgit bile g wkshp tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mmg azman cheerful day turned out make to be not so good. kena saman, scratch kreta org, pressured and bla bla bla. kesian die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thurs 7/01&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this week, for third year EEE students, all the classes will be cancelled due to SPINNOVEX. dang. dont talk abt it. hope it will pass fast cuz we didnt maake it. its my fault! fcuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concurrently, school will be having open hs. thy hired us to perform on thurs, which apparently tmr. from mon-tues, we stayed back to practise. and after my shower early morning, had a missed call from fahmy on my phone. i called back, and he told me ning cancelled our perf. mcm siak. nasib aku kat rumah blum pinjam baju. and buat penat jek kite practice. on another hand, at least we manage to complete the dance. tp mcm siak. babi betul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-97474147860985223?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/97474147860985223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=97474147860985223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/97474147860985223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/97474147860985223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember-tepuk-sepuluh-lady-there-she.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SWTRr2-UpbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/J0G91Kih7Gw/s72-c/SDC12142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8949561958145682268</id><published>2009-01-07T01:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:26:27.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SWTQs4bb0NI/AAAAAAAAAnI/BGdNzMTWtb8/s1600-h/SDC12142.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SWTLVHLyX1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/hcx4BKEpJf0/s1600-h/dian+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288575426005983058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SWTLVHLyX1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/hcx4BKEpJf0/s320/dian+poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm 2009 has started&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im still idling around. never do what i used to do. taking pictures, edit pictures, blogging and those normal person does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what did i left in 2008?&lt;/strong&gt; : my memories, my past and the teenage lifehood that gona last for another 9 more months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a flashback of a year ago, we were celebrating new year with my lovely friends in KL. not a coincidental but an arrangement celebration. walking through the crowd by holding hands of each other, warming each other after a rainfall, scared but not afraid because there's someone that you can trust and lots more.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, im still celebrating with them, right in singapore! hehe. we had fun, took pictures with firework backdrop, talking crap, played games and still smell of friendships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolution:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe all this thing. i believe, if you need to be a better person, it should be your responsible to be one and need not to have this resolution to make you one. it happen at that point of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it works if you have no any self esteem issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you notice back in your sec sch, there's like a poster promoting CONFIDENT, STRONG, BLA BLA BLA and those boosting your self issues.. initially i find it crapp. but sometimes, you need one to remind you for brain boosting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me countdown my days by letting me to translate it into words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh anyway, at the period, im still having my holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found out, the mosque at City hall was no ordinary mosque. it belong to diff mazhab (group). at first thought it was syi'a. we still can pray there, but try not to follow the crowd and their way if u unsure and doubt abt them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, throughout the week, been to training for wedding events. tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;christmas&lt;/strong&gt;, the only day off. but we received a very sad news. obek mok had passed on due to her ilness which im unsure off. add on, kak lina was geting married at that very weekend. danng!! and all the tentages were up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, been there till zuhr and off to mmg wahib hs. its mmg's bdae and we having a BBQ. weeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;full force i think. a reunion. play.eat.laugh.picture taking. oh and of cuz, the gluttons were ard eating off what we bbq-ed for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, &lt;strong&gt;26/12&lt;/strong&gt;, went to work to change shift and back to paya lebar. spent 3 hours choosing costumes and the stuffs. there's many people renting at the same time. god knows how they earning money in such a short time and clever strategy. sure kebabom! what i meant, $35 per costumes, 3 days rental and stuffs. do your owwn maths. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all along my parents were in paya lebar. ahha. and in the evning met them for dinner at ARNOLD!!! wohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on &lt;strong&gt;27/12&lt;/strong&gt;, went to work as usual but at 3pm, rushed down to tampines for wedding show. haha. celit foundation sampai rosak tu stick, cut my finger back at work, anxiety and hungry! HAHA. the only biggest fear was, the wedding show was just across st from my house. whats the probability that my mom would see me? he reason being, baba park kreta kat carpark across the st, which apparently where i am. da komplot dgn baba dah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything went well, excluding the lots of mistakes we did during the show. due to space constraint and last min practice. it turned out that my budak got alot of himbos rather than bimbos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHARKS, the kendarat at the wedding show happen to be fityan masjid. dang. familiar-yet-never-talk-before people seen and the only person i talked with was faris. dannng. he found out. i put a finger on my lips to hush, and i think he doesnt figure out the sign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh then i think im too early for home, i waited at the stairs waiting for my parents gg out for dinner party or smth. i merely waited for half an hour. the reason, not to flash my pretty face around! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28/12&lt;/strong&gt;, went to wdland early morning for another wedding show. kiwek,grand gilerr.. and i like their concept, with marhaban in the morning on stage. getting ready while waiting for the girls. did my own make up. and kiwak, the person who accompany the girls, hmm.. masyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ronald macdonald, ciputan, kudut but nice and soft spoken person. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;still waiting for the pictures for them to upload. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i rushed to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next 3 days i'm schooling. i slept in lecture and tutorial. not all but some.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on tues night, went down to NYP to support their annual production. esp my dian peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;talking abt DIAN, i would like to promote our annual production. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dian Dancers presenting: NADI 13th feb 09, Tampines East CC, 7.30pm, $8 &lt;a href="http://www.diandancers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.diandancers.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pls do come support me and izzah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau tk dtg, aku black mail org yg org pi tgk mega perdana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here goes: " oh korg pi tgk, byr $30 dollar boleh. ni stkaat $8 jek. sana tkda org perf. kat aku nyek production, aku perform and this will be my first dance production. hehe. kalau tknk dtg, tkpelah. pikir apa aku tolong krg dulu, ikhlas. HEHE. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well. oh on new year eve, support jeff and rreyza's band on the 2008 last lunch time performance. then meeting. igt nk shopping lps tu tp end up at we celebrating shamil's bdae at marina sq. bought him donuts. igt nk balik lps tu, but i stayed for quite sometimes, and end up celebrating new year. but i tell u, the celebration was quite boring. a 3mins firework. but we had fun taking pictures. and i even had a chance did a coverage (video recording) on the footage of chinese mid-age woman gave a thumbs up to the firework andd did 'tepuk-sepuluh'. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thx to epin, i got a free ride home. he's ard the corner and luckily he's patience. hHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but end up we at filzah's void deck squeezing ideas for prod. with ice milo and instant noodle. and i was like dozing off. and izzad and me walked back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 0 0 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/27646004-8949561958145682268?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8949561958145682268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8949561958145682268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8949561958145682268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8949561958145682268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm-2009-has-started-and-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SWTLVHLyX1I/AAAAAAAAAnA/hcx4BKEpJf0/s72-c/dian+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1522694445407269161</id><published>2008-12-19T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:49:43.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the ssp went to tanjung pinang with kemuning. take care people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, in singapore, on monday, its jeff's bdae!&lt;br /&gt;but was to shag and need to clear fyp proj.&lt;br /&gt;still idling on my hardware, reports and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;throughout the week, we came and fruitless achievement due to spoil parts.&lt;br /&gt;each time, mr tan came, im not around. dangg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when naim and i gg to buy parts at aljunied, we got lost.&lt;br /&gt;the direction naim noted down was to stop at the 3rd bustop. then we walked in and asked for directions from the people.then each person gave different direction. we were lost. it took us half an hour to discover kallang pudding. and it turn out to be 2 roads down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's dance training for wedding event and production, both dian and ssp.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how im gonna take time off from work or work C shift. i'm been warned quite few times and i labelled myself as a black sheep. i tell you, im the record breaker for taking most leave/MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, went to town with aqilah and jeff. supposedly, a treat from aqilah at swensens. but we secretly planned it to be also a belated bdae suprise. he didnt expect much and was delighted. and we had a scrumptious meal and nice cookies and cream cake. sedap! then we walked to PS and unexpectedly catched the sneak preview of twilight. gerek kepe. its 7 star rating according to jeff, meaning its good but not great. then when home with bus and taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, went to town again, with nixia and huitong. was reluctant when reaching. when to cathay hs, went to aston. its not halal and there's pork. and decide to stick with water.. then walked around PS and joined back with my ssp friends that happen to be around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs, met hady at city hall and off for jalan2 before training. and seriously i just found out a mosque at peninsula. its an indian muslim mosque. there's one near dhoby. but this is nearer. now no excuse for nopt praying during lunch break. they have this nice monument around. a nice place for photography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1522694445407269161?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/1522694445407269161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=1522694445407269161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1522694445407269161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1522694445407269161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-7055591622946075572</id><published>2008-12-09T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:21:31.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously, and repeating history,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im been neglecting my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 week of holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laptop gonna crash soon. and i using the smallest laptop ever. and its not even mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im coming back once i settled my stuffs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-7055591622946075572?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/7055591622946075572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=7055591622946075572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7055591622946075572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7055591622946075572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/12/seriously-and-repeating-history-im-been.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-4529550479912472467</id><published>2008-11-26T13:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:35:15.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;oh i told myself, if i wanna move on with life, i have to update my this bloody blog first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm lets see. what's new??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never better. JOY is fcuking-sensitive-31yrsold-faggot-plpns. still not talking or making the first move. and guess what? noone notice that we're having cold shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;oh at least i got a morning shift! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i made a history. i quarrelled with a customer on the phone. HAH. best kepe.. i dont want to be racists, because i quarrelled with an indian customer. puki kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it began like this. she called in to check stock for ladies garment. before i transfer the call to ladies dept, she warn me to make sure they pick up instantly. the reason being that she's been put on hold for 15 mins when she called Centrepoint. CP mmg siak, tak pernah nk angkat telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the call that been transfered to ladies, bounce back to men's and apparently i picked up the call again. and she's whining. and kiwek, with my pissed calm voice, i talk back to her. she kept quiet and starts to whine after i say, 'this is not a win-win situation' and 'lets get this over and done with'. haha. she never mention want to complain but she asked me to tell my supervisor abt my attitude. if i tell my supervisor, probably she laugh her head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the customer, she nag2. i had this mindset to just put down the phone. lazy lah.. took down her enquiry and check stock for her. and everything went ok and when i about to put down the phone, i just apologize for the 'attitude'. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: those working on the retail line, u could try that. its fun lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;malay dancing-lancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;previously on the verge of giving up. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"no pay, not being respect and less keen dancers."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulu semua tu erti takut, skrg da pijak atas kepala&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jangan kerna nila jatuh setitik, rosak susu cap gantung aku sua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aft the week of trash out session, situation went back to normal. it made me jump for joy till i put aside my report that due in hour which i submit 2hours late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past dance events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=izzahoolala:photos:2&amp;amp;security=euZM2aq4OG3sVlXlLmwo5A&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=izzahoolala:photos:2&amp;amp;security=euZM2aq4OG3sVlXlLmwo5A&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls ignore the picture of me with those fake hair. picture decribes a thousands meaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this was a Farewell Party for Thailand-Singapore Exchange Program. oh we had a 1week of training. Dancing to the song of Nona Singapura. the same item that we dance during the PAP gathering at Marina Country Club. and featuring the Snr Lions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barisan Penari-Penari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Md Sadiq Hamzah&lt;br /&gt;Jeffri Natawate M M&lt;br /&gt;Syed Arif&lt;br /&gt;Khairul Anwar Ahmad Basha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Wahida Salleh&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah Sapiuna&lt;br /&gt;Nur Faridah Unus&lt;br /&gt;Suhailah Munajat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and helpers like sahidah, aqilah, izzah and hazah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh their sceptical of dancing were huge but effort was paid off after the show. and an apology of costume mulfunction. we were given a 9.30am LOA and need to be for rehearsal at 10am. However, there was no need for us due to our familiarisation of stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left like around 1 hour for a make up. i hate a rushing job. but yet its a custom to us eversince CLAP! HAHA. we even argue with mr helmi on the phone. once done, we ran from MLS to MOB. and eyes set on us looking curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIAN dancing lancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh..&lt;br /&gt;i love the company. and hang out with the boys, hmm, which at same height where u stood and looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i did Hari Raya Showcase at Kallang CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=ezaddhieqal:photos:110&amp;amp;security=CO18gud3LuDaOBdYAkBaDw&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and its during the weekend. i took half day work and rush over to Kallang CC. we had abundance of time. and seriously had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cahaya Aidilfitri'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yemD22tp-Z4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yemD22tp-Z4&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Lebaran'-Dangdut Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aqohOZbe9Gs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aqohOZbe9Gs&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was still the raya season and cipah drive her rented car over. so after the TCS, hop in cipah's car with abg ajit, abg amin, along and me. so after make the turn to yishun, we diverted our route to Seletar Camp Water Damp/reservoir/breaker (choose 1 because i don't know which is the correct one)&lt;br /&gt;seriously had fun, taking pictures in the middle of the road, bumper, forkliftand more. and there's one part my pants torn apart due to the attempt of putting my right leg on the barricate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: abg, biler mau upload gambar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next halloween hangout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually its the girl night out!&lt;br /&gt;hadi and i met at dover and make our to PS. and as per normal, the girls were super duper late.&lt;br /&gt;and let me warn you, dont ever sit outside near the christmas tree. people will come touting you. first, w were approached by these two surveyor but end up talking and spreading of their christinity belief. then came along this ex-offenders selling gift cards away. then group of party crasher kental boys, in their mat rip clothes with stupid tacky head gear/masks. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then meet the girls, had super at KFC and off to Henderson wave. oh, suprisingly lut approached me.&lt;br /&gt;then we off to henderson waves. parked somewhere safe and we hike up. oh, we cam-whored! and we played 'tribal council' and 'don't do the same verbal/gestures'. kekek or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forfeits that we're done:&lt;br /&gt;izzah - catwalk + tek kotek kotek&lt;br /&gt;hadi - dancing to beat of 'when i grow up'&lt;br /&gt;myself- insane parent whom lost and drop his child below henderson wave &lt;/div&gt;nadia gong - mina tudung msia with short sleeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cipah - went round and round &lt;/div&gt;dee - roll up the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh one more thing, we had a couple spectator watching at our silly act. but seriously, they came far away from godknowswhere, and they wasting their time by being entertain by us. pfft. oh, it turn out to be cipah's friend or someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;then we went home. convoy to sent each of us home. and aiseyman, cipah bwk kite pusing2 lah! HAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dian 6th anniversary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrate our anniversay on the 12th December 2008. gerek kepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met hady and izzah. hady brought his beefsteak. then meet the rest down there. everyone worn black. satu2 vogue, aku sorg jek mcm beach bum. alah, lelaki per. and we got a mask! seriously, it was like a witch council. and at that time, police was doing their rounds. nasib tak tangkap kite ke hapa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each of us got a roses. then we there's cake cutting, sparkling water, charade and much more. oh berita tergempak, ama whipped up a macroni goreng. and it turns out deli-sious! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then went home with aftermaths training pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hari Raya Haji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve, after work, went to auntie hs. phew, just in time for the makan2. HAHA. then after that, went to mosque. take a look at the kambing2.. in few hours, it will be their big day! went back home thinking that baba and i will be coming back to the mosque, but end up baba went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so woke up at 6am and went to mosque. reach around 7 and waited for 1 hour. i kept falling asleep. after prayer, went to the kitchen to help out the ladies. they were cooking nasi bryani dam and soup kambing. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i went out for a while to buy plastic. gonna walk to the nearby malay shop. but it was closed. went to ntuc, dont have. and end up i went to tamp west cc area. kiwek, damn far lah.. took nearly 1 hour. anyway, helping the ladies were quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most fun part of the day, i get to cut the goat's tongue out from the head. it was pretty gorss but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to obek's. played with mateen and celeb his belated bird-day that was 1 month ago. HAHA. mateen was naughty and at the end of the day, he dance to the song of chik chika boom, siti haida, move it and ice ice baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semarak Kasturi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, SP gonna collabrating with Kemuning. performing for the Asian Festival. initially i wanna stay out of any activities besides my dance but end up i help in wardrobe and makeup. seriously they have the collections but its quite old but it still can be use. best kepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, it was annoying as we have no quideline and we need to do by ourself. and scrap the 1st draft and everything. and last min job. dang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the real day, it was fun helping them out. and worse because the day after was MST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, my plan for study two weeks before the exam doesnt come in reality. i studied the night before. but everyting goes well. i confident in passing the three modules. 1 was manageable and another 2, i got the results for the MCQ and i passed it. so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the last exam, met some of the sspians and lepak at mosi then zam2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after celeb wano's belated bdae, we lepak at airport. then left jihad, ida, izzad and me. jihad wanna lepak more and offered to lepak at tampines. izzad and i were shock and sanggup to lepak too esp me. i went back home, put my things and went to the nearby Mr Teh Tarik. lpeak till 4am lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, need to finish up my FYP. i keep idling man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: if i remember my past event, i will update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-4529550479912472467?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/4529550479912472467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=4529550479912472467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4529550479912472467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4529550479912472467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-i-told-myself-if-i-wanna-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8087063075073072380</id><published>2008-11-21T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:17:37.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always busy. aft lect, met aqilah to set her hair, for choices of hairstyles for her MMSP.&lt;br /&gt;then went to kampung, pay the outstanding bills and get the quots.&lt;br /&gt;took bus to the lavendar to get balsa wood.&lt;br /&gt;took bus to bras basah, to get foam.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, last min remaking of fyp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hoping the impossible to become I-M-POSSIBLE! who knows we can get to appeal to be in the SPINNOVEX.  keep hoping! the reason being of the intresting and attractive proj. i should work on it and not to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aft everything, went for the third year assembly. 1st n last such an assembly happening in my SP life. normally it will be talks and craps. some perfs and 'short' talk by the entreprenuer of the year (he's quite a chatterbox).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we get a KFC/PIZZA treat from sch. and khalaf, such a public nuisance. how he enjoy MOST, MOST of the time teasing people. and while walking, notice two spots of chili sauce on my berms. and obviously khalaf will be mocking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then followed by meet up with jeffs, irsyad and pravin. pravin is the guy that makes your ass shut your laughter. hhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rushed to DIAN'S training! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8087063075073072380?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8087063075073072380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8087063075073072380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8087063075073072380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8087063075073072380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-always-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-5504414977028738483</id><published>2008-11-13T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:45:01.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh its pouring outside and im in the library sitting alone waiting for 3pm lecture&lt;br /&gt;During the easy breezy morning, i woke up, contemplating of bathing and end up i step out from the house at 9.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 mins more to go for my 10am lect.&lt;br /&gt;thought that could make it for the tutorial but guess wrong, they complete way too earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now contemplating of either gg for aqilah's rehearsal or tonight training. The reason being i coming home late for this whole week. jeezz.. mum fall sick and she's abit irritating.&lt;br /&gt;aite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-5504414977028738483?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/5504414977028738483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=5504414977028738483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5504414977028738483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5504414977028738483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-13-09-2008-oh-its-pouring.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6724965305060249664</id><published>2008-10-30T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:33:49.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>29th October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like im finally breaking the virgin of this 1 month-never-update-at-all blog.&lt;br /&gt;9am, step into the 8am tutorial class n followed by a half the time sleeping in a 1.5 lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for natawate like half an hour then met wano n shira at fc3. when friends meet friends, it will spell out KECOH! and athira n sarah tagging with us to JP!&lt;br /&gt;as usual we will laugh like 'heaven and earth'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get our lunch at BANQUET and talk apa2 yg patut! after lunch, we merayap around JP. there's nth much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WAIT! NGANTUK! BESOK CONTINUE. INSYALLAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6724965305060249664?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6724965305060249664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6724965305060249664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6724965305060249664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6724965305060249664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/10/29th-october-like-im-finally-breaking.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-405068182045020366</id><published>2008-10-05T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:00:50.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeee, in few hours time, we gonna celebrate hari raya! in the evening, went to auntie dila hs for takbir with family. oh sampai jek, kite str8 away buka. then followed by takbir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that rushed home for sinar lebaran. sebenarnya, aku da tgk live dah! then tunggu2 angah nak g geylang nak beli songkok, last food hunt and wash2 eyes! end up lpas die letak quetex, den die tdo. ada ke patut! i tried to wake her up, yet she slept like a golly-log!hmmph. end up im the one who watched over the oven for last min kueh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-405068182045020366?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/405068182045020366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=405068182045020366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/405068182045020366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/405068182045020366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-30-09-2008-weeeeeeeeeeee-in-few.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-7078627285540615401</id><published>2008-10-03T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:48:29.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 2 more day people to the BIG DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon, went ard sate grg at my mom's girl sibling's hs and we end off at obek's hs. and this cute lil mateeen ran from his room and greeted us. da kurus die. apa tidak, asik lari jek, bukan nak jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at 2pm, went to meet as at cck to collect costumes from diah's hs. otw to the mrt station, saw cik rafidah walking aimlessly towards the bushes and starts to pluck off the leaves. ermm, giler kot unless that leaves are useful. then i continue walking, then saw uncle jalil. kaws, takkan die tunggu cik rafidah kan. setahu aku, diorg da bercerai! ish, kepo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after collecting the costumes, we headed down to novena and meet diah there. and we walked to ttsh. the environment had changed eversince i last moment at novena and ttsh. ok, naik tingkat 3, jd pink panther (the one they walked across the corridor with camo clothes), then walked into the icu without the family notice. then we saw hadi in the icu, and kaw, lepak sak die tdo ( unconcious).  then aft that, we meet the family and thats it! 5-7 mins and we're off! lahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we took mrt to city hall. they planning smth for diah to cheer up. in the mrt, we were engrossed in the sms till we didnt notice we're at city hall. diah suddenly say, ' ey ct hall'. the funny part, as and i had a huge fast reaction! we suddenly stood up and ran towars the closing door. and when we aware of the door clossing and some boys looking at us, we ran back to diah (chill jek dia duduk), and snuggle at her, giggling plus tahan malu! KIWAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhee. and i went to geylang to drop off baju at kdai bibik and rushed to ct plaza. WE're gonna buka ARNOLD!!!! kaw, yg aku ngidam pada bulan puasa. it such a waste that my sisters will not joining us. i think this is the first time we buka outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i reached arnold and book my reservation. its 5.30 and this group of mats n minahs eating inside. kaw, tak tau malu sak. bodoh nyek melayu. betul betul ME (english)-LAYU(malay)!&lt;br /&gt;and outside city plaza, some were smoking. at least tau lah malu sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make my way to darul arqam for my solat asr. then met mama at tkc, then abah came along! we decide to just sit outside arnold to conserve our energy for the night! ok, along the period till we get our table, i was so hoping that mama will shut her mouth. kept pestering, to ask this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ard 7.30pm, we get out table and got our foods. yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;- Whole spring chicken&lt;br /&gt;- Potato platter&lt;br /&gt;- Fish and chip&lt;br /&gt;- 3 med pepsi&lt;br /&gt;the price is affordable and atlast ngidam aku da masuk dlm perut. anyway, most of the 1st batch da jalan, but this group blum jalan2 and there's more waiting outside. they finished their foods and laki diorg g hisap dalam satu cubicle ( hisap rokok lah! and i knew because i'm in the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we walked around looking for capal and songkok. for kain songket, i manage to persuade mama not to buy as the existing one matches the baju kurung. pheww. and mama was a bit cranky again, reason being, she's tired of over 25days of mass cooking. and we head home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah sey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went work. quite lethargic. oh bad news, hadi had an accident and landed in TTSH ICU!&lt;br /&gt;hmm, oh one day i avoid talking to joy for the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for break-fast, kak ayu and i decided to munch something over the BIG tv at level 3. wanna watch the f1 race. so we bought OCK, sushi and cup noodles. yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work, waited for angah. anyway, she's working for the F1 event. so while waiting, i get to watched till the end of the race and also slept for few mins. oh btw, such a huge crowd walking in/out of Raffles City not forget the mrt. and the irony part, when i board the train, byk plak space. ada tempat duduk lg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then alight at kallang and waited for her. and then we board the train back to tampines. ate supper at macd and off to home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-7078627285540615401?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/7078627285540615401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=7078627285540615401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7078627285540615401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7078627285540615401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-29-09-2008-another-2-more-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-5033454677542667573</id><published>2008-10-01T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:50:27.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, the ladies in the house are doing their things. lama noh nak tunggu! anyway, im gg to obek yuyu hs first. for the second year, we gonna celebrate hari raya without nenek/atuk on the maternal side.&lt;br /&gt;there's only nenek left in paternal. so, we gona cherish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im wearing purple for this year. telok blangah, bukan tanjong pagar yer sadiq. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before i forget,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MAAF ZAHIR BATIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau aku ada tersilap bahasa, irritate suara dgn ketawa aku yg lantang, org tak senang tgk muka aku ker, terpegang sana sini ker dan apa yg ter2 semua, maafkan aku yer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halalkan makan minum aku, rokok dan duit kalau pinjam yg da tak kasi balik atau aku lupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, aku nak siap2. Happy Celebration people.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-5033454677542667573?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/5033454677542667573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=5033454677542667573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5033454677542667573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5033454677542667573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-ladies-in-house-are-doing-their.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-382286785755160571</id><published>2008-09-30T03:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:24:52.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS MY BIRTHDAY, ITS MY BIRTHDAY (sing sing)&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th Birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thx for all the wishes and presents. and oh SEVENS, i record my open ceremony. wanna see? HHAA. and i lioke the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and get ready for work. and its kinda best and fun to work in the morning shift. and i felt there's LIFE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pretty excited when our shifts end at 3. diah, saddiq and i went off and came back to store to iron my shirt and bought redcurrentpuffs. and off met hazah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached punggol ard 4 and im warning you, its quite deserted sia! but it might be the next cool place. hmm, personally i felt the place suits for resorts as its hot and tempat sempoi. and board the bus and off we go. sial arh, the journey to the Marina Country Club was  damn far and tercorok kat corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached, saw the rest and stuffs. waited for the security. when the girls off for makeup in the toilet, the boys off playing 50cents arcade game. anyway, there's kompang and silat pple. and SP run the show rupanya. siak urh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then move off to security. anyway, the police should join in the theme. should wear the police uniform back then. they gave a room but it was out of the compound and it was kind of tedious to go in and out of security. so we selit into one of the office, get a really small corner and get ready. haiya, make up awal pun terkial2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the hairdo. boleh pengsan sak. i get another bun for the girls so i could just clip and layer with their real hair. this to avoid teasing the hair. but not that sucessful. so end up with a simple hairstyle and still a trouble some. kekek2 sak buat satu2 nyek rambut esp sahidah and izzah. satu mcm spagethi and lg satu dgn rambut extensions nyek. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so saddiq and jeff went out to get food. yg part nak make up diorg lg kekek. i started off with jeff's face. asked saddiq to scribble foundation stick on his face. when he showed me his face, alahai, mcm buat camo for army. then he applied more and his back was facing me. abeh mcm lama nah die pkai, bila aku tgk, AMIK KAU!, mcm budak kecik pkai lipstick all over the face. cute benar! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after everything, get ready and final touches. i think this was diah's first dance perfs which explains her nervous and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting took videos and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting, jeff and i took ice pop! nice. oh anyway, the way they served their food were like back then. and after that, there they go, dancing for the PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah best kan! then we took pictures with this old lady. Lasy Wilma whom fancied with our dance and the girls. and she told us the malay girls back then. then we move off from the scene and met the kompang and silat guys. they were fishing for prawns. and they set the fire. while they bbq the big tiger prawn, we dance and video around at the pier. anyway, the place at night was panorama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this were what we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of then we kinda rushing for the shuttle bus. so end up some of us took shuttle bus with their costumes as well. HAHA. and at punggol, they change their costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since kak diyanah, dian and ssp gangs kinda waiting for us at ard bugis, we took a can down. and hazah, izzah and me kinda alight at the wrong mind's cafe. confused by their lots and random prominent landmarks. so we walked down to pervis st. kak diyanah fetched me. and when i reach mind's cafe, all the dian peeps were sitting kinda counting 1, 2 , 3. and they blast off with LOUDEST ever birthday song for me. kinda blush! thank you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcm2 suruh aku buat. amik gambar lah and yg part best, suruh tiup candle while im standing str8 on a chair. its kinda hard but manage to blow it off. and we moved on. and while moving off, hady and syahiran went up to me, smach a piece of tissue full with cili sos onto my face. siak urh. PERIT GILE!! and when i kinda running getting them two, syahiran fell off from an unstable terrain. HAHA. hug them and walked to mosi cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nad, adillah, reyza, sharifah, aidil, fil and arif k plus jeff, diah and saddiq who just arrived not long before me. when i enter the place, i saw a doughnuts with a candle. aww, so sweet! and it turns out to be a creme puff with toppings, a replica of doughnuts. and they gave me a big box with purple gift wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off we head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thx for the gifts &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;advanced birthday party/suprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes from &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishes from &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;friendster comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the moment, hugs and the love!&lt;br /&gt;and i felt im treasured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-382286785755160571?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/382286785755160571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=382286785755160571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/382286785755160571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/382286785755160571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-27-09-2008-its-my-birthday-its.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-5566232582184695534</id><published>2008-09-30T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T03:13:06.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for friday prayers and met mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, wahida get me an appointment with Tony and Guy. and its FREE!!! oh its because its an academy. they need hair models. and thx diah for accompany me. and she waited for almost 2 hours which i didnt realise it. kiwak, lambat sak menunggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, shampood my hair.then he cut my sides. snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip snip. called his master, then from far, their faces kinda showing that they were talking about troubleshooting. and end up, the receptionist took a key, get a box and pass to kelvin. i was curious what he gonna do. RUPE2NYE, the machine cutter which normally used in barber shop. YEK ELEH. puas ati, dr starting die pkai benda alah tu kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think their motto, ' Die Die use scissors'. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diah went off and im gonna meet mai to pass something. after which, i went home lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH, Happy Bird-day Wahidah Amalin! See you on Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i would get a appoinment for haircut for thursday, but nah, there's no slot.&lt;br /&gt;went school for last practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything and delegations, we went to geylang. gonna rent costumes for the girls. kiwak, kecoh sak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i went home to brakfast with my mom then rushed back to KC for another selection. then we walked here and there! eat.shop.talk.live! HAHA. then we played bang bang! ahh, malas nak criter. tgk gambar jek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SOEosaHjtCI/AAAAAAAAAcg/da0jyA6Sq68/s1600-h/25092008942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SOEosaHjtCI/AAAAAAAAAcg/da0jyA6Sq68/s320/25092008942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251523383881085986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=bitchfreezone:photos:52&amp;amp;security=alELhVl0%2Bn9nvkQt%2BTB%2CZg&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://natawate.multiply.com/photos/album/32/Nona_Singapura_#1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.natawate.multiply.com/image/3/photos/32/400x400/1/25092008942.jpg?et=B6H9LgwaJIcOPhAG3L87rA&amp;amp;nmid=117669286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://natawate.multiply.com/photos/album/32/Nona_Singapura_#2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.natawate.multiply.com/image/2/photos/32/400x400/2/25092008943.jpg?et=fw5mVjwKknY8uw2ZOd0NSQ&amp;amp;nmid=117669286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://natawate.multiply.com/photos/album/32/Nona_Singapura_#3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.natawate.multiply.com/image/2/photos/32/400x400/3/25092008944.jpg?et=jAjrvYrq4S4jVZ0ovpyeqQ&amp;amp;nmid=117669286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://natawate.multiply.com/photos/album/32/Nona_Singapura_#4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.natawate.multiply.com/image/2/photos/32/400x400/4/25092008945.jpg?et=USyAWJg27rKDoSlZltaT3g&amp;amp;nmid=117669286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, im damn late for FYP. th reason being, i stayd up late, fixing bits n pieces to assemble the structure. i'm assigned to do the structure, but i take it sloww. thats the reason of the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gucci rush&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;haha, i noe i noe im late and you need not to behave like a biatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met naim and mr tan. explain here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rushed to b11 for another practice. and yes, i managed to complete the choreography by that day! and stayed for the night for another training. dang, mom will break-fast alone. kesian dia! and i been saying that im doing my project. I'm not lying, it just that training could be in term of 'project' too mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH, Happy Bird-day Obek Yuyu! See you on Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and went to school for tarian practice. oh, this will be the crash course.&lt;br /&gt;27th Sept show, for PAP Gathering and PM will be the house. it will held at Marina Country Club. Name jek Marina, tp kat Punggol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came a lil late and still continue with practice. oh, i told the rest that i'm having a show this sat, so no one could take my people and space away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it apparently did. so i just end the session and went home with wahida. Followed to Sheng Shiong for groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH, Happy 20th Bird-day Idrus! See you on Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-5566232582184695534?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/5566232582184695534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=5566232582184695534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5566232582184695534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5566232582184695534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-26-09-2008-went-for-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SOEosaHjtCI/AAAAAAAAAcg/da0jyA6Sq68/s72-c/25092008942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-909690233588991478</id><published>2008-09-25T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T03:49:56.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up around noon i guess. miss calls and msgs shown on my phone display. called sarah and disguise as Jamiyah Officer (if im not wrong). nyahha! so today having my breakfast outside with my beloved SSP batch. meeting them at bugis, 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my parents were away to johor to collect their Baju Hari Raya and will breakfast at bik nini's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did smth that makes me late for the meet. still at the bustop around 6.30pm. asmida called but i didnt answer. then few mins later, nisya called asking where am i. and she did mention, why i didnt picked up asmida called. then when i asked her how come she knows. she replied, asmida called her to call me instead. hmm, irony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so reached bugis around 7pm, and i manage to get OCK for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called nisya.&lt;br /&gt;me: ey mana kau?&lt;br /&gt;nisya: oh aku dgn aisyah kat bugis junction&lt;br /&gt;me: yelah mana kau?&lt;br /&gt;nisya: kat bugis junction lah&lt;br /&gt;me: yelah, aku da kat bugis junction ni&lt;br /&gt;nisya: oh aku kat atas tgh jalan.&lt;br /&gt;me: mana aisyah?&lt;br /&gt;nisya: ( sounded she's thinking for answers) erk, die kat toilet&lt;br /&gt;me: ohh, ey kau tak buka per?&lt;br /&gt;nisya: aku tak puasa. arh, kau g buka dulu arh. sambil2, kau tunggu sarah!&lt;br /&gt;me: ok! bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kalau salah jgn marah yer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sms sarah. and she's at orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;called jeff:&lt;br /&gt;me: ey mana kau?&lt;br /&gt;jeff: dalam train. kat tiong baru&lt;br /&gt;me: nizal dgn diah mana?&lt;br /&gt;jeff: nizal at another side of the train abeh diah join after die buka kat rumah&lt;br /&gt;me: oh, k lah aku tunggu sarah, pape jumpe. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kalau salah jgn marah yer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called asmida:&lt;br /&gt;me: ey mana kau?&lt;br /&gt;asmida: aku baru kluar rumah tgh tunggu bus 960.&lt;br /&gt;me: sial arh, lambat nyek&lt;br /&gt;asmida: itu psl td aku call kau td, nk bilang aku lambat.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh kk, cepat hor. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kalau salah jgn marah yer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called mira: (planner of this meet)&lt;br /&gt;me: ey mana kau?&lt;br /&gt;mira: oh dlm bus 960&lt;br /&gt;me: aiya, lambat nyek, where are u now?&lt;br /&gt;mira: oh im 15 mins away.&lt;br /&gt;me: kk bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kalau salah jgn marah yer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;received nisya's msg:&lt;br /&gt;'zat, kau tunggu sarah k! aku kena balik trus arh, anak sedara aku sakit. sorry tau tak dpt meet'&lt;/blockquote&gt;hmm, dlm hati ckp,' abeh aisyah? hmm alah diorg mcm sisters forever gitu, so she might tag along'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought my OCK, sat at the staircase and eat. and i make a move to mosque for maghrib while waiting for sarah. i thought im the latest, but satu2 lambat. so might as i well i pray first right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my prayers, i met sarah outside the mosque. meet and greet. oh she told me that she suspecting that they are suprising us which she just based on mira's msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;mira sms: ' sarah, you COME to amirah's grill and say your name. i book the table under your name.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah saw the word COME. for what we knew, everyone were late. but the word COME, sounds that she's down there and asked us to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walking along the bussorah st and get air kathirah. ooo sedap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;called jeff:&lt;br /&gt;me: mana kau?&lt;br /&gt;jeff: aku kat basarah st&lt;br /&gt;me: busorrah lah. oh aku kat baghdad. kk aku tunggu kau.&lt;br /&gt;jeff: kat mana tu?&lt;br /&gt;me: alah, die kat depan sikit, aku tunggu kau. bye&lt;br /&gt;(kalau salah jgn marah yer)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;received msg from jeff&lt;br /&gt;jeff: Ey kau jalan dulu. aku tgh on the phone&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah and i was like, WTH. haha. so we continue walking talking about sarah's bird-day celebration at Fish n CO with afiq and gang, bumping into her evg peeps and suprise from zahid and izzat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when into amirah's grill and waited for a while. then when up the stairs. heard some giggles and esp jeff's voice. but when we went up see's there's no one. what we saw, the room we're getting was a glass room and also like a conference table. so, there's really no one. i thought they wre hiding outside but nah, there's no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bile sarah buka pintu jek, SUPRISE!! kiwakkkk. everyone was inside. bursting of balloons by nizal and a litted birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNqYho9lOQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/EC6VRJCGG5U/s1600-h/IMG-1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNqYho9lOQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/EC6VRJCGG5U/s320/IMG-1939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249676019352549634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were nizal, jeff, asmida, mira, faridah, nisya and aisyahbi. siak arh. no wonder non-stop reminding of ' kau tunggu sarah ey' and also the excuses such as balik nak jaga anak sdara and talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously we were taken by suprise. a nice warm suprise by our 3rd year batch. swweet kan.&lt;br /&gt;it will be Happy Belated Bird-day to Sarah, and Happy Advanced Bird-day for me!&lt;br /&gt;the balloons were stating, ' Happy 19th Birthday to Sarah &amp;amp; Aizat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=subtleaura:photos:29&amp;amp;security=yAifQO0XFjQUVTAE2CAEQw&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=pinkdumbbells:photos:19&amp;amp;security=XDGkC7UA3oxzP2BafNs5GQ&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://subtleaura.multiply.com/photos/album/29/Amirahs_Grill"&gt; Aisyahbi's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://pinkdumbbells.multiply.com/photos/album/19/Sarah_Aizats_19th"&gt;Mira's&lt;/a&gt;. pictures of celebration and dinner and gelagat org2 ini. and we were paparazied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diah joined in and we sang her a MERRY CHIRSTMAS SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, we were full and we walked around the haji lane. took pictures and chit chat. went Raffles Hospital to wee-wee. and move on to 7-11 for drinks and went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNqYhrPKmyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GNbu1bBPpsw/s1600-h/IMG-2034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNqYhrPKmyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GNbu1bBPpsw/s320/IMG-2034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249676019963173666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps: thank you people for the celebration. i seriously appreciate it. and my world revolves around you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNqYhwI2NTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZYO8QP4DDAg/s1600-h/IMG-2055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNqYhwI2NTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZYO8QP4DDAg/s320/IMG-2055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249676021278848306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrapped in balloons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-909690233588991478?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/909690233588991478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=909690233588991478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/909690233588991478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/909690233588991478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-22-09-2008-woke-up-around-noon-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNqYho9lOQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/EC6VRJCGG5U/s72-c/IMG-1939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-7506859764740260669</id><published>2008-09-23T02:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:44:20.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA ALLAH. aku bangun lambat rupanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh for work, finally find out joy is a SUPEEERRRR sensative person. and i know he's damn secret. oh, th story went like this. i was asking him, ytd was he alright. the reason being, i saw him at th scurity counter for checking out for his bag. and he was grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-serious moment-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he replied, because i was rude to him. and he noted, i should'nt be rude to him. he dont know whether, im the person who gives harsh joke. wtf. he's the one who enter frame, conversation between wendy and i, talking about my carelessness in consolidation ( just take out items to be consolidate).  and i just told him off in a harsh joke. saying, 'shut up arh you, you are not in the context'. but after that, i was laughing away. thats been the style of wendy and randomly for myself lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sial arh. nabei siak. cibye fcuk! (sesungguhnya aku mencaci dr segi tulisan, bukan dr percakapan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i tick him off. saying that last week, he was being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(situation from last week) &lt;/span&gt;i was snapping another hole for this customer's belt. joy mentioned, the device was faulty. but i was merely gave the benefit for my doubt and furthermore, i tried using it before and nothing happens. he started to show his bitch face and i notice it. after snapping hole, i found out the back of the belt was damaged and i make an exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing and ruby went out and from far, joy came back to the counter from the office. by assumption ( ok not healthy), qing and ruby were in the office and there's no loud commotion when im negotiating with customer. who else, but him lah to call them out. with his damn face. i was kinda pissed off, reason being, i prefer settle it amicably rather than someone enter frame stirring troubles up (not Qing and Ruby, but joy himself as he could helped me to settle it nicely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah sey, darah up bulan puasa ni. Qing was ok, but he and his fcuk face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(back to this week story) accept the reality, no one would ever like to get into quarrel and giving attitudes. while im quarrel softly with him, customer came by asking assistance. luckily the customer came in. if not, i will take off my badge, and walk off. so for the whole day, i istighfar and realise, ramdhan is not only abstaining in food but also your behaviour and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-end of serious moment-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for break fast, went to meet sarah and shira n fizza. and there's ayie, SMA guy, and their new met friend, Wilson, during the F1 briefing. so we ate LJS and were kinda full. Wilson was full of crap and he joke like a malay. it was about a chili stain on sarah's shirt. and he told sarah, 'Ey your shirt hungry arh'. HAHAHA. perangai melayu kan. and there's more of his Melayu essence craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 19th Bird-day SARAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf9qS96nfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ZZwike_z0n8/s1600-h/P1090298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf9qS96nfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ZZwike_z0n8/s320/P1090298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248942793811467762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in her silat moment)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue with work. after work, reluctant to walk to esplanade to meet them up for HYRUL's show at esplanade bay. by the time, surely dabis. called filzah, saying might not coming down, but she insists of me coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after smoking with nixia, walked to esplanade. and then, alot of artistes were around. oh when i reached, i joined in SSP picture taking. sat at the side. then wahida asked me to sit in the center. then when about to take picture, jihad kept poking my back. its painful rather than ticklish sak. then wahida started to sing birthday song. i knew the plan is to suprise sarah and im seriously looking for sarah! its a suprise for me too! HEHE aww, advance 6 days man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the time, we went to macd and chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf-l9tr8_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/qVyQcyOJY4M/s1600-h/DSC-0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf-l9tr8_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/qVyQcyOJY4M/s320/DSC-0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248943818898404338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looking for sarah and asking whether is it for me. oh anyway, bird-day girl was posing with jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf-mBzZDDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zdu60CKyygI/s1600-h/DSC-0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf-mBzZDDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/zdu60CKyygI/s320/DSC-0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248943819996073010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suprising indeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf-mIppS8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/tC4QRs7-8uc/s1600-h/DSC-0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf-mIppS8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/tC4QRs7-8uc/s320/DSC-0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248943821834243010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our mrs field cookies impersonation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf-mdVnp3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/i-w31H24sE0/s1600-h/DSC-0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf-mdVnp3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/i-w31H24sE0/s320/DSC-0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248943827387393906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not forgeting hyrul's bird-day as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=bitchfreezone:photos:49&amp;amp;security=VpV9jgolXTcBsasfWhQw7Q&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of pictures will be at &lt;a href="http://bitchfreezone.multiply.com/photos/album/49/Hyruls_First_#"&gt;filzah&lt;/a&gt; multiply&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thank you SSP for the pleasant suprise! nasib aku tak balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: bila aku ajak diorg qiyaam mulai, jihad reply ni, 'oh jumpa aku qiyaam-online jek lah' HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting ready for work. 'Along' tagging along but she's tagging me to lateness for work. and furthermore, we're fetching abg izwan along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, Dian gonna perform another Hari Raya Fringe at Taman Warisan. Performing 2 dance items: Bergendeng and Hari Raya item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://divaaa.shutterfly.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf1-J9eVQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Z7mesbCWJpA/s320/47b8d701b3127cce98548c6fe39d00000046100AasXLJk4bsmVA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248934338898056450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(click on the picture to view the whole pictures)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;so off to work and late. did my work and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;for break fast, thought of going to tong seng for laksa or just any of fast food that kak ayu and i agreed on. but end up, kak ayu wanna eat pasta at rocky master. dang~ i just have to follow her suit, and she's treating me. hmm, pretty alcoholic concious for my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no seafood end up get chicken. ate the food and a stick of the day, i make way to washroom. hmm, kak ayu's back was facing the counter so, aftr toilet break, i sneaked to the counter. and asked, ' May i know, is there any alcohol content in any pasta'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;replied: only some of the pasta&lt;br /&gt;me: oh, how about teriyaki chicken&lt;br /&gt;replied: oh don't have&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i show two thumbs up. but i tasted kak ayu's black pepper chicken, WHO KNOWS there's a spill of those liquid. however, i let the case rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh after work, went to meet my Dian friends at Millenia Walk. My SSP friends were at VIVO. and its quite a husstle to make a trip there, and looking at the time, only few time left for me to spend with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so walked over to Millenia Walk, mentioning there were at the air2. siak arh, mana aku tau. da jarang g sana plak. i called ida up asking for direction and maintained composed even though im lost. but i was lead by their kecohness. oh now i know where's the air2. its actually a water curtain wall and have the features for step up 2 street dance location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we played games all the way and seriously having fun. and otw back, we made a thailand spoof MTV for a sec. kekek sak! and that's the end of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway jeff, diorg lg perangai tarian drpd aku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf1xqxHrKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/2S5V74xV9IA/s1600-h/47b8d701b3127cce98548cac626e00000046100AasXLJk4bsmVA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf1xqxHrKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/2S5V74xV9IA/s320/47b8d701b3127cce98548cac626e00000046100AasXLJk4bsmVA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248934124366310562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/p0612285/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-7506859764740260669?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/7506859764740260669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=7506859764740260669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7506859764740260669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7506859764740260669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-21-09-2008-ya-allah.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNf9qS96nfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ZZwike_z0n8/s72-c/P1090298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6116489287773680837</id><published>2008-09-20T05:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T05:38:27.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i was browsing through youtube and type ssp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the memories back at wawas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSj9m9Yu7nQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSj9m9Yu7nQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni super kelakar lah. Diah nyek step betul. abeh didi and the gang semua ikut mai nyek step. abeh asmida n su nyek gelagat was so needed arh. tak tau mana betul. and mai ada chui tp buat bodoh.. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/igzFfvu3eTo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/igzFfvu3eTo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni bile kat suria segar. kaws, time flies yarh. suara aku da lah kekek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6116489287773680837?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6116489287773680837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6116489287773680837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6116489287773680837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6116489287773680837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-i-was-browsing-through-youtube-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-3442917297055880559</id><published>2008-09-20T02:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:32:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh woke up and went for friday prayers.&lt;br /&gt;so went out to carpark and saw two muslim guys at the bus stand waiting for bus. Abah assume one is the father and his son. he mention, ' g panggil atuk tu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but end up abah signal to them telling them to hop in the car and hitched a ride. so yeah they did. when they get closer, the 'atuk' seems to be in mid 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so abah asked around and his last qn was, 'niari tk keje'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, the father and son, in nature, the father is a working man whilst the son is still studying. But apparently, the son replied, 'oh saya keje mlm'. abah says, 'saya pun'. then the father of the son replied, ' oh saya masih sekolah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwak, tergelak dalam hati sjap. but they look they are just friends, no blood ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after solat jumaat, went over to the kitchen and help them a few. dang, tmr there will an event in masjid. i told myself, i wanna join this kind of activities but it will be on weekend. im trying to save up my off days for hari raya and previously i abusively used it. it will be actually on gg around helping the needy families. if not wrong, the event called 'Family in charge'. oh, its a family based project but singles can help out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went home and throw myself on the ground with my bantal busuks! snuggle in and its quite humid for the afternoon. on the aircon and doze off till 6 plus. kiwak. bathe and solat asar and get ready for trawih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today, im went over to Kampung Seri. slow and steady. not much people. and i enjoyed the terawih pretty much. this is the place i find it calm and solemn when performing terawih. and every session, there will be a tazkirah. just a short story of ramadhan and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;tonight topic was: Nabi Daud + org2 beriman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabi Daud was a judge, prophet and a king. He got a nice voice when reciting quran. and he got 99 wifes.&lt;br /&gt;One day Allah asked two malaikat go down to earth to test the his judgement and also himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went this way: two malaikat disguised themself as a shepard. 1 with 99 sheeps while another only got 1. they argued about the greedy shepard want to take away the one and only sheep that another shepard had. thus, Nabi Daud says the greedy shepard was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zalim&lt;/span&gt;. After saying that, he realise the greedy shepards with 99 sheeps were actually refering to him and his wifes. the story was trying to say he's being greedy and gonna take away the fiance from a man. so he realise it and he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mengucap&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalau salah minta maaf, ini saja yg aku igt&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, i think i wanna devote myself to got up to masjid as early at 3am for qiyaam. last 10 days of ramadhan are much powerful. any of these days, will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night of Lailatulqadar&lt;/span&gt;. Those granted with this is similar as having the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pahala&lt;/span&gt; of thousand months. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insyallah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though, you dont go for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qiyaam&lt;/span&gt;, but you doing some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ibadah&lt;/span&gt;, you still be granted with it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ibadah&lt;/span&gt; such as sleeping and wanna wake up for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subuh&lt;/span&gt;, preparing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sahur&lt;/span&gt;, working for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rezeki&lt;/span&gt; and etc. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMIN&lt;/span&gt;. hopefully, if you have the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nawaitu, Allah&lt;/span&gt; gonna help you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i make my way home and went to provision shop to get myself an ice-cream. hmm, pass by some teen flick group, ohwell, my niat of gonnaworkhardforramdadhan went abit distracted but i compose myself. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im watching the live telecast of terawih right from Mekkah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terkenang masa2 di sana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im telling jeff a piece of advise and he asked me to blog it. mana tau org find it funny katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oh a piece of advise,&lt;br /&gt;don't dance when you carrying a plate of oily kitchen tissue with pieces of popiah skin cracks. DANG!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he replied, ni lah perangai budak tarian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-3442917297055880559?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/3442917297055880559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=3442917297055880559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3442917297055880559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3442917297055880559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-19-09-2008-oh-woke-up-and-went.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1017060338654863158</id><published>2008-09-19T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:48:34.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up by abah's normal-waking-me-up-routine. saying there will be shooting at 2.30pm. and the time he informed me was 11.30am. ample time, so i slept back, saying to myself, 1230 gonna wake up and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YES &lt;/span&gt;i woke up at 12.30pm and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, they're here! DANG! i woke up with nazri, the AP, right infront of my eye. im in my boxers and singlet and luckily there's bolster right in the middle. i just wanted to scream out on top of my lung. look across the room, my sister room was opened and she was sleeping too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sial arh. either die dtg awal atau lambat. heloo, its 2 hours faster than mention. he took the keys from my mom at mosque but yet you can still come by at 2.30pm. so what i did, closed the door, called angah, because apparently her door was closed. she asked where am i, and she walked out from the room and then i heard she quickly went back in and closed. and i called her again, she was suprised too by their EARLY BIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i packed my things, and move to my parent's room. sial arh. i bathe and spend time joking and watched online movies with my sister. oh well, i had to give the Nur Hayat's Iftar a miss. reason being, i will be having a meeting in the afternoon, followed by training and a coffee meet. but end up the training was only for the fringes and im still occupied with the training and coffee meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so quickly get dress and went to city hall. met diah and asmida. breakfast and continue meeting. oh anyway, coffee meet postponed. DANG! asmida's nt gg for her capital D too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, then went around after meeting with diah, asmida and izzad. and went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the morning. rushed down to bugis and to NLB. gonna look around. and the place was so *not gonna give a hint, so not to leak any secrets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then asmida, diah and i went to school for dancing dancing lor. oh yeah before i forget, 27th sept, which is next week, gonna have a performance for the PAP gathering. PM will be the host. so yeah, honourd to dance for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh in the train, we played charades. diah had an intresting ways to play. She shows a signal of 'eat' and show another which was a 'snake'. then she quickly shows the combination movement of 'eat and snake' in a split second. thought of 'Eat Snake' but it was wrong. Rupenya, 'EATS'! wah sey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, wanna have audition and selection but end up, the number was right. so yeah, str8 into choreographing. and we end ard 4. check jeff's result and yeah, he passed too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diah, jeff and i rushed to city hall for meeting. we rest in the train. and seriously, throughout ramadhan, this was the first time i felt exhausted and weak due to energetic dance. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back home. again, breakfast along the way home. reached home, eat, bathe and stuffs and went to mosque. met khalaf after terawih and he passed too. well, gonna see everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i just realise i reached my 400 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. for my FYP, naim and i finally segregating our jobs. im gotta complete the structure. so yeah. soooo, i went to school met the rest for training instead. gonna meet up sarah and diah, even though not our scene. asmida gg to geylang i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, we sang and dance. they ordering KFC. and again, being a good child, im gonna rushed back home to breakfast with them. End up i reached home ard 7.20pm and ate alone. and abah and i terawih together at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, i know results will be in my email in the morning, around 1am. so i having butterflies, doubting im passing. oh man. so i washed up and solat hajat. and opened up my email. gosh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I PASSED! 6 months more month to graduate. alhamdulillah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but disappointed in the grades. im so gonna worked hard for it. (ps:  i say that every sem and results)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1017060338654863158?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/1017060338654863158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=1017060338654863158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1017060338654863158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1017060338654863158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday-18-09-2008-woke-up-by-abahs.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6994680239987526497</id><published>2008-09-17T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:21:35.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up ard 1130 and meeting naim at 1230. and im so busted cuz i slept again and time shows 1320. i bathe and contact naim. he sounds pissed off and he still waited for me at control station. then i mention, why he never just go to school without me. after the call, he went off. im just a clothing away to get out from the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school and met naim in the lab. quickly apologise to naim. nd he replied, "aku sepatutnya minta maaf kat kau, psl aku tk bwk cable". haha. i knew that after a call from him whether i kept the cable. fyi, no cable, no connection to the board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so linger ard and disturb other people. and off to MPR for training. had fun. and off with sarah to BUGIS! wee. meeting diah and asmida for breakfast. sarah gonna meet her silat cliques. oh in the train, sarah and i talked without realising we're in bugis station and do not bother to the very end to get out from the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to zam zam and i met them. happily chat and stuffs with asmida and diah, while srah meet her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok on the table there's two murtabak and a big plate of bryni. asmida says we other another murtabak. oh, then i say, 'oh satu, dua'. asmida says no, and she say they ordered another 1. da kenapa ngn budak2 ppm ni. haha. asmida kempunan rupanya.&lt;br /&gt;so in total there's 3 murtabak: ayam, daging and sardine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh alot of things happen: for eg,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lick my finger after touching the food before azan and realise im still fasting.&lt;br /&gt;i made an explosion of curry chicken, nasib tk kena.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to mosque and mesmerise by the full moon.&lt;br /&gt;bumped into sarah and friends.&lt;br /&gt;asmida looking for ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;saw the HUMPING signboard.&lt;br /&gt;met faizah sheesha with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;went in one of the shop at haji lane.&lt;br /&gt;asmida bought a shirt for THE occasion.&lt;br /&gt;went up for window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;went in the men section intending to look around for fashion. - knowing there will not be a big size for me and mmg taknk beli pape. no cash.&lt;br /&gt;the sales person approach us saying this, ' Sorry there's no big size here'. THE FACT IS HE'S JUST A QUARTER SMALLER THAN ME. FUCKING BABI!&lt;br /&gt;nasib aku bukan org retaliate on the spot, im the one who retaliate when i think about the anger and the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;we walkd out from the store and heading to raffles hospital. cuz asmida wanna wee-wee. on the way there, there's a wheelchair bound old malay man, trying hard to push himself up the few degrees of inclining long slope. so we offered our help trying to push him up the slope. and he asked a favour to help him to cross the road. while waiting for green man, he asked us like might as well send him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesian mmg arh. but just ragu2, mana tau he's abit insane. asking to send to blk 18. knowing the area well, the nearest hdb building will be around beach road. but my insecurity dies off knowing he's actually sane and some the passerby did acknowledge him. so while walking, we ask him stuffs. he's actually pushes himself on the wheelchair from beach road to raffles hospital. its quite far you see. then we asked again why he couldnt breakfast at the mosque instead. he replied, ' pakcik nak masuk, tp org2 masjid pikir pakcik mintak sedekah. tp pakcik nak sembahyang jek'. wah sey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we passed by the shop houses. blk 22, 24, 26 then jumped to 60. kite da lah ketawa2. while walking, we pass rafaat hamzah. no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when at beach road, another guy acknowledge him. two indian boys laugh like mad when one of them bumped into asmida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, we're here. send him off and give some money to him. and we're off to CC for wee-wee. then bought a drink and off back to bugis gotham city building. down there: we sang, we video-blogging, pictures and chilled. and then we walked to hospital for another wee-wee and then met sarah at the bugis road junction. haha, another round of chitchat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbeAEOt5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5TSi4LskG6s/s1600-h/alakazam-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbeAEOt5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5TSi4LskG6s/s320/alakazam-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247427455556171666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while waiting for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbeFcaf0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/DdOBr7i6udk/s1600-h/alakazam-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbeFcaf0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/DdOBr7i6udk/s320/alakazam-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247427456999784258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 girls and a guy, eating all this with another murtabak coming up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbeXGAcPI/AAAAAAAAAag/eWWRvrUsSj0/s1600-h/alakazam-009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbeXGAcPI/AAAAAAAAAag/eWWRvrUsSj0/s320/alakazam-009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247427461737640178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bump into sarah, susanti and her friends after we solat magrib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbeYgVD-I/AAAAAAAAAao/-ZN0V70io_w/s1600-h/alakazam-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbeYgVD-I/AAAAAAAAAao/-ZN0V70io_w/s320/alakazam-012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247427462116478946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the rest we got nth to do yarh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbeiusAxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fGDCzmLLP5k/s1600-h/alakazam-015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbeiusAxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fGDCzmLLP5k/s320/alakazam-015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247427464861057810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbvIi2efI/AAAAAAAAAa4/0I36JQVry3o/s1600-h/alakazam-016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbvIi2efI/AAAAAAAAAa4/0I36JQVry3o/s320/alakazam-016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247427749889866226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbvWdfRcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/aAMSt7AoUf4/s1600-h/alakazam-017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbvWdfRcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/aAMSt7AoUf4/s320/alakazam-017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247427753625470402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbvZuaxMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PANQ2v1i3jQ/s1600-h/alakazam-018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbvZuaxMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/PANQ2v1i3jQ/s320/alakazam-018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247427754501784770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11.15pm, went home. see diah off boarding the train and hip in train to east. and fancy bumped into izzat, izzah and reyza. and off we head home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6994680239987526497?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6994680239987526497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6994680239987526497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6994680239987526497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6994680239987526497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-15-09-2008-woke-up-ard-1130-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SNKbeAEOt5I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/5TSi4LskG6s/s72-c/alakazam-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-4546559578475206673</id><published>2008-09-17T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:12:51.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a quarrel with my sister. she's so dramatic, emotional and temper. the fact, i'm the one whom switch on the iron. whilst  im talking to mama on the phone giving her the recipes, she us the iron and switch on. so i had no idea in what tonation im using, but it was a past angry remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went HU HA HU HA HU HA. she always the misintrepret of tonation. with her effing mouth. and all because of the IRON! and yelah, aku jd bahan campakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, went to work in abuse mind. energy was drained out during the quarrel. and the whole day was normal. and break fast with farah at Magic Wok. hmm, kalau lah tong seng tu dkt, dah aku ajak org pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh woke up and get ready for work. and as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;so, for breakfast, meeting asmida again.&lt;br /&gt;haha, bought food at tong seng and again to national library.&lt;br /&gt;talk and drink over food, and as usual this old cleaner guy will approach us with his garbage trolley. communicate by hand signal and off he go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, asmida just clock out from work and accompany me back to work. she linger around the shop and talk with me. we check out the lingerie, shoes and the outfit. and she off head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work, drag my feet to MRT and went home. and happily slurping down chocolate milkshake in the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-4546559578475206673?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/4546559578475206673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=4546559578475206673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4546559578475206673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4546559578475206673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-14-09-2008-i-had-quarrel-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1040853891491855413</id><published>2008-09-14T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:20:38.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously exhausted from running here and there.&lt;br /&gt;training was cancelled last night. a relieve. and naim postpone the meeting, again another relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went mosque, and then dropped by the kitchen after friday prayers. today, will be having shooting ard 2.30pm. and seriously, from 2.30pm, satu batang hidung pun tk nampak till after breakfast. except iskandar who dropped by to make crap in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by right, geylang meet up with diah and asmida with any intrested party. but for me, i will be meeting up after breakfast as the reason being, mom already whipped up a nice dishes. but the whole plan went str8 to the bin. aiseyman. what to do! terawih sajalah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah sey! bangun lambat sak! plus morning sickness.&lt;br /&gt;rushed to school. and again, procrastinate. figuring how to combine two programs together. and again Mr Tan pop in and help us bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after fyp, went for training. without realising, my training gears are all from thailand, except my underpant! i had fun! sing- singasong-singoutloud-singoutstrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ard 6, rushed to boon keng with izzah. bought KFC for breakfast and munch away while walking to CC. and today, the room was crowded with people dancing. wah sey, best! and as usual, after practise will buy large cup of coke and sit by the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet naim for fyp again.&lt;br /&gt;sial arh, submission is at the end of sept. and we're still stuck in the programming. for the structure, can be done in few days time. Mr Tan helped us for the programming and we kept nodding our head, but we're still clueless. Depend on naim for the codes. In front of Mr Tan, i behave and act as if im confident. but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after unfruitable session, went str8 for dance practice. oh this time, will be performing for PAP performance. PM will be the host. wah sey wah sey! and the lecturer-ic pop in to film us. kecoh sak! nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of gg home str8 for breakfast but i ddnt. the reason being, i miss them of course. so some of us went down to fetch foods for the breakfast. the waiting time, jeff izzad and me sang whole heart out singing seroja. followed by nizal and me walking around the school corridors like a model with nobody business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1040853891491855413?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/1040853891491855413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=1040853891491855413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1040853891491855413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1040853891491855413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-12-09-2008-seriously-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-9087570857681368811</id><published>2008-09-09T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:59:56.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 3.30pm. hibernate sia! and i dream some stuffs. gosh! on ramadhan month! but im clean! heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom cooked Ikan Bakar and Daun turip lemak api. ok for the 1st fish, it went chared and there's smoke party in the house. haha. mom was alarmed by the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the 2nd fish, i get it into fire. this happen when i excessively pour lots of oil on the pan. when im about to overturn the fish, it slips and oil must sparks with flame and the pan caught on fire. i was shocked for a second and lucky enough the fire was put off. for a second, i felt like an italian cheff cooking creme brulet and let it on fire! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again terawih with imran. and bump into quite no. of people in the masjid. ytd was razif and today were khalaf, ustaz, naufal and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey what a mary oh hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not been sleeping well and got morning sickness. my phlegm are giving me problem. bad bad tea! no choice but to drink tea in the morning and its heaty babey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so woke up that effing morning to go to school with naim. FYP FYP! sad! rushing for time and project done at noon coz need to rush home for the shooting. no one will looking after the house during the shooting. but mom says, nah its ok and ask to stay put in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after meet the supervisor session, now i understand and clear for my programming. ok, im about to go home and return the tools. my admission card was with the TSO. im right in front of the tso room and she went to meeting. SIAL ARH. 10 mins past and still no sign of her. she wrote the location and i literally went there but THERE's NO ONE INSIDE. went back to lab and waited for her for almost 20 mins and she's back. shiyaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragged myself to mrt and saw wano from far. shout wano name once. shout wano's name twice. shout wano's name out loud till every1 looking at me. yet she doesn't respond till i right in front of her. and then she's shocked and says hi! wtf!?!? heheh. pikir psl naz lah tu! heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slept in the train from tanjong pagar. seriously tired and continue my sleep when i reached my bed. woke up just before breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then terawih with my childhood buddy, imran, at masjid ghufran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thats my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-9087570857681368811?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/9087570857681368811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=9087570857681368811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/9087570857681368811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/9087570857681368811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday-09-09-2008-woke-up-at-3.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-5481501211983567081</id><published>2008-09-09T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:58:14.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh work was normal. breakfast at magic wok. a date with kak ayu. haha.&lt;br /&gt;after work, stop by at simpang bedok to get a drink. with abah and angah of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work and breakfast at 7pm. hehe, met asmida at tong seng. and mind u, tong seng is quite a distant hor. so we met there and packed our dinner. service is good n and fast if u order straight from the stalls. bumped into of along, kak diyanah and sarimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhe, since the place was full, we move to national library and makan. sedap! and then we sparate and im off to work. but before that, joy gave me money to buy STARBUCK! the reason being, i kept pestering me to treat me to starbucks. bought two venti and met nixia at b2 for exercise. nyahha. back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time after breakfast was quite fast. abah and angah fetched me. they wanna go arnold. ok, im craving for it too actually. but when we went there, its about to do closing.  so we move to zain's cafe at the middle of kampung mlyu. so we ordered our meal. and for the first time, abah askd for change of his dish the reason being its too salty. and mine, its charred steak. im lazy to make a fuss. after payment, angah and i told off saying about the salty dish, charred steak and too sweet teas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we make another rounds of food hunting. now we went to the correct places. the char kway we been looking was fish, not sotong... for goodness sake. and off we gone home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again i woke up late. but manage for my friday prayers. went mosque and then met mom and the gang. as i mention before, they are cooking porridge and break-fast meals. so i was kinda helping then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw those belia(s) masjid. they were having ramadhan camp. i like to be part of it but i just don't like their attitudes. kinda arrogant. - for some. perhaps i dont know them tht well. for me, i ngempeng with my mom and help in her voulentary work were kinda good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im been wanting to join those ramadhan activities but im kinda loner. nyahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went back home and went iftar at the mosque. there's 4 per tray. and its kinda crowded. so the executive says 5's not crowd and why not. we were seating at the side and near the toilets. so we were expecting another 1 joining us but NO, there's 3 people sitting down at the same time. 'CREEK CREEK'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its time for us to breakfast. hmm, just eat lar. ok there' 3 indian, 1 old man, 1 adult, abah and then me. i pity the indian and the old man first. but NO, the old men kinda gobble down his foods faster than i thought, and alot. in my heart im saying, ' kesian die, agaknya lapar. mana tau die malaikat ke hapa menguji kesabaran'. thats all. munch abit and off i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasib mama bwk balik sikit. dpt rasa jugak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after magrib, sent mak su home, and went back home and then off to GEYLANG! hmm. ok lah. meriah pun meriah gak. crowds were expected. walked around. abah sent mama home first bcus she's being cranky. so angah and i hunt for foods. we bought spicy chicken chop, vadai, otak2 from the sisters, char kway sotong, roti boyan and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get back home and MAKAN. and PANGKAH SMUA KEDAI. its either salty or tasteless. but not expected the otaks sisters turned out to be salty otak2. yucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-5481501211983567081?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/5481501211983567081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=5481501211983567081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5481501211983567081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5481501211983567081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-07-09-2008-oh-work-was-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-590560337143486228</id><published>2008-09-06T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:23:54.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday-Thurday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;01-04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;|09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee. puasa puasa puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda fun sleeping and lepak-ing at home. time goes faster than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so here's the routine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;after terawih, online.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then sahur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then wake up at noon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then wash up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then watch tv1 (gosh, tv1 is the best. SERIOUS. esp bulan ramadhan. cooking shows, dramas, Nusantara, Live telecast for terawih @ Masjidil Haram (Mekka - terkenang tahun 2000) and much more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then either watch tv or sleep or watch online movie ( oh watching Online Dramas - Hannah Montanna - not a fan but rather than nothing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then buka&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then either terawih or go out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADDA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terawih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;terawih on Monday was great. I was kinda dress up like Wak Kang. Buju kurung Top with Kain sarung. and with songkok tinggi. nyahha. takpe. biar berhadap dengan ALLAH dengan pkaian tertib dan kemas. (hint2 - hensem sey aku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday and Thursday- terawih Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Terawih With baba at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eversince mom was assigned to cook porridge and breakfast meal for the jemmah in the period of ramadhan, mom has been bringing back some to home. bubur now for this week, had been the main course. chicken wing or keemah will be the side dish. Irony right.  should be the otherway round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for sahur, then it will be rice. with any side dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did on monday and wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday- naim came by and end up we manage to do few discussions. and he spend the day watching online drama with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - did in library. study week for sec and jcs. shiyaks. no powerpoint. just make do when to a point it went to hibernate, it mark the end of discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bump into syahiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they came to do shootings. i told mama, padan muka dorg if they stuck outside while im inside sleeping soundly (bomb meltup tkkan dgr). and they did went to mosque to get keys from my mom. nyahha. and i went out to living room ard 1plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and evening, went to DIAN training. best! sweat exercise. izzah came down.&lt;br /&gt;kite buka sesama. and then ayu and i heard smth! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. this was one of heart attack moment. after pre-dawn breakfast, went out to throw rubbish. and i was kinda in my boxers and its embarrassing if any1 saw. so i heard the lift 'ting' meaning the lift is there and about to open. i quickly walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i heard footsteps gg towards my direction. so i ran towards my house. and the footsteps became faster and kinda runs too. kiwakk, takut sak subur subur ni. i turn my head around rupanya china girl running to stop me in order to give morning newspaper. siow arh. heart attack. WAH-PIANG EY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-590560337143486228?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/590560337143486228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=590560337143486228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/590560337143486228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/590560337143486228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-thurday-01-04-09-2008-wee.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-7656374659825510816</id><published>2008-09-06T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T02:29:18.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT MENYAMBUT BULAN RAMADHAN YANG PERNUH DENGAN BARAQH DAN MULIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JANGAN NAUGHTY NAUGHTY EY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shame on you, siapa tak puasa, nanti takleh hari raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BETUL BETUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mudah2an, kita menjadi muslim yang baik dan cuba perbaiki diri sendiri. Bacalah Al-quran dan amik kesempatan ini untuk ___fill in the blank___. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-7656374659825510816?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/7656374659825510816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=7656374659825510816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7656374659825510816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7656374659825510816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-menyambut-bulan-ramadhan-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-2083522393606026932</id><published>2008-09-06T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:22:43.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiwek, victor really took MC. and diah was on 2 days MC. (her acting sure good). at night left wendy and me. made up my mind not to do till closing cuz im meeting asmida for nice supper before ramadhan. wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, found out, wendy is the lepak supervisor out of all. stupid lame joke, go for smoke breaks, steal shrinkage and eat. nyahha. oh anyway, sadiq and me took ginger snap from shrinkage. i know it sounds yucky and herby but trust me, its nice! we put in food storage and we took turn went in to take a bite. skali 2-3 biskut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after work, met asmida. she's from her work. we ate macd. mkn mcm tk pernah makan. and then we walked towards esplanade to watch glimpse of the gigs happening around there. - BAYBEATS. oh nice performances anyway. there's 4 location meaning 4 gigs concurrently.&lt;br /&gt;nice one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, starting tmr, its PUASA TIME. to all my Muslim Readers ( which i doubt no one will read my blog), Selamat Puasa. Jangan Naughty Naughty ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yang Yok, Pagi2 bukak periuk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work and work. ruby bought OCK. help out at ladies cashier. oh, then lagging after work in the office, eat OCK again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met the rest from the afternoon Training. There's Jeff, Izzad, Mada, Epin, Adillah, Nisa, Afiq, Haddad and Abd. Met them at Tong Seng and then we hang out at Bras Basah Rooftop Playground. Thought of having fun but it end up a jiwang and souless gather. satu2 penat dr football and stuffs. its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then hitch a ride from epin. sure cost him a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmphh.. i woke up and went to ubi cdc again for my 3rd FTT. im confident enough because its mostly common sense qns. so when in a wee lil late. did my test. confident for the 2nd time and then submit and then, FAILED. again. hmm, agaknya im not meant to bwk kreta kot. when down and re-schedule for 4th FTT. *cursing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu lah, siapa suruh ketawa kan adam bila he failed his BTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so walked half way out, and then struck in the mind saying might as well i sign up for PDL. so when in again, queue again, took eye and colour test. tadaaa, i got my PDL. all done except FTT and i think im lazy to hire an instructor. shiyaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to school. oh, give solat jumaat another miss. head to sch, met diah and went for meeting.practised with izzah. then followed by production ehem2. i had fun. for both! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;copycat copycat scan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before head home, wahida, izzah jojot and me went for a lil supper. thx to my brilliant idea to eat CUP NOODLE at DOVER MRT pathway bridge. nyahha. we had fun singing, recording and be the attention of the crowd. best sey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="400" flashvars="first_video_id=ezaddhieqal:video:28&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1&amp;amp;security=k%2BlBHcZR%2BJUHI%2BTegNPwXA" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-2083522393606026932?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/2083522393606026932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=2083522393606026932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/2083522393606026932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/2083522393606026932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-31-08-2008-kiwek-victor-really.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-3741658066996948255</id><published>2008-09-03T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:26:57.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again mad jack theory. then went home with mates and hafiz. ok, its the last day for rusydi. sadd. the reason being, he forward his module and need to stay for 1 semester. hmm, guess thursday was the last day for us to mingle with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my classmates and me, we just friend in school. we're not the brothers who will contact outside school and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initial plan, seoul garden. wohoo! but naim short of cash. then we eat at LJS. kaw... nasib muai. then bump into nadhirah and afi, and then hidayah justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we sat at starbucks, chilled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="400" flashvars="first_video_id=ezaddhieqal:video:29&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1&amp;amp;security=iJ%2CXWyyTTQacDRKsX003YA" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and its time for us to depart. oodie need to go to bank and we were gg to AXS. after paying khalaf's fine, we just found out that we did not took a picture together. sanggup kita patah balik, tunggu die and then naik bus balik. wah sey, kita kat atas amik gambar until group of boys naik. si khalaf gave a remark yg kita mcm gaylord g2. thanks ey khalaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMaqojzykDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9w6ursliaMk/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMaqojzykDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9w6ursliaMk/s320/DSC01293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244066429903474738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMaqo_nStyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gzaXGP-BBvU/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMaqo_nStyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gzaXGP-BBvU/s320/DSC01294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244066437367248674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMaqpPvFEQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RLdiftMvLz8/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMaqpPvFEQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/RLdiftMvLz8/s320/DSC01296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244066441694875906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMaqpm2K6hI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xLDY0FN2Q_k/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMaqpm2K6hI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/xLDY0FN2Q_k/s320/DSC01297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244066447898634770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet my friend, rusdyi a.k.a oodie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and slept til 7.45pm. dang, i'm having a dinner with my friends at simpang! gosh. jeff and sara just woke up and they're at north-west. asmida and mira were at town and on their way. knowing the place is nearby, i took my own sweet time. nyahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so reached simpang, placed our order. and sarah and jeff came along. so there's mira, asmida, sarah, faridah, jeff, shamil and me. we ordered, joke around and had a food travelling. ok, jeff played and named each food after a country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, we walked slowly to tanah merah. and we stop by a playground. kiwak, btul2 deprived of childhood sey. asmida and sarah played the swings. shamil record jeff, mira, fard and me on the see-saw. born to be wild!! nyaha. and im so sorry mira to make you fall off from the see-saw. nasib tk kena bucu see-saw and hit you head. and then when i stuck at this pony. walking on the reflexology stones. and much more. and all were recorded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun! really2 fun! nasib ada bus 38, kalau tak daaaaa burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-3741658066996948255?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/3741658066996948255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=3741658066996948255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3741658066996948255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3741658066996948255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday-28-08-2008-again-mad-jack.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMaqojzykDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/9w6ursliaMk/s72-c/DSC01293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6208186498343727711</id><published>2008-09-03T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:44:56.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok morning paper. and i slept after i just write down notes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: the notes were just note, i havent memorise it yet ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the train, did mad jack revision. ---------- ok mad jack advise during paper, just do it ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, makan at KFC with mates. Da shiok2 mkn, baba/mama asked me out to johor. ni conferm makan lg! wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went in, went to Glitz. WW3 with faridah, the owner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biasa gak! then went Sabree Classic. try on my suits. Mom asked the yearly qns, asking for extra materials that we sent in. and hell yeah i wanna get it back, because i know there's like 2.5 metres left and i bought it with my own money. Amy was like escaping from the qn and was looking around. i went in the fitting room. in the room, there's big bags of red market plastics. and im kinda cursing the shop if the kain nowhere to found. aku tergerak hati nk bukak bag tu and i did. third kain from the top, its my kain behbey. then im cursing again. who knows diorg jual balik kain tu. sial nyek jantan. so i know im in wrong cuz aku bukak bag to which i not suppose to. dad went in next, and i did a signal to him to open up. and he did. and he brought out my kain and took it to our custody. YEAH BEHBEY. last nye kain masih missing. entah2 dalam bag tu and da dijual. sial nyek jantan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i bought smell-a-like CKin2U. and we ate PIZZA HUT. quite cheap you see. set of 4 cost RM$48 approx. there's 4 soups, pitcher, Large ayam percik pizza, plate of Nasi Kunyit with chicken balls, Kurma Sos and crinkle fries, and lastly 8 cheese sticks. banyak kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mama has this tendency to talk in english. menyampah. its a clear cut we're from Singapore. hehe. anyway, still love you whatever happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped by at bik nini and went home for last revision for my last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahha.. woke up from a deep sleep. thought of studying for my paper but then need to finish for my assignment for my LAST NIGHT RELIGIOUS CLASS. fun or what! but it had been an eye opener babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after maghrib set sail to mosque. there's a taklimat ramadhan beside my class. and everything goes smooth and re-cap the module again. and we end it eating PIZZA! fuh yoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. lets burn the midnight oil again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6208186498343727711?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6208186498343727711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6208186498343727711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6208186498343727711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6208186498343727711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/wednesday-27-08-2008-ok-morning-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8112431997758747838</id><published>2008-09-03T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:35:40.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day i didnt study knowing i had to end it b4 6pm. haha, the reason being i will be having meeting in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so met dila, izzad, haddad and zana at bugis we headed to arab st. anyway, haddad and i get to pose analing. heheh, because the the hari raya light up banner shows "Zuckerfest" which sounds so wrong, eg. fuckerfest. nyahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came along nadhirah. anyway waiting for our order was damn long. and the dish was not that yummy. nah jus an ordinary dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we wakled down to this kinda toy museum. siak arh, you can find alot of 'down to memory lane' stuffs. eg. eraser, the energiser bunny and much more. and meanwhile, we caught behind the shooting of the warna ramdhan or raya gemilang. nyahaa. and the AP kinda approaching us slowly and it turn out she just need our favour. a favour to walked behind the casts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then move on to macd and lepak with deserts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8112431997758747838?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8112431997758747838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8112431997758747838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8112431997758747838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8112431997758747838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-25-08-2008-whole-day-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6513599646389783756</id><published>2008-09-03T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:45:59.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on HUNGER STRIKE! i made it known to diah and she spread it!! HAHAH. its ok diah, i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the plan was: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; Take flyer tix from sis and go with diah and mira as they got free tix (thanks to ariff). however sis sold it, what as i told her previously before i changed my mind 2 days before. So, susbt with study group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;02.&lt;/span&gt; head for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt; go watch my dians performing at taman warisan for hari raya @ city, light up. and mingle2 with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everything ended when mum insisted me to go to work and gave the look and the respond if im not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, not to talk much i just go to work. i left behind my packed of rice in the car saying to baba, im not hungry. dropping a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HINT&lt;/span&gt; with the capital &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;, mister! thought of just cabut but i'm lazy to make up stories to DM and starting the thought of the strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sms baba saying im not hungry and stuffs, and he simply msg, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;' ok, i will bring it to work and eat it'&lt;/span&gt;. then exchanges of msg just to drop hint. and lastly, i just msg him, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'Im on hungry strike you see'&lt;/span&gt;. he replied, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;' yeah i understand. if you hungry just eat. after work bring you to simpang bedok&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiwek, sakit hati sey. sempoi jek reply. im on hungry strike to show my anger to mama for making me work but end up the anger were splitted for baba too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during break, followed them to marina sq. went in G200 store which were having sales. and then diah persuades to eat and i refuse it. and im off to work. ard 6plus i reflect again. hmm, i'm on hungry strike and mama doesnt know it. so what for right. unless, i bring my grudges to home and show it infront of her, making me losing the beautiful performances. and i think it may drag on, so i sneaked out and bought Old Chang Kee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i finished work, im still upset of miss the perfs at TW. and then met asmida, sadiq and diah again at mrt station. met them but they heading home. and their hands full with shopping bags, sial arh. haha. so send them infront of the mrt door but end up accompany them towards west. but worse still, end up i in Jurong. nyahhaa. but its ok, at least i get a seat in the train, and slept during the ride to east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baba waited for me at tanah merah and followed him to simpang. had a meal. haaaaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break went to tongseng to meet two lovely people. nyahha. i walked in the rain and i tot they will embraced in the rain before me but no, they took the train! wah sey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i leave them for their studies and im off to work after dinner. work all the way till night. after work, met sadiq, diah and asmida. joined them sitting by the esplanade bay, behind the atrium which was having a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we sat there, took pictures and stuffs and we walked along the bay. its random you see. and i lioke the evening walk with your friends. we headed to Macd at marina square. and they excited for jus a double cheeseburger treat. Macd were packed and floor outside were wet. so we quietly sat at Billy Bomber seats outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SManaP_N9kI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sToJqu85IVE/s1600-h/DSC02466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SManaP_N9kI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sToJqu85IVE/s320/DSC02466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244062885529646658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SManaJYCLzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bhVu02esQvY/s1600-h/DSC02469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SManaJYCLzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bhVu02esQvY/s320/DSC02469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244062883754684210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SManaZqWXqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MLiqNF09iME/s1600-h/DSC02470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SManaZqWXqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/MLiqNF09iME/s320/DSC02470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244062888126471842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happily squeezing chillis on our burger. but the waitress was quite shocked and we gave the puppy look to her. after a 10 second silent begging for mercy, eye contact, she sigh and continue her work. nyahha. so does the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, as and diah wer talking about vows or smth to do with it. and i put on an act with sadiq that were also having the same thing as they do. hehe. *grin* and then wanna do a bitchy slaps and sadiq mistaken it, thinking smth explicit. everyone were laughing and diah's hand was right at my chest and to be exact, at my tit, and evryone burst out laughing! sial arh. hehehe. its ok. i dont mind girl touch my BABAT tits. nyahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we walked our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: asmida missed her last bus! heheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6513599646389783756?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6513599646389783756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6513599646389783756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6513599646389783756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6513599646389783756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday-24-08-2008-im-on-hunger-strike-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SManaP_N9kI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sToJqu85IVE/s72-c/DSC02466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-5924696035282578905</id><published>2008-09-02T17:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:23:36.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i woke up late for friday prayers and its PICNIC time.&lt;br /&gt;bathe and its nearly 2pm. i'm not sure mama on her way back from ppis but i quickly dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept calling but i didnt answer. hmm, and when i'm about to wear my shoes, heard baba's shutting the car's door. and im hearing the lifts bell. kaws, but there's no sign of mama and i quickly locked the door and ran up to 4th floor. shiyaks, im trembling sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k now baba just moved off to work and im off to interchange to met the rest: fadhuli, reza, shakinah, odah and aisyahbi. each brought sandwiches, mee goreng and stuffs but the boys didnt brought any. hahaha. siak jek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the train, i was abit grumpy and wanna go home and no botanic at all. the reason being, its long i didnt hang with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to ps bought drinks and off to botanic garden. and yeah, now im looking forward to it. came along nisya from her interview. we lay the mat, munch sandwiches away and took photos. and also tease group of malay girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, we move our picnic ground to few metres away cuz the environmentalist goona put down the hornet nest. and droplets started to fall from the sky. and we kinda picnic under drizzling with umbrella above our head. thanks to fad, i guess, saying that the black clouds gonna move soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so w moved to the nearby hut and taddaa, the heavy rain started to fall. at the nick of time sia. and what we did to past time, we played twisters. KEKEK siol. started to criss cross around, caressing each other bodies. i lioke. and fad and reza and fun caressing each other groin when opporrunity comes.  shiyaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nisya got tix for firework festival and there's only 6. oh gosh, and oh well, malas nak pikir2, i chicken out. cuz i got the rest of my friends watching the firework. wohoo. so met wano, naz, izzad, shira and jeff. of course they shocked to see jason mraz lookalike on the loose (me). so we move off to meet the rest down there. and pleasantly suprised that the crowd were not like previously that we need pushings and stopped by the gantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hell yeah there's a delay in the firework. ard 30 mins.but while waiting, we did quite of stupid thing. such as singing birthday song to me, kepit hidung and much more. but waiting for the fireworks  was worthwhile. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we off to marina sq for supper. and many people chicken out and left jeff, aidil, izzad, me, shira and ariff. yeah, thats the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=rawmadness:photos:57&amp;amp;security=uqKoXFbjvOP%2BKdqe3%2B33xg&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first 20 or 30 picture are not my friends. those are wano's friends. u can skip forward faster if you want it so. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;a href="http://rawmadness.multiply.com/photos/album/57/fireworks"&gt;Wano's Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok people, meet John Merak adik kpd Jason Mraz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMartFrUigI/AAAAAAAAAYY/GqzUDonURsU/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMartFrUigI/AAAAAAAAAYY/GqzUDonURsU/s320/DSC01261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244067607225862658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMartRKzmKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4WxIczZxmb8/s1600-h/DSC01263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMartRKzmKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4WxIczZxmb8/s320/DSC01263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244067610310711458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMartUfeuFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5PMBrKpW0GE/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMartUfeuFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/5PMBrKpW0GE/s320/DSC01278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244067611202730066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway stopitsak, gambar semua tgk left!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-5924696035282578905?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/5924696035282578905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=5924696035282578905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5924696035282578905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5924696035282578905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-22-08-2008-ok-i-woke-up-late-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMartFrUigI/AAAAAAAAAYY/GqzUDonURsU/s72-c/DSC01261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-5220665254328089422</id><published>2008-09-02T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:12:44.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2x5 dol crew and casts came in did their first shooting. just leave them alone. now i don't gaga over them. aahaha. just a bit friendlier this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet diah, mira, as, sadiq and hafiz in school for group study. around 4pm i guess. at first we were at t15 till i complained the hot weather and in need of cold place that made us move to t16. nyahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and knowing i got the whole week to study for my paper on wednesday, i decided to give it a day even though i didnt open the book at most. they kept pushing for me to study and i dcided to become the entertainer. nyahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had buddy meals for dinner and jeff came ard 8pm and sarah came after her exam. laugh, joke and cranky that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept for only a hour and rushed to school&lt;br /&gt;in the train, flipping of books and formula's.&lt;br /&gt;and off for my paper. in the mad jack theory, just HENTAM lah...janji, habis paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after paper and the body exhaustion, rusydi rode us back near home. haha. i love riding in sunny, breezy morning and we're on our way to geylang. mcm bapak2. so we ate our branch there and rusydi off for his car maintenance. and for me, im off for my wet market. sharks, saw walid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the big red plastic bag, we ran for our bus. pheww, tired and im off to sleep behbey in the bus as well as at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway at night i did a spring cleaning. did it since last raya i guess.. and believe me the dust was that thick. oh and i re-arrange to my closet. pull out everyting and put it in colour coded. and meanwhile, i had fun wear my old shirts and pants back. overgrown teen wearing his pri5 vest. and wear all overgrown stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatblyjJFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jCfm-9KImc0/s1600-h/DSC01232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatblyjJFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jCfm-9KImc0/s320/DSC01232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244069505631724626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a shot with singlet, tight pants, jason's hat and pri5 year old vest! it looks like a girl fashion, but its purely man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatb9Za2II/AAAAAAAAAY4/sPxoDjCLrvM/s1600-h/DSC01242a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatb9Za2II/AAAAAAAAAY4/sPxoDjCLrvM/s320/DSC01242a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244069511968774274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;believe me, you wouldnt wanna see that! its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;protruding&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatcBERREI/AAAAAAAAAZA/BYBs-te4MWs/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatcBERREI/AAAAAAAAAZA/BYBs-te4MWs/s320/DSC01244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244069512953807938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatcn2tpvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/prNzdaLeLrc/s1600-h/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatcn2tpvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/prNzdaLeLrc/s320/DSC01249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244069523365930738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with my sec 1 school shorts. it still fits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatcxAPerI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SkRll10_DVo/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatcxAPerI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SkRll10_DVo/s320/DSC01251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244069525821815474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;these pile of shirts were in top of the chair and after the shot, the chair fall flat on the floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatnHKPVQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pOim8PZwSWI/s1600-h/DSC01253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatnHKPVQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pOim8PZwSWI/s320/DSC01253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244069703568020738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and these shirts were &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;color-terised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-5220665254328089422?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/5220665254328089422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=5220665254328089422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5220665254328089422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5220665254328089422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday-21-08-2008-meet-diah-mira-as.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMatblyjJFI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jCfm-9KImc0/s72-c/DSC01232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8434373570732163507</id><published>2008-09-02T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:29:09.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. met khalaf. and study. and then off for my night class. irritating ustaz. and the whole night, im been burning midnight oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. procrastinate. study no no. went to Macd but distracted alot. and there's a oil filter paper suck in my cheeseburger. and a group of girls from springfield played this game and their challange were cups of water, mixed with coffee mate and pepper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8434373570732163507?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8434373570732163507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8434373570732163507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8434373570732163507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8434373570732163507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday-19-08-2008-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1467452092936475586</id><published>2008-09-02T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:05:58.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday/ Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;   16 &amp;amp; 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;|08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work as per normal. plus tong seng. bored bored bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1467452092936475586?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/1467452092936475586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=1467452092936475586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1467452092936475586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1467452092936475586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-sunday-16-17-08-2008-work-as.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1751309940994350672</id><published>2008-08-31T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:30:20.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; |08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, woke up late. ard 11 plus. mom sure to give me the scream. run aizat run.&lt;br /&gt;wake jeff up and poof to jurong mrt station. and then slept again the train ride to tampines. went for friday prayers and rest when at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haddad gave me a call, asking wanna tag along for Sinar Lebaran 2008 recording, and obviously YES! had to abort study group meeting with diah and jeff. diah was on her way home actually. nyahha. been calling diah to tag along but her phone went flat i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initial plan for the day to gather at ais home and say some prayers for my sick nenek and the arwahs. so beg to my mum letting me escape and sing&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; HARI RAYA song out loud&lt;/span&gt;. and she gave me the face yet im embraced it and gave a puppy look. - *nah the look i exagerrated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the car, she gave me the cold shoulder. oh well i dropped off at the mrt station and off to bishan. hmmph, she sms me. saying yakidiyak yakidiyak ba ba black sheep &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*all motherhood nagging stuff u see&lt;/span&gt;*.  then i replied to my father saying, ' im gg to boon lay'. This was a risk taker cuz if he say ok, you cant go back to your word that you're gg to mediacorp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she called saying, 'nak pegi-pegi lah. aku cuma tunjuk perasaan aku .............ni last chance ey'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irony.&lt;/span&gt; then when say our last sentence, i put down the phone. 10 mins later, she called me saying, 'kenapa letak telefon??'... kaw.. kalau 1 min later takpe, ni da 10 mins sey... mak dikaws..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on my way there, asmida accopmpany me on the phone. she was sick after a night study at WCP. haha. and also happen jihad called me 4 times that i didnt picked up. nyahha. so when reached bishan, met jihad and off to their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiwak, tunggu haddad boleh cair sak. we hailed the cab and waited for him for more than 10 mins. and then off to mediacorp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. alot of people queueing. they were in their nice outfits, haridos, capals and songkok maha tinggi. and meanwhile, haddad, jeff and myself took photos here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're in the studios. dang, lots of props and manpower. hmm. 1st time in for Sinar Lebaran recording but not 1st time in mediacorp.  so the recording started, the sound systems were not the umph as if the singer sang to themself. in short, the sound system muffles in. and then, aliff aziz, i think you better stick with singing. dont dance aite. and the recording were pretty tight, lots of shuffling in props that it drag for hours. however, overall i had fun and its exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and part kesian aku naik taxi sorang2. actually wanna hitch a free ride home with hafiz and then filzah, izzah and dan. but then 5's a crowd and tk lengah2 lagi i got out from the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hail another cab. then drop haddad off ard bishan and i hit the road again. talk with the nicest cab driver. he asked me whether i would like to hear rnb, hip hop and some sort of genres. i say anything would be fine. initially, i thought he will play it out from a radio. BUT NO, he had burn it into a cd. and he chose a RNB song. fuh yoh! best sak. and th rest of the journey, i feel calm and yeah. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here's the picture. and lucky cubs to take picture with hady and taufik coz the cubs blocking their way and they took the opportunity. nyahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=bitchfreezone:photos:35&amp;amp;security=EfGK0hcn77TUH4vpmdp7mg&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1751309940994350672?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-598593730969770752</id><published>2008-08-25T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:50:16.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hiatus!&lt;br /&gt;examos periados.&lt;br /&gt;gonna return and chat about bitches.&lt;br /&gt;and i will update my blog, friensters, SSP domain, SSP stuffs and much more.&lt;br /&gt;wait after my exam end on thursday aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S.O.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ame &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ld &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;tory)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-598593730969770752?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/598593730969770752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=598593730969770752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/598593730969770752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/598593730969770752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiatus-examos-periados.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-426798660125469810</id><published>2008-08-21T02:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:20:04.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>procrastinate is the word. lets see what i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came in the afternoon for CSW phone test. then followed by unsuccessful study in the library while waiting for diah and abd. waited for them to finish their meeting and followed diah in her sudden urge for karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town to meet jeff and some other people. shamil tag along and nizal on his way to town. but the place was fully booked and the earliest we can get was around 10pm. im gonna spend only 1.5 hours as i wanna go home. but we just abort our plan. nizal and shamil make their way home but for jeff, diah and me, went to suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat down with starbuck drinks. yum yum! and for the first time, i solve the rubiks cube. and end up i sleepover at jeff's hs with the reason for studying. end up we watch golden compass!&lt;br /&gt;best. apa jeff kata kan, " ni ah budak drama asik nk comment jek". nyahha. play rubiks, talk cock, watch 5 impressions of mats n minahs, laugh like nothing happen till we make dan woke up and scold us. nyahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. woke up late for my AIS tutorial. nevertheless continue my sleeping venture. sharks, im so gonna get it from Mr Tan as he's my FYP supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when i'm on my way for lecture, it strike in my mind that my lecture had ended last week. so watch vcd then meet diah for lunch. and after lunch, went for gems. anti-climax: the lecturer approached us mentioning that we didnt do qn 2 and 3 for our presentation last week. kiwekkks, my darah goes up, up and explode sak. i did warn my group mates about it and this is the result for another research, AGAIN! wah-piang ey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gems, lunch and joined saf, jibby and jeff for a game of monopoly. kecik tag along.  but they were playing scrabble before that. gerek per monopoly and i became the banker. wohoo! vintage game with jeff's twist of games that adds the interest of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game stretched for hours and i remembered i dont monopoly again. because it need strategy and kinda boring if you hang to your properties without auctioning away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after rounds of this game, we're off to fc3 for suprised celebration for diah and saiful. and it attracts unwanted strangers looking at us creating lots of noise and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we rushed for mzk meeting. and there's funny and awkward moment during it. and we end our meeting around 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is the intresting part..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jihad told izzad and me that there's no mrt to east. the reason being that there was a suicide either at queenstown or commonwealth mrt track. sharks! my mind went absurd thinking ways of going home and taking cab home was not in the option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we planned to go town then took bus to tampines. we make our way. at control station, the dashboard stating 6 mins to east. then their next advert, saying there's no train to queenstown. soo.... the train gonna skip-to-the-loo across queenstown. thought of approaching the staff but we're to complacent. walked further down and we ran to catch our bus to town. saw mimi but we went ahead first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus now was at ACS and mimi called saying that when our bus hit the road, the staff went down saying that the train to east resume as per normal. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;kiwakk, menyirap.&lt;/span&gt; a close situation. what if i dont rush for the bus? cnferm balik senang hati dgn train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the bus looking for nearest mrt but the bus does not pass-by any. so when we reached town, i keep saying that we should stop at somerset as the mrt station is nearer to bustop. but end-up we stopped at orchard and walked to mrt station. it was quite a distant. but once we walked closer to control station, the announcement made saying the train to marina bay has departed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;kiwakkk, menyirap&lt;/span&gt; for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called jeff as he's around town. but izzad and me decide if there's no bus to tampines, we will join him and we catch the midnight bus. as we're walking back to bustop, the bus went pass us. apa lg, we ran and in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached tampines around 12.45am. the only bus avail at the period was 38. its not our bus but atleast it goes along the way. so we didnt take the bus, still waiting for feeder bus. but there's none at sight and we make our way to macd. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pikir2, kalau kite mkn macd at this time and stuff, puas hati duduk ngn dorg kat town and catch the midnight bus which betul2 stop depan rumah aku&lt;/span&gt;. haha. but its ok. at least we made it. then we walked back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ida whom previously stucked in the unfortunate train called describing the situation. there's a police escort a man with his hand handcuffed. hasty generalization: it must be fight.&lt;br /&gt;and the victim's head was crashed and still got a heartbeat when carried back at platform. but he died in the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-426798660125469810?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/426798660125469810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=426798660125469810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/426798660125469810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/426798660125469810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/08/procrastinate-is-word.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-2094045886819883978</id><published>2008-08-18T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:49:55.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no class till AROC lab test at 1pm. but no, i need to go for my retest of QnR quiz. by right will be around 10am. and due to my kemalasan and witty brain, i manage to push to 11am. WAKHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school, went to his office and quietly clicking answers on my laptop. but sempoi gilaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;submit and get instant marks. and off to the twinnies fard and diah. fard was revising for her test, meanwhile diah meddling with her brand new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went for my AROC lab test and in the 2nd group. 1st batch says easy but when i start doing it, dangg~ did correct steps but when i get the results, it was negative. there's no negative resistant. anyway, the value was covered so we need to find it and thats the reason being we're having this lab test. so i took a sneak peep in my book the last result i collected. oh tested on open circuit. so when i manage to get the result, quickly change and submit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushes to celebrate mira's bdae, diah's advance bdae and sofie's belated bdae. but the surprise was for diah and mira. people in for the suprises were as, sarah, abd, me, sofie, shoba, sakinah, wano, shira and hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walau, we had two tricked surprise. 1st, lighted candles and position, end up the auntie cleaner came out of the lift. then we kept burning the candles till it were damn short and some of the cake was polluted with candle waxes. then when its for real, they were shocked. it was a pleasant sweet surprise for them with ur cresentians around. then did normal cake rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, met with you-know-who for you-know-right! and ended quite late. and then, rushed for my night religious class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;woke up and saw mr chee's msg saying that he cant conduct the quiz in the morning and will be avail in the afternoon. after i read the msg, my eyes were wide open. Gosh, i have not study yet. quickly i msg him saying it will be on the tuesday, rather than monday! pheww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school, late as usual.&lt;br /&gt;and then followed by AROC lab quiz which last minute belajar. kiweks, unexpected sak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, step in the library, put aside my thinking of studying. went to the vcd shelves and start choosing vcds. met asmida and one by one came joining us. and diah, as, mira and me eye witness a chinese couple being horny. start kissing and making sex noise. KINKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my other side, these boys were kinda waiting for hours to get into the room. sempoi gila, waited outside pestering people which also their friend. get into the room with unknown people just to 'chop' the room after they use it. and they wasted the hours waiting and spending in the room by just watch 1 vcd. and like a hooligan jumping around with loud volumes. kalau masuk, fuh kalau clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything wraps us with a meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-2094045886819883978?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/2094045886819883978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=2094045886819883978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/2094045886819883978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/2094045886819883978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuesday-no-class-till-aroc-lab-test-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-510167700099614042</id><published>2008-08-13T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:22:15.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat/ sun: working day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy National Day, Singapore! it falls on saturday, so no public holiday for me, no firework for me, no happy2 with friends, no whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work and reached quite early. and sadiq and diah joined me for my break at the memorial chopstick. and there's a crowd going to watch the national day at marina bay. dang! and everyone went on their own way. Saturday's in MNS was boring. not much pple want to shop despite of the 20% discount storewide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nixia and i planned to go outside RC and watch fireworks while smoking. so when at 8pm, nixia went up with aunty ivy to take coffee's coupon. and this mangkuk, slowpoke menswear staff, cadie, wanna go toilet. i did warn her to hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly joy and i were suprised by the firework's blast noise and the motion created. we rushed to the only to this squeezy place at the back to watch firework. farah and hui tong came by. actually im finding a way for us to enter in but end up they squeeze in the hole and manage to see it. they left me alone and im afraid our manager will pop in anytime. so when i squeeze in, the firework just ended. KIWAKK. that was only 1st phase of the firework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nixia called me to hurrily get out. cadie jalan lenggang kangkong betul nyek cibye! then i ran off and as i step out of RC, i could only see the smokes. KIWEKKKKK! im cursing cadie all the way. as mention by nixia, she stalled nixia to buy bread for her and then she talked on the phone. after a while, she told nixia need not to buy the bread. mcm ne tak marah, sial!! wasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these previous saturdays, i just manage to hear the bombarding sound which sounded like there's a commotion in the store.  sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sun, was totally bz. and this cadie mcm biskut. bastard betul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i sold two suits. and was awarded with 1 piece of J'Co Doughnut. nabs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-510167700099614042?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/510167700099614042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=510167700099614042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/510167700099614042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/510167700099614042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/08/sat-sun-working-day-happy-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-4172685646083938317</id><published>2008-08-12T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:00:57.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>continue on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the morning intention to go to school. but since im gonna sit for my FTT for the second time, i make an excuse to mom. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just started studying for the FTT, same as previous reason for failing. the reason being, tired after training. dang, in my mind, contemplating determining im will pass or fail. when at CDC, sat for it, and press the SUBMIT button, results show i failed. DANG! counting no. 3. Dad send to and fro from CDC. and we prayed at tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school, thought of studying but companion overwhelms it. when to as.mi.rah. catalock's fleas market. organised by SB's FYP thing. they did quite well and their cresentians friends being nice to drop by. and we help them pack and stuff. then we moved into one of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SKGmY5WEuyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/rAJYFz_HbbA/s1600-h/ssp+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SKGmY5WEuyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/rAJYFz_HbbA/s320/ssp+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233647188621703970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's more behbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SKGmZBMddII/AAAAAAAAAXI/pC6EbFndzL8/s1600-h/ssp+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SKGmZBMddII/AAAAAAAAAXI/pC6EbFndzL8/s320/ssp+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233647190728864898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the owner of catalock. kinda cool name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i'm about to send costumes back to abang. but i love the company so i stayed. this is what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SKGmZYRxq2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3AHOuyX5e9E/s1600-h/ssp+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SKGmZYRxq2I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/3AHOuyX5e9E/s320/ssp+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233647196925176674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SKGmZsr5LqI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5-tivp_LsOY/s1600-h/ssp+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SKGmZsr5LqI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5-tivp_LsOY/s320/ssp+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233647202403430050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thanks sarah for the hair. sure lots of BOBBIES in your hair. (chignon hair style, credit to Johnny lavoy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we took pictures, videos, shadows, rubiks and jokes. i like when sarah and i learn MUAY thai from our friend, faiz bustami! HEHE. video lg! and we did sparring. HEH. and i actually during sparring, i kind of anal on Abd using my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we move to MLS to help them in cleaning our ssp cupboard. dang~ there's much thing to explore. one thing im eager to do eversince last year is DRESS UP day! (eew sounds like a girl) we manage to get things tidy and stuffs and we lastly, we did a finale. it actually started off with faiz singing, aidil strumming and abd recording. and ended, we sat in a circle and started singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were aidil, faiz, asmida, fizza, wahida, nadiah, abd, sarah, mira and me. theme: MLS, we clean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything, i dragged mira to yishun to follow me send costumes. then we rushed to causeway to meet the rest and as the matter of fact, im damn hungry. i ate beef bowl smth like zingdo's stuffs and worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-4172685646083938317?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/4172685646083938317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=4172685646083938317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4172685646083938317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4172685646083938317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/08/continue-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SKGmY5WEuyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/rAJYFz_HbbA/s72-c/ssp+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-7422023395350828289</id><published>2008-08-09T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:55:50.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for just pathetic hours. enter classroom, seeing from far, khalaf stranded at the side with bandages on his both arms and leg. 2nd motor accident, 1st experience on his own bike and a earful nagging from his mom just learning that he has his own bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by gg to SAA then lib to study. had the intention but i was rather sleepy and end up, i'm creating bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up, make our way to t16 to meet my supervisor. for 30 mins of waiting,we called him, and thx ey, he's out from school premises. i walked my way back to fc3 then accompany mira to her aunt's house at queenstown. walauwei, its not a flat terrain, quite a distant and its humid. but nah, it still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rushed to boon keng for practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-7422023395350828289?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/7422023395350828289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=7422023395350828289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7422023395350828289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/7422023395350828289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/08/thursday-went-to-school-for-just.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6379343149060134148</id><published>2008-08-09T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:47:26.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ard 1am in wed morning, i still couldn't sleep. So what do i did? I wake up, dance around. then tuck in bed. Woke up again, a lists to bring for tomorrow performance in my phone. tuck back in bed. threw the comforter away from my leg, get all the items i listed down and chuck in my bag. lie down on the floor. still can't get to sleep. so what i did, i wake up, take my black pants and check the threads. its loosing anyway. so took the sewing machine, plug in and start to sew all the the loosing threads. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERANGAI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end up i woke up late again but manage to go for my morning tutorial. followed by Macd breakfast. waited for khai to collect the costumes from him. so thought of going lecture, but i think i got better things to do such as my 0% complete for my GEMS presentation that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started doing my presentation and stuffs and meet hazah. She set up the place and im off for my discussion. and to and fro to MLS to prepare the rest. Serious juggling of time. time 12 pm and need to report by 2pm. guess not that professional enough to make up for two hours with the our slow progression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rushed for my presentation. Technical errors such as laptops and videos. Presentation went well but not as smooth but everyone were engaged with us. and it ends near 2pm and i'm having panic attack. when it ends, i took my leave and make a fool crushing through a lock door. sempat melatah. and i ran off to MLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reach, still slow progression. a discipline guru is here. shout here and there, panic-king everyone. and everything goes as plan. we move as an army walking towards admin block. we're a graceful as itek gembo gembo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, celebration in the middle of the road at front gate. everyone not in the mood of dancing. hot weathers, humid, tired of preparation and rushing. did some self motivation! we dance for our item and walaa, its done. but i could sense not a 100% effort perfs. but im still content that we achieve my obj. My obj is to let the school notice and aware that there Malay Cultural Dance on the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to moberly to rest and some went home. and we had a scrumptious dinner arranged by Ms Hope. a buffet. and she don't mind non-participants or not performing to enjoy the dinner. seriously my stomach was bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it end off with meetings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25957829@N07/sets/72157606576062997/show/"&gt;Sadiq's flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=bitchfreezone:photos:31&amp;amp;security=o6GNxEv4R9W2opNGL8Kbzg&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6379343149060134148?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6379343149060134148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6379343149060134148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6379343149060134148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6379343149060134148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/08/wed-ard-1am-in-wed-morning-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8040787970593440825</id><published>2008-08-08T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:45:04.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Morning Lecture will cover PYP. so might as well right!&lt;br /&gt;went to pasir ris to change my Ezlink card. and it's good as new. (It is new!!)&lt;br /&gt;Not fetching my parents from the airport as i got lots to cover that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sch in the afternoon for lab test quiz. Den meet my buddy Jeff and off for my essay.&lt;br /&gt;along came diah and to my essay rescue. pardon my english behbey. and she gets the essay moving and smoothing. and actually late for my training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training for wed's NDOC. we will be joining and its last minute. and my main obj for tarian is to get the sch notice of us and want to hired us for events. Training is kinda bored and lepak. we're repeating the steps. so, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having a night religious class after my training, but due to unforeseen behavior from pple and myself, i skipped my class. went to yishun to get my costumes for tomorrow. in the train ride with jeff as he's tagging with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at yishun, took costume from abg yazid and off for dinner whereas he's meeting his friend. ate at KFC with khai n jeff and we ate Variety Value Meal. Worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rushed home. parents not home yet. quickly bathe and tuck in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. after sunday's show, went home and didnt study for my quiz on monday.&lt;br /&gt;so i slept and overslept till 7. i guess it will be a waste trip as previous lab test as i got the remaining minutes to complete it. so slept back and the idea of taking the whole day off was actually top of my mind list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up ard 11 plus and went to school. halfway on my journey, naim msg that he's on his way home, thus i went to clementi's polyclinic. tips from asmida was useful. went in and amazed by their advanced technology: scanning of IC and stuffs. waited outside the room, watching chinese show. the beeping of their tag board keep me jumping off my seat and my heart pumps faster as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in the room.&lt;br /&gt;he was writing off something, when he curiously asking,&lt;br /&gt;D:  you live in tampines, why you came so far away to see doctor&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh, I'm schooling in SP.&lt;br /&gt;D: Oh. So what can i help u?&lt;br /&gt;M: (carrying out asmida tip was to feign sick)  I' m having a bad headache and couldn't wake up for morning test (suppose to be quiz) and later I'm go to do my project afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;D: Anyway, isn't your paper important than your project&lt;br /&gt;M: I know, but i couldn't wake up for it and this project is equally important. Now I'm having a slight headache.&lt;br /&gt;D: That is not a valid reason arh sir. so do u need a medicine?&lt;br /&gt;M: hmmm. I think no need as the reason being, i got paracetamol at home.&lt;br /&gt;D: ok, do you need MC?&lt;br /&gt;M: Yes (grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk out from the room relieving the 1st attempt of feigning sick and quickly get the approve stamp. phewww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school thought of completing my stuffs. yet to be procrastinate, i leave everything aside and started blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my day ends with meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my card suddenly faulty and couldn't detect by the machine. and thx to nad for lending me money to buy the card. so one of the place i could change is at pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the train and about to reach tampines, contemplating to go to pasir ris to change my ezlink. time now is at 11.30. My mind now thinking, whether pasir ris and tampines fare is the same, the reason being, i bought tampines card. then if i go pasir ris, without taping out, i want to change my card then take ride back to tampines and back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i settled my mind, den off to pasir ris. still at tampines platform and moving, i look back at the opps track dashboard and saying that train had terminated. KIWEK! and suddenly it strike my mind that the office is at the middle of the interchange and it opens office hours. dang~ im stranded in pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; look left n right when at interchange and there's only 1 bus left for my trip home. waited, waited and waited. still no sight of the bus. Either i walk (scary bom pee pee), cab (got money but sayang cuz belanja alot of stuffs) or wait. the bus came and off i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8040787970593440825?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8040787970593440825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8040787970593440825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8040787970593440825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8040787970593440825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuesday-morning-lecture-will-cover-pyp.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8889664486283028897</id><published>2008-08-04T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:38:52.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets start where i stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up. called in saying i'm on MC. thought of gg to clinic but nah, waste of money. if they ask for it, i will say that i got a 2 days MC and that MC, i give it to School for record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did all the miscellaneous stuffs at home and get my sister to jump out of the bed and get ready. plus gong2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cab ride to CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we get ready and stuffs. and everyone getting hungry at around 5.30pm. SO everyone went out to buy dinner in our costumes. Eyes were set on us and casual remarks passed on and could be heard by strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 8pm, we did our item and followed by photo taking. As i said, hours of training, hours of preparation, 2 mins of show casing yet 1 hour of glamours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ariff/ filzah/ izzah - thank you for dropping by. im having kenoneng which explain my unusual reaction of seeing your friends coming by to support me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quick packed up followed by a dinner at Adam's corner. i'm starting to opening up to DIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SJbWvPE6ABI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VC6m8A36iu4/s1600-h/DSCF7212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SJbWvPE6ABI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VC6m8A36iu4/s320/DSCF7212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230604124226715666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: i love the shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=deen24:photos:13&amp;amp;security=0XJMTkZ%2CD4x3A%2B%2C1an2r6g&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work and the whole day contemplating to go for Sunday's show. thinking on how i wanna escape from work. lets leave it till Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, love working companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up not by mum's usual SCREAMOS. today she's in vacation mode. My parents are going to Vietnam for a holiday. not really a honeymoon because my relatives are tagging along. actually it is the other way round.  if they are going on honeymoon, hmmmm * think of what they gonna do*, SHIYAKS. goosebump sey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad still shaking my sister's body to wake up and asking to send him to airport. a rare request from my dad. we woke up, get dress and for me, i skipped school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached Budget Terminal, check in luggages and waiting for departure. waited at the cafe till they check in. walauwey, my parents went in and keep waving at us till there's no sight of them. i took their picture at a distant where they about to scan their fingerprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMavI2ob2CI/AAAAAAAAAZg/q-fHpDt0CCc/s1600-h/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMavI2ob2CI/AAAAAAAAAZg/q-fHpDt0CCc/s320/DSC01185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071382758447138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMavJNDUuyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xsSfsGXSi-8/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SMavJNDUuyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xsSfsGXSi-8/s320/DSC01186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244071388776807202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they're waving at us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hmm, my sister and i looking at each other feeling a bit sad and happy at the same time and walked off for a smoke. for now, i'm emotionally attached to be with my both sisters during my free 5 day pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mosque. to SP for previous academic Agenda plus bdae celeb and meetings. followed by DIAN training. Lastly a supper at beach road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for supper, we ate TULANG. bloody bloody red tulang, sucking for the som-som and dipping bread in the spicy gravy. SHIOK! came along my 2nd sister and eventually we're having a SIBLING getaway! &lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=qelizx:photos:180&amp;amp;security=x1wD5gmzY6%2BSyFK7BuWPDA&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, a cab ride home with gong2. seriously, i think the driver was a it insane+sleepy+drunk or what! he speed up but he was waving around on the road. dont forget the signature cab scent!&lt;br /&gt;once we alight, my 2nd sister and i went to the pavement, and she starts to puke followed by me. the cab driver looking at us helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to school for CSW and that's  my only class for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to library to finish up my&lt;br /&gt;01. GEMs essay&lt;br /&gt;02. GEMs research plus presentation&lt;br /&gt;03. AES elearning which due today&lt;br /&gt;04. QnR Tutorial&lt;br /&gt;05. Web Design Template&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more. So walked in level5 and saw Aqilah. Then Aidil and nina came by. Along came Jalil. Minutes later, Asmida walked in. Dang~ there goes my time wasting side tracking with them. Not their fault, neither mine. Blame on our favorite spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i manage to complete my AES elearning which contain only 5 questions yet i done it within 1 hour. Thanks to Asmida for getting me on the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After library, went for meeting followed by DIAN training. rushed down and i'm late as usual. saw new faces around. for example Deen, Nazmi, Nana and Fitri. Practice for our National Day Dinner Show this Sunday. I'm been contemplating to join. Remember i got weekend jobs? yeah, thats the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, MacD and a ride home on nadia moley's dad's car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8889664486283028897?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8889664486283028897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8889664486283028897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8889664486283028897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8889664486283028897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-start-where-i-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SJbWvPE6ABI/AAAAAAAAAW4/VC6m8A36iu4/s72-c/DSCF7212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-2606805360842283078</id><published>2008-07-31T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:26:15.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Datang SP, masuk LT,  keluar, pergi Library, Nampak Ama n Nabil, Tgk wayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perangai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went GEMS, suddenly the language class atmosphere was stealth back in the past in the year of Hitler. went out, slept outside for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;PERANGAI&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went for briefing and interview for F1 job. SP seeking 600 students. so might as well give a try. but end up went out after 2 hours of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PERANGAI!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate pizza and pictionary. the mood for study with diah dies off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PERANGAI!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Jeritan Sepi, 1st episode. saw J rosmini was bullied and thrown up by her children and in-laws. remind me of my Late Grandma, Late Yusni jaafar and my mom. they all in the same size. and i cant stand women of this sizes bullied or live in poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat on the prayer mat, praying for all esp when i thought back of Jeritan Sepi, i had the sudden urge of missing my mom. hoping i wont do such a thing to her in the future. tried to call mom. but she didn't pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a deep breathe, and msg her. " Mama, Haikal rindu mama." it was unusual of me msg this kind of thing. and received sms from her, " i 2." = me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she returned home, hug her and smile at her. then i confess saying i watched the Jeritan Sepi and feel sad about it. she knew the content and asking me around what if we in the situation. you know what i did, i walked away! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-2606805360842283078?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/2606805360842283078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=2606805360842283078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/2606805360842283078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/2606805360842283078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/datang-sp-masuk-lt-keluar-pergi-library.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-5899750391233304797</id><published>2008-07-29T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:25:19.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday blues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school and end at 1. mountains of project works and books to study but loose focus end up i upload pictures at my multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by lepak followed by st. luke hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at my grandma down her bed. kesian dia. hope the best for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, mom had bad table manners or attitude when she's trying to hide her anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; bangun with a headache.&lt;br /&gt;went work forgo ms shanaz weddin dinner reception.&lt;br /&gt;no choice, too much off days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with nixia, eating kampong fried rice and also sushi. haha. hmm, during work, i think people taked bad bad bad things about me. i wanna burp, but the heat from the spicy kampong fried rice went to my throat till my nose that made me chock. leave the customer and drank nearly 5 cups of water wanna clear the heat. tears fell like priceless. it was that bad till victor attend my customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffs few sweets in my mouth to clear the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and time past very slow. nixia, hui tong and me, got nothing to do but to CCTV till we go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-5899750391233304797?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/5899750391233304797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=5899750391233304797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5899750391233304797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5899750391233304797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-blues-school-and-end-at-1.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-9190269322654953969</id><published>2008-07-29T00:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:38:53.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Journey of Dancers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SI33GpyBwbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jNjG82pQzvw/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SI33GpyBwbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jNjG82pQzvw/s320/dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228106436113973682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to do this on saturday night but i was simply exhausted. so, here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dear Zapin Wangsa II kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days, been looking at your pictures, friensters, blogs and video. i would like to apologize to you guys if any mistakes and angriness throughout the weeks of training. as i mention before, the scolding doesn't mean to demoralize you guys, but to point out mistakes to make improvements. and indeed you guys had proven to us on the performance itself. thank you for the benefit of my doubt being skeptical to make most 1st-timer a performer. for those i didn't select, don't be sad because there will be lot more opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/photos/album/77/Audition_CLAP_training#87"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 347px;" src="http://images.ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/image/5/photos/77/500x500/87/DSCN0148.JPG?et=pch74ELw9kYf0bg4cnxwWQ&amp;amp;nmid=107141826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a pact with a devil earlier on was indeed a hidden bless. having a culture shock right. thank you for being skeptical but opening up that there's a ties binding us. takkan melayu hilang di dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/photos/album/77/Audition_CLAP_training#108"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 345px;" src="http://images.ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/image/4/photos/77/500x500/108/DSCN0179.JPG?et=NOMTbZfQBESWNHfmwem7fA&amp;amp;nmid=107141826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/photos/album/77/Audition_CLAP_training#86"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 347px;" src="http://images.ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/image/4/photos/77/500x500/86/DSCN0147.JPG?et=Yxq0moB5auhWh7TmsNmd3g&amp;amp;nmid=107141826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qayyum/Jalil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;'Semangat Zaman' which was defined by sue. Initially, i don't bother about you guys. I made a hasty generalisation, which was i assume you guys won't be long in SSP when first saw you two during our orientation 08. however, you prove me wrong in my fallacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Qayyum, smile always. 'Every question you ask is important', right! there's people around you, with you, smiling with you. don't drift far away with those mundane thoughts. be strong aite! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of you always lighten the situation up during training, good effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/photos/album/77/Audition_CLAP_training#103"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 351px;" src="http://images.ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/image/4/photos/77/500x500/103/DSCN0167.JPG?et=2Alg3wrvcHKwE0518vILVw&amp;amp;nmid=107141826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khairul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know me well what i want to say to you. Thank you for being with me eversince Mzk III. Helping me out, each training. Help with logistics and being punctual and kind enough for everything. I wonder what if nizal doesn't asked you to join my dance during MZK III training.. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/photos/album/77/Audition_CLAP_training#93"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SI335mgL63I/AAAAAAAAAWo/dzpfBDvrwmE/s1600-h/25072008%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SI335mgL63I/AAAAAAAAAWo/dzpfBDvrwmE/s320/25072008%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228107311407164274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqilah/Athira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of you had been very eager went come to dance. always put on a smile and never fails to do your best. especially to aqilah, always work up whenever i planned to replace her when she fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/photos/album/77/Audition_CLAP_training#91"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 284px; height: 378px;" src="http://images.ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/image/4/photos/77/500x500/91/DSCN0152.JPG?et=OMGOhz5JnHk5ZdJGkwrN5g&amp;amp;nmid=107141826" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadzirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes indeed, mr, NOT, ms funny. very cheeky each training. even though, always leg injury and keep forgetting steps, you made it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/photos/album/77/Audition_CLAP_training#98"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 252px; height: 336px;" src="http://images.ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/image/4/photos/77/500x500/98/DSCN0160.JPG?et=xdPNEa1kusqVI65eDjlNfA&amp;amp;nmid=107141826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hazah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A dedicated and a dancer front shows clearly wherever you go. i would be kanchong if you didnt help me make up and help with costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SI36MI6U6iI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CcPEyTRaIWU/s1600-h/DSC04051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SI36MI6U6iI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CcPEyTRaIWU/s320/DSC04051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228109828904512034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/photos/album/77/Audition_CLAP_training#96"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 206px; height: 275px;" src="http://images.ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/image/4/photos/77/500x500/96/DSCN0158.JPG?et=nmC%2B2P6znXEU5L2m6G%2CwAg&amp;amp;nmid=107141826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nasuha and athira H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;our reserves. thanks for helping me out for costumes/make up/transporting/reserves. gratefully appreciated. thank you to be in malay dance despite a modern dance background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for orang belakang takbir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suhailah.Nadhirah.Adillah.Sarah.Mira.Izzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;behind every successful man( just a quote), there's ladies supporting and helping him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for costumes/make up/ choreography.&lt;br /&gt;lastly, ABG YAZID, my mentor. for providing costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SI33GRrfzWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Poy-vc3EwXg/s1600-h/47b8d906b3127cce98548f80a3eb00000046100AauWjly1cMWTg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SI33GRrfzWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Poy-vc3EwXg/s320/47b8d906b3127cce98548f80a3eb00000046100AauWjly1cMWTg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228106429644131682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember, SSP is not only about dance, but our other wings that you can be involve. Hopefully, Allah can bring us back once again to be perform with each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i miss you guys and you people are gorgeous. i wanna cry after your performance but i simply can't cuz im happy for you all. and excuse me for another show and can't enjoy cam-whoring with beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures can be found at,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/"&gt;My Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rawmadness.multiply.com/"&gt;Wano's Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/sweetscentprincess/FW"&gt;Filzah's Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25957829@N07/"&gt;Sadiq's Flicker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="hthttp://natawate.multiply.com/video/item/19/SSP_dance_zapin_wangsa?replies_read=6tp://"&gt;Zapin Wangsa Video from Jeff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you simply blog hop or friendster.&lt;br /&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/27646004-9190269322654953969?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/9190269322654953969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=9190269322654953969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/9190269322654953969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/9190269322654953969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/journey-of-dancers-been-wanting-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SI33GpyBwbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jNjG82pQzvw/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-2145810467759216801</id><published>2008-07-28T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:02:40.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;26th July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day had come, a busy day i assume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one of the memorable day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early morning. text jalil and athira for meet up. i had jalil went to lavendar for blank disc and after that, both of them to tampines by train cuz i gave the wrong bus information. but we did meet at 11am, time for meet up at KHATIB! and im still in TAMPINES. its ok, its alright! a candy, caramel treat for kind souls waiting and soon-to-follow the punctuality of SSP. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, a ride and talk on a morning, calm bus ride. i LOVE calm bus ride esp bright mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached khatib around 11.30 and met the rest at the plaza. sadiq perangai, skipped work.. but i love your spirits behbey! did rehearsal on the stage for 3 rounds despite having it at 3pm because we gonna give it a miss. and everything ends when we make a move to yum's house for open house. and of course, foods! took train to lake side accompany by jokes and riddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached lakeside. and thanks ey, it was a walking distance under a humid, rainy weather.  reached his house, give respect, and what's more, FOOD! on top of that, manage to pray, burn song and 'legislative' work. mcm paham! and we make a move to suntec by train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the train, we played games and took pictures around. normal routines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached suntec, walked quickly to the Tropic Atrium. met the rest. they were preparing putting on costumes and stuffs. and helping hands offered. and when they're done, and getting ready for performance, my kids did their rehearsal at SUNTEC with lots of eyes set on them. then followed by make-up. the show started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technical error, but they still did their AMAZING x 9302190 efforts to let the message across to the audience. and the audience get the message and gave a round of applause, to the wonderful heavily sounds effect, the songs and last but not least the casts. i'm telling u, SSP demanded the whole tropic atrium from 1st to 3rd or 4th level to set their eyes on them.  for me, at the side, sitting on the bench, teasing hairs, spray hairsprays, bobby pins all over, was setting the kids' hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once their done, i rushed the kids to get everything done. 50% of make up and hairdos were done. by 5.30pm, rushed to khatib by cab instead of mrt. and still continue to put on fake eye lashes and demonte in the cab. anyway, there's 5 passengers on board instead pf the normal 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached khatib, report to them. once everyone reached, change everything and put on sampings, wig hairs, glitters and reused feathers. they look very mature and gorgeous. followed by a dry rehearsal at Nee Soon CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOW TIME! a prayers to Allah for a better performance and also to avoid any mishap. everyone get a spot in front of the stage. sat with the director of BE whom some of us knew him. so the song started and well, they danced! Energetic, full of confident, nice smile.. however, there's a room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers from the sspian followed by flashing of lights from the cameras. i'm proud of them. there's no word to describe. as i mention before, from nothing to something. irony, weeks of training, hours of costumes, 5 mins of showtime yet an hour of glam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i only covered 2 shows, left 1 more. hoping to make it for my sister's show. drag jeff, nadhirah, ayu and filzah for Malam Jaluran Seni 08 by Perkumpulan Seni at RP's TRCC. rushed down by CAB again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the cab stops and pay the driver, we ran out just to be in time for the show. got the tix, sat at the wrong seats, and mix with the wrong company babe! sat down, relaxed and enjoy the show. the costumes, the hairdos, the sets, the musics, the plot and everything were good.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, love the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait outside, waiting for my sister and DIAN. a meet and flash session with the casts esp my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of they day, walked to causeway for supper with the rests at civic. and realised missed the last bus to tampines. haiz, cab again and it cost 30 bucks dok. alight at izzah's house and took feeder bus back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. 1 long day, 3 shows and more. give it a miss for my VC MNS chalet. tomorrow will be working and also no no for ms shanaz wedding dinner reception&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-2145810467759216801?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/2145810467759216801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=2145810467759216801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/2145810467759216801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/2145810467759216801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/26th-july-2008-day-had-come-busy-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-307849227090687428</id><published>2008-07-26T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:38:53.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/photos/album/77/Audition_CLAP_training#80"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/image/3/photos/77/500x500/80/DSCN0137.JPG?et=ch9%2BgAhk%2CY8lbvSPrwRVqA&amp;amp;nmid=107141826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/photos/album/77/Audition_CLAP_training#81"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/image/3/photos/77/500x500/81/DSCN0140.JPG?et=mPXuaQDzgU7X9oEnFuhQuA&amp;amp;nmid=107141826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/photos/album/77/Audition_CLAP_training#85"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.ezaddhieqal.multiply.com/image/3/photos/77/500x500/85/DSCN0146.JPG?et=NHO%2BbB%2CupIboSrv1deO9ag&amp;amp;nmid=107141826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in picture, aquila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;{{ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; }}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ycey-moTj2I/SII1_SHowpI/AAAAAAAAAvY/DiV44CTcZmw/s1600-h/ZapinWangsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224797879015096978" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ycey-moTj2I/SII1_SHowpI/AAAAAAAAAvY/DiV44CTcZmw/s400/ZapinWangsa.jpg" border="0" height="280" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;re you a fan of Malay Folk Dance? A fan of traditionally clad youths dancing in unison? Then come watch the &lt;strong&gt;dancers&lt;/strong&gt; from Sang Singa Purba dance their heart out in conjunction with Singapore's Racial Harmony Day and a dance event as part of CLAP! They will be performing a traditional middle-eastern mixed with modern flava' dance number entitled "&lt;strong&gt;Zapin Wangsa!&lt;/strong&gt;" choreographed by our very own Md Aizat Haykel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choreographer's Note: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zapin Wangsa&lt;/em&gt; is an interpretation of the Sanskrit word "Wangsa", which means "The Heir of Heritage" or "Dynasty"&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;This dance aims to showcase the harmony and strength as a result of weaving tradition with modernity. Performed by our young ladies and gentlemen whose dedication to Malay arts and culture will continue the dynasty of SangSingaPurba Performing Arts group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLAP! A Racial Harmony Event - Zapin Wangsa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;Near Khatib MRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;PM&lt;br /&gt;its free and one time only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;{&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SANGSINGAPURBA&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; brings you its &lt;strong&gt;JULY FRINGE PERFORMANCES! &lt;/strong&gt;for one weekend this end of July 2008! It doesn't matter if you're a Theatre/Dance/Music Buff - we're bringing it to &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; in Singapore, with our very own style! &lt;strong&gt;Check us out&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;{{ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;theatre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; }}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c9K3a1UbQMg/SHklcD6tVkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8RjE634TX_4/s1600-h/nusasat.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222246406930912834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c9K3a1UbQMg/SHklcD6tVkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8RjE634TX_4/s400/nusasat.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n conjunction with &lt;strong&gt;Singapore's Heritage Festival 2008&lt;/strong&gt; and its theme on Heroes, Sang Singa Purba proudly brings you &lt;strong&gt;"Nusa Satria - A Nation of Heroes"&lt;/strong&gt; written and co-directed by Nizal Ja'afar &amp;amp; Nadiah Sapiuna, come witness Sang Nila Utama's premonitions on the heroes he foresees in the land he named Singapura, the moment he saw the figure of the Lion on our shores which embodies the traits of a true "Hero". Definitely for all and a must see for History Buffs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nusa Satria - A Nation of Heroes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;Suntec City Tropics Atrium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.30PM - 5.00PM&lt;br /&gt;its free and one time only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;More info @ &lt;a href="http://www.heritagefest.org.sg/"&gt;http://www.heritagefest.org.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;In Malay (and Chinese &amp;amp; Indian dialects) with English narrations.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;{{ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; }}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ycey-moTj2I/SII2oN9EsQI/AAAAAAAAAvg/JIeF9wEtH0I/s1600-h/puas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224798582271684866" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ycey-moTj2I/SII2oN9EsQI/AAAAAAAAAvg/JIeF9wEtH0I/s400/puas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;f you had missed the &lt;strong&gt;musicians&lt;/strong&gt; of Sang Singa Purba clinched the awards in Masuri SN Songwriting Competition, then here's another chance for those who would be attending the Masuri SN Seminar @NLB. &lt;strong&gt;Masuri SN&lt;/strong&gt; was one of Singapore's most excellent Malay writer &amp;amp; poet. These talented musicians would be performing during the Seminar of the mentioned Linguist that very day! Of course, they will be performing "&lt;strong&gt;Puas-Puas&lt;/strong&gt;" and a few other repertoire dedicated to Masuri SN up their sleeves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Refer to blog post entry regarding the song Puas-Puas @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sangsingapurba.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;www.sangsingapurba.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seminar on Masuri SN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;National Library Board, Bras Basah Road&lt;br /&gt;Registration Required @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mlcd.myplace.nie.edu.sg/body.html"&gt;http://mlcd.myplace.nie.edu.sg/body.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for tmr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;11am - Khatib&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12pm - Yum's open house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2pm - Suntec City&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4.30pm - Nusa Satria's Heritage Show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7pm - CLAP! Zapin Wangsa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8pm - Malam Jaluran Seni at RP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10pm - prolly dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12am - prolly nurul's chalet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-307849227090687428?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/307849227090687428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=307849227090687428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/307849227090687428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/307849227090687428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/tributes-to-zapin-wangsa-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ycey-moTj2I/SII1_SHowpI/AAAAAAAAAvY/DiV44CTcZmw/s72-c/ZapinWangsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1151345767460372748</id><published>2008-07-26T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:37:41.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went for my prayers. but before that, lepak at mls to burn songs. and hurriedly, went to mosque alone. kesian sey aku, loner sey td. so after solat, went back to mls, but thanks arh, it was locked and carried on walking despite of the heavy bags and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the gang, and plan to go to RP with wano. so put our bag, but wah sey, aidil came in a complete full malay suits. so we drag him to causeway. kesian die, dtg dr sembwg naik taxi and skrg patah balik ker north. hehe. then came along shira.&lt;br /&gt;change to our baju kurong just not to make aidil awkward walking alone in baju kurong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laugh as loud as possible when seeing ariff in his baju kurong plus samping. mcm nk g angkat nikah sak. thx to 2 girls accompany me to RP which damn far waking distance. and stupid remarks from passers-by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed back to sch for AGM. biasak gak, SSP kecoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then full-dress rehearsal, at b11. hmm, seeing my zapin kids, proud of them! from nth to smth. they look awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;went to school just for 4-4.35pm lecture. HAHA. initially wanna go to RP for jaluran seni training. my sister asked for my help to snap their training pictures. HEHE. and initially refused to go cuz wanna watch the show this sat, sitting and wont blink much whilst watching their perfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was sick, and too bad, tk jd. so stayed in school and i learn how to face paint. no one but myself paint my own face. i drew a lion! menjadi arh, tp much more on "AKSI MAT YOYO", past kid generation shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip my tutorial class again. simply lazy to wake up early morning.  reached school just for lectures. and then GEMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to b-11 again for training. the event is just around the corner and everyone is busy preparing. am i giving them a hard time? hhee. geez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1151345767460372748?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/1151345767460372748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=1151345767460372748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1151345767460372748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1151345767460372748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-after-school-went-for-my-prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-5796191584125623191</id><published>2008-07-23T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:54:37.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training again. izzah perangai bab*. hehehehe. went back to tampines after school jus to hav lunch with classmates and den rush home to sleep. woke up, rush back to school. aiyoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, went chinatown buy stuffs again. and back to sch for training. what i noe kecoh sblum starting training.&lt;br /&gt;nizal, izzad, wano, saiful, shira, izzah and myself went to audition room. skali nizal nmpk cicak jln2. he took a spoon, throwing at that cicak, hoping it to die. and it did. ekor smpai terputus. so what we did, we picked up that cicak, we ran after those 3 girls and they screamed like hell, that makes wano n izzah keep crying n shouting pleading for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same goes to all the girls came in. wahida paling kekek. and best part, we record throughout. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took mc for this day. not a planned MC. i was really sick. went to one of the listed clinics which my dad's company insurance could cover. so went there, register and sat down for almost 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the doctor's room, he asked me where i'm schooling n working. my face was like, DOT DOT DOT! den he prescribe me with lots n lots of medicine. dlm hati, fuh, byk tu, cnferm mahal. but second thought, insurance BAYAR! so happily went out wait for mc n medicine. took out the insurance card then i read the instructions at the back. and i read " pls show this card along with ur ic when registration". aku like,  erk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to the counter, flash the card and happily the clinic attendant say that the clinic dont approve the card. kimek! darah up n down sak! cuak! ada hati aku nk jln, but i need the mc and also takkan nk lari jek. called my dad, he's angry n jus pay. and he start to accuse me of not present the card first. kalau tau mahal, puas ati g doctor tan. mujarab sak die nyek medicine. he's been treating me since young and i'm cured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kak fiza's wedding, and since i got nothing to do, help around. the kendarat mcm tk guna sak. pkai jek smart2. ada berdiri main hp kat tepi sambil bbual2 ngn guest that he knows. ada but kerja lembab. BODOH nyek kendarat. aku yg pkai baju tshirt compared to them wearing all formal black, tie and a vest. org panggil aku jus to tukar air tempat cuci tgn. terang benderang aku bkn kendarat, and i was jus refilling the krepeks yg people may assume a fat boy walking ard greedily looking for krepeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aku lg perangai, amik gambar and everything, g one corner, ble tertdo walaupun dgn musik yg kuat.&lt;br /&gt;abeh mlm, g st luke hosp and then went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-5796191584125623191?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/5796191584125623191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=5796191584125623191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5796191584125623191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5796191584125623191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/tues-training-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1435368298650651094</id><published>2008-07-20T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:46:24.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wed-fri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really had fun and also time commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;auditions while doing zapin.  right after GEMS which i think i had fun. lps gems g solat lak tu. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thurs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;audition again after class. penat penat. DIAN training cancel due to jaluran. so i stayed for the whole day. sit and relax. while waiting, did play games with the panels. and lastly, the panels went for audition rounds. HAH. su, nad, ayu n i went for our rounds. act n sing. sing depan hyrul. kiwek, mcm ne tk nervous. not seeing him as a fame but seeing him as a expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, the panelists went for dance audition. HAHA. gave them the hardest.  but they did it. more or less arh! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;came late for class. den went to chinatown for the FYP parts. tot of take quotation and rush to bugis to do our prayers at masjid sultan. but NO. the shop attendant asked us to go for our prayrs first at masjid jamae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiwek, initial mindset, kau.. masjid keleng. sampai naim influence tknk g smbhyg. tot of asking direction from fook hai building, but as we walked, we saw the PEOPLE, so we go with the flow. but a sight of relief, after we saw bunch of malays and we repent becuz we discriminating the PEOPLE. but during the sermon, i think i slept for a few times cuz it is in tamil! mana aku paham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after prayers, get quota and still need to do research again. after that met izzah at chinatown. walked towards clarqe quay. but i was fooled by the structure and end up we at far east square drinking teas at mr teh tarik shop.  melt down plus camwhore yg ubber cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den still walked ard from chinatown to kreta ayer near the CC last perform for AD. den move to vivo jus for MNG. iyah. saw what she wants. and bought it for her. seriously, ku tak pernah spent on anyone let alone myself spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed back to SP, training, dinner, resume training at t11a. like an orgasm looking we dance through the mirror. and we did finish the choreography. a pad on the shoulders people!! i enjoy each moment. and i like when they all panic attack if i say "siapa salah, kuda2 kira sampai 50, or siapa lambat, hantar speaker"..  but i will panic attack if they stress or down. hhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SOS. Same Old Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1435368298650651094?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/1435368298650651094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=1435368298650651094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1435368298650651094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1435368298650651094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/wed-fri-really-had-fun-and-also-time.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8214657868446301042</id><published>2008-07-15T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:01:21.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first time ever i did my tutorial in train!&lt;br /&gt;waste my money buying earplug for wind tunnel which i talk louder than it!&lt;br /&gt;i love watching DVD alone in library, whilst waiting for people whom end class late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, i make my way to masjid for the class. clock shows 8.15pm so decide to stay while waiting for isyak. wait n wait n wait n wait, waiting for the syarahan to end. end up clock shows 8.45pm. if i noe, i quickly go up to the class first.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, tonight i didnt learn much. so no sharing2. tmr perhaps aite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;btw, for fiestari, Congrats INK! hhe, esp to Elly, taufiq and Nadia moley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bumdanish.multiply.com/video/item/21/GERAK_HAYUNAN_-_FIESTARI_08_NYP"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="420" flashvars="first_video_id=bumdanish:video:21&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1&amp;amp;security=O5tua9nx7pPvwk4d4W57DQ" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8214657868446301042?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8214657868446301042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8214657868446301042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8214657868446301042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8214657868446301042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-time-ever-i-did-my-tutorial-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6316642272263655341</id><published>2008-07-14T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:38:54.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SHozNleouNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dEBJZb_iQYY/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SHozNleouNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dEBJZb_iQYY/s200/DSC01167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222543026381437138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the day i wore like an ite student but showing my course in SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SHozNgH-qoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/aSY11riodPI/s1600-h/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SHozNgH-qoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/aSY11riodPI/s200/DSC01171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222543024944228994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gambar last warning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SHozN_4EpaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uXz4Gr4JuQE/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SHozN_4EpaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uXz4Gr4JuQE/s200/DSC01170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222543033467446690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SHozN4mu_yI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KSuuVi9Gzh4/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SHozN4mu_yI/AAAAAAAAAWI/KSuuVi9Gzh4/s200/DSC01160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222543031515676450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;library, usual spots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6316642272263655341?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6316642272263655341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6316642272263655341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6316642272263655341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6316642272263655341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SHozNleouNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dEBJZb_iQYY/s72-c/DSC01167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-3687158334242847214</id><published>2008-07-14T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:51:48.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;emotions, scoots!&lt;br /&gt;hate the feeling of introducing new people in and see getting friendlier with the usuals without me.&lt;br /&gt;scoot scoot scoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-3687158334242847214?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/3687158334242847214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=3687158334242847214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3687158334242847214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3687158334242847214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/emotions-scoots-hate-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-4592660265244371776</id><published>2008-07-14T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:22:57.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat n sun!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work! i hate working now. sat, all of them went to Sentosa. not only ssp, the WHOLE SCHOOL OF SP is gg! Cafe del mar. im holding one of the sentosa free pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr. stupid! dah smpai tmpt keje, too many manpower. DNGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to MnS, esp who keep throwin my hangers. PLS RECYCLE!&lt;br /&gt;note: im not an earth conscious. but looking the way u keep throwing hangers, ble bwk kemarahan! jgn kasi aku start critic psl korg. ada sesetgh org, adalah philipines. da tumpang sini, nk membazir. tak igt ker org kat negeri kau kelaparan, kau earth destroyer! HEHEEh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met nisa den rezoowan. n im honoured that these customers, remember me back from vivo. hhehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-4592660265244371776?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/4592660265244371776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=4592660265244371776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4592660265244371776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4592660265244371776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/sat-n-sun-work-i-hate-working-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8384485376433486540</id><published>2008-07-14T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:15:37.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday,&lt;br /&gt;after solat, lepaks at t16 den t11a for training.&lt;br /&gt;choreography done, tinggal taksim jek.  fuhyoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna watch? go to my multiply. diorg tgh busuk arh! nnt prac lebih2 baru wangi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway wano, m happy for u!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8384485376433486540?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8384485376433486540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8384485376433486540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8384485376433486540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8384485376433486540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-after-solat-lepaks-at-t16-den.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6576011021031602653</id><published>2008-07-14T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:12:00.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday!&lt;br /&gt; after school, went to hospital and off to DIANs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, dtg lambat ey, and last warning sak, sorang laki.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6576011021031602653?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6576011021031602653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6576011021031602653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6576011021031602653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6576011021031602653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-after-school-went-to-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-4405590888765965566</id><published>2008-07-11T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:48:40.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to fard's blog and i tried the quiz. walla~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt; You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love,  and that's why you think carefully about the women that you meet before deciding whether you could  really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's  personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a girl doesn't  meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though,  you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhe ada btul tau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-4405590888765965566?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/4405590888765965566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=4405590888765965566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4405590888765965566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4405590888765965566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-went-to-fards-blog-and-i-tried-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-4430880835465613537</id><published>2008-07-11T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:23:53.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;gems&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;stupid talk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and my lovely dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;izzah kecik came down for training. initially keep msging malu2 but END UP, last warning sak, ketawa2 non-stop. and introduced her to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know is it appropriate to mention it down here. and i guess not. lets talk abstract!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dynasty will no more linger around your words.&lt;br /&gt;Neither good or bad!&lt;br /&gt;  A future foresee has put to the end.&lt;br /&gt;droplets fall&lt;br /&gt;cleansing the situation away&lt;br /&gt;draining the future in the dark hole&lt;br /&gt;verdicts mention&lt;br /&gt;sentence given&lt;br /&gt;generation rising&lt;br /&gt;who will there be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-4430880835465613537?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/4430880835465613537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=4430880835465613537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4430880835465613537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4430880835465613537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday_11.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1477947513394698684</id><published>2008-07-10T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:53:30.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, didnt went hospital or chill merchill. in fact, stay with naim, looking out for places to buy my FYP material. but end up, i SLEPT.&lt;br /&gt;lab closed. TSO went to hangar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night class. oooh scary.&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd week of Imam course.&lt;br /&gt;the night i made few more friends.&lt;br /&gt;and the discussion is was too break into group and summarise the given note.&lt;br /&gt;and we came out with lots of good and worth topic. more to laughing matters.  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*notes to share with a reader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Khunsa &lt;/span&gt;= transexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Khunsa musykil &lt;/span&gt;= born with two sex organs. how they chose their gender? parents are to observe where the child urine. it the child urin from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lobang faraj&lt;/span&gt;, meaning, she meant to be female. if otherwise, then meant to be male. it also can be judge through their characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the person meant to be a guy, the guy cant be the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; imam&lt;/span&gt; but can to his family only. if female, she can't be imam for male but she can imam for female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imam&lt;/span&gt; can be either good or bad. it just the matter of fact they lead the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that is what i can remember vividly.&lt;br /&gt;ciow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1477947513394698684?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/1477947513394698684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=1477947513394698684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;perkara hari ini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;pertama&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;telunjuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;kedua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pekikkan berbisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ketiga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 garisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;keempat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;buang lakaran yang berwarna-warna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-295626429612732405?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-4726171118185189322</id><published>2008-07-07T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:55:43.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weekend job are now nth to me.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm curious and missing the feel of a weekend sensation.&lt;br /&gt;esp where u go out with friends, family or a special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i noe that, sunday, my dad picked me up, along with my mom, uncle and my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;supper at al-azhar was fun! and filling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ciow. i need to do my late report lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-4726171118185189322?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8153777169805691191</id><published>2008-07-05T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T01:41:00.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;end up i came sch ard 10 for AIS lecture and afterwhich for GEMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everything ends, str8 for dance training. 2 event training concurrently. oh tuhan, hopefully it doesnt affect my academic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and follow up with a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;and then, str8 to hosptial for nenek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;after sch, a small indulging talk among ida, kecik, saf, jibby n myself. over with cheese fries, pokka tea and chicken meat balls which an orgasmic to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its still a hospital fever period!&lt;br /&gt;but now, nenek was much in critical conditions. she was in a bad shape. i was standing there, looking at her face without her teeth, helpessly on the bed. having a slight stroke was quite bad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stroke = angin bayu dari neraka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried and sad faces along the corridor of the ward. and syukur alhamdulillah, she respond to our holy prayers and recovering from her conditions earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;lunch buddy with uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my lunch buddy was wano and shira. went to MLS and thn watched movie "The exorcism of emily rose"....and everyone came by and today coincidentally a black outfit day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still went to hospital. nenek spoke rather loud and her actions are more towards like a child. yg kekek, he called my cousins and uncles, with the initial HAJI ... kekek or what!&lt;br /&gt;and we had supper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8153777169805691191?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8153777169805691191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8153777169805691191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8153777169805691191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8153777169805691191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8048928110316039834</id><published>2008-07-02T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:35:33.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school * jeling mulut*, can say no school for today.&lt;br /&gt;8-10am class, woke up late. reach school ard 10 plus.&lt;br /&gt;1-3pm. reach in front of the lab door, got notice says, "DEAR 3a/04, LAB IS CANCEL!"&lt;br /&gt;darah up sak. so waited in sch and wait the normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After magrib, rushed down to masjid for class. was abit forced by my mum. Ok! have to. so i went to Imam n Bilal Course. and of course&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; khalaf still late&lt;/span&gt; even though he came down with&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; his newly bought bike&lt;/span&gt; (4th hand! HAHA). went in the class, and it was filled most of the fityans or kids whom active in the mosque. KIWEK! but bile khalaf kenal satu org, dia nyek bising mcm 10 org die kenal. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after interaction and prayers, class resume with introduction. it started off well when the ustaz started to asked questions that happen during prayers and all the sunats, and the mazhabs.  KAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, im the most lowest knowledge of all this in the class. i only have certain knowledge fields only. when pri-lowest sec, i manage to read up the holy book..with a pinch of fardhu-ain and tajwid. and i lost touch eversince then. lowest sec- sec 3, tahfiz alquran every thursday, but i used to come fortnight till i was blacklisted of my attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;example qns: "adakala ustaz membaca ayat2 alquran tanpa tajwid, adakah ia salah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 of the ans from the student;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-tidak kerana uztaz tidak membaca 'a-uzubillah... atau pun bismillah.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another example qns: " salah atau tidak jikalau ada beberapa kumpulan berjemaah bersama imam?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 of the ans;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- salah kerna, dlm masjid itu, hanya 1 imam sahaja dlm waktu itu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the elaboration goes on n on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;PS: the ans in my blog may be wrong too. so dont make it an issue aite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the class, a sense of relief from me and scoots. in my thinking, being a muslim is best(seboleh2nya) to know all this tajwid, fiqh, aqidah and so on. but if u dont have it, 2 ways. either u study sideline, or being a muslim doesnt mean to know everything, but know ur limitation and akhlak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8048928110316039834?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8048928110316039834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8048928110316039834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8048928110316039834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8048928110316039834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuesday-school-jeling-mulut-can-say-no.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8361199415027838587</id><published>2008-07-01T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:55:18.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work as per normal. tired to think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for monday, as per normal, went back to school. yg kekek, classmates arguing about next week will be what week. cuz if in even week, we start at 1oam whereas, odd week will start at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, we had this issue abt remembering classes. so, half of the class waited outside classroom at level 5. and we find smth fishy and notice we at the wrong level. adalah aku ketawa mcm nk rak g tingkat atas, but SALAH LAGI! haiyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school, went to alexandra hospital. the last i visit this hospital was when my late paternal grandfather lying there. and the place was spooky ey! but now, they got better facilities. new garden and new look inside the hospital. yg part best, the staircase is so the VICTORIAN lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many gathered here. even my maternal side came by. like family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;so cousins in the house were: Me, Along, Kak izan, Abg Along, Ang Afi, Kak diyanah, Ais, Opai, E-in, adli, haziq, aqillah, zharfan and marsya.  had fun time and had nice supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;and as for SSP hangouts / gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;-always being the spoil sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;-always miss the best thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;-always clash with smth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;-work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;-and thx ey prank by haddad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;-and thx ey, wait at memorial wall for 30 mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8361199415027838587?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8361199415027838587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8361199415027838587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8361199415027838587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8361199415027838587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-as-per-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-3809677371576496213</id><published>2008-06-28T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:29:38.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZZAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun session during DIAN training. and had fun supper with SSP after my training and their movie watching at national museum.&lt;br /&gt;and glad to see happy faces and cubs.&lt;br /&gt;working tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-3809677371576496213?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/3809677371576496213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=3809677371576496213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3809677371576496213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3809677371576496213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/06/exams-over.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-4879055483775208087</id><published>2008-06-28T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:26:09.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i should begin from SSP camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. the last week of holiday and gonna sit for my papers.&lt;br /&gt;so it happen that SSP was having camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prep camp, no no for me. i shud revise and pick up things what i had left out during these holiday. so, went down just to say hello, and I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of camp.&lt;br /&gt;came early and just in time for their introductory. so i stayed there and thought of study concurrently. but the excitement overwhelm my study mood and joined in th activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my niat, was to stay there till night and go back home. but, end up, members nye pasal, i told my mom, im having a 2 day 1 night camp the next day and on the moment, i told them i'm gonna sleep over at jeff's. HAHA. green light plus a bit of amber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had night walk. and i was station with su, aidil the ghost and sarah the medic. so sarah came back from her silat, and brought some bahulu and jellies. but due to kebulur, sanggup went to fc3 to grab some foods. but we not the only one who did that. ariff n saf were ard too. lepak sak. grab foods and went back to W14. and also end up, wano, shira, reyza n irsyad lepak at our station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during the nightwalk, one by one pass by our station. and near the end of the nightwalk, wahida was jumped by hidayat. kiwek, i think due to his reflex action, he box her up. smorg kecoh esp asmida. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so th night was over and early morning i went back home to grab some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came ard 4 and they having their telematch. and everyone was rushing for time. and we having masquerade night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;LIVE BAND.GREAT FOOD. THRILLER. CATWALK. DANCING. LIMBO ROCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, Amanah Tahta Singa. - a sad , touching selection and passing down of leaders.&lt;br /&gt;Chief - Wano, V.Chief- Wahida and Izzad. Congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone had their fun and did say tak sia2 diorg dtg camp ni.&lt;br /&gt;and the third day, did their skit and everything and bid farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-4879055483775208087?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/4879055483775208087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=4879055483775208087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4879055483775208087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/4879055483775208087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-i-should-begin-from-ssp-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-1946780157704049898</id><published>2008-06-23T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T04:01:46.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;having MST right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resume blogging once i'm done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good luck muggers! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-1946780157704049898?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/1946780157704049898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=1946780157704049898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1946780157704049898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/1946780157704049898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/06/having-mst-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8971141979265490919</id><published>2008-06-13T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T03:04:30.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey Tuesday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYP/Study group&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our meet up was in the afternoon. kisah nk buat fyp, lps tu blja. Research FYP cant be done, study group, end up talking group! we didnt bring the essential book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey Monday! Bring in the future, mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blum pape, im at arab st, looking for raw materials for my baju raya. and im attracted to this oldish look. and i know the sales person was manipulating my purchasing of the clothes. mcm aku tak tau, aku pun SALESPERSON. stupid. but kain mmg lawa. so just buy it. yg satu tak ble angkat, dad bring up this issue that we had this baju kurung 5 years back, purple and matching to my mom's colour. buat fedup ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to JB, went to the boutiques and we stop by the pizza hut. it was damn damn damn damn cheap lah. RM 36 for 2 Large pizzas. meaning, Sg $8.50 for 1 larg pizzas. meaning i can buy 4 large pizza in msia compared to 1 large pizzas in singapore for the same price. BALOI! and we bought some to obek hs. and this cute boy, ada mateen, rushes for my dad when he came out from his room. perpetah berbual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey Saturday/Sunday! MNS, boring!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work as per normal. im late as per normal. except, sunday, i brought lontong for diah and sadiq. and after work, went to have drink at mac cafe. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey Friday! ZZZzzZZzzZz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom woke me up with her loud, swallowed loud hailer, voice. asking me to go for this warehouse sales with my dad. Levis, Guess, Calvin Klien and stuffs kononnya. padahal2. sampai sana, Levis Signature, mostly jeans. their calvin klien only boxers ey. their only Levis available was only Levis 508. kiwek, balik sua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at night, went to the B.....;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey thursday! Airport/Training Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up ard 10 plus and quickly dressed up and rushed to airport.&lt;br /&gt;there's no someone i need to send. but i'm having lunch with filzah, wahida and izzad. out of many places, we had lunch there. but too bad, i had mine at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wahida, make lots of mistakes in identifying all the dishes she pointed up. kerang jd kupang. keropok ikan jd ikan kering. sayur apa tah jd bittergourd. HAH. and byk2 ikan, and jauh2 wahida dtg, she pointed out SARDINE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the lunch, had a walked around all the terminals. what we did, we DANCE, SING, PICTURE, SITTING DOWN last but not least, idah bought us a JELLIBEANS. then we accompany her to expo, just to claim her specs bag. shiyaks. and after which, we depart and im off to do FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP was ok i guess. met naim and we manage to get something done. and im off to home and to training. and after which, i mean nadia gong at the bus terminals. kekek habis. and manage to scummed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice at DIAN was as per normal, except my sister and her guy, i guess, was around. at the end of the training, we head to mustafa: Elly, abg, along, sufian and me, of course. they did their routines and after which we went for Sampedek! and i had a good time, talking crap with abg n elly. nyahha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8971141979265490919?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8971141979265490919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8971141979265490919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8971141979265490919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8971141979265490919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-tuesday-fypstudy-group-our-meet-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6935648330391048328</id><published>2008-06-08T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:38:55.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its wednesday. CCA DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for another Wangsa Training. and con-currently, helping Asmida's FYP. So people involve were khairul, me, sadiq, suhailah and Asmida herself. An experiment of human's blood pressure, glucose, and urine test for before/after a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so had a urine test. maut nyek. den finger prick. in total, 4 finger pricks. and suprisingly, i had fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had lunch.meeting. and lastly,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; ICE SKATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maut per. with mira, aidil, asmida and jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, i refuse but the godaan of trying to ice skate overwhelms me. so i skate smartly. slow and hold the bars and with the courtesy of aidil and mira. and i make friend with small kids. not really friends lah, cuz they were laughing at me when they saw me trip. so everytime we met, we laugh. and i made my own style of stopping or breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, im having blister. i didnt wear any socks. and its damn and tight inside the skate shoe. so after their resurfacing, i tuck in my jeans in the skate and damn give another try. but this time i skate and fall. skate and fall. best gak arh. kekek lagi ada. amik gambar.video. jatuh2kan org. KEKEK OR WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SFFrvRDWJ2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/18FyjowAUPc/s1600-h/04062008362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SFFrvRDWJ2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/18FyjowAUPc/s200/04062008362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064703619835746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SFFrv4ZVylI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VXg-pA0LBuk/s1600-h/04062008364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SFFrv4ZVylI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VXg-pA0LBuk/s200/04062008364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064714181069394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SFFrwMWzoxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/fyzs_U0jKuk/s1600-h/04062008365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SFFrwMWzoxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/fyzs_U0jKuk/s200/04062008365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064719539151634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SFFrwPG6VeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/lDKt81S425o/s1600-h/04062008366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SFFrwPG6VeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/lDKt81S425o/s200/04062008366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064720277788130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SFFrwWU6uSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/kAWUAb417n4/s1600-h/04062008367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SFFrwWU6uSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/kAWUAb417n4/s200/04062008367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064722215581986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its tuesday! FYP @ Changkat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Another FYP session at changkat. wanna use the machine at the workshop. but, the result of using the machine was not good that i had to use the penknife to cut it. but had fun DNT-ing with salamah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its monday! FYP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                walauwey. i woke up and late for my FYP. lucky me today not meeting Mr Tan.&lt;br /&gt;so did project and not lot of progression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its sunday! hey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up from a short sleeping hours. cuz jeffri and izzad were in the HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;so woke up by khai's wake up call cuz he's outside my house. and thx ey, he rang the bell and make the whole hs awared. and also nad's navigation call. and adillah came nicely behind nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we quickly put on make up and our costumes. thx to Along for the help. and thx mum for the breakfast. and thx dad for sending us to Bukit Batok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was panic around cuz we kind of late. the event starts at 11am. but our item will be in the afternoon. but its better to be there from starting, right. da lah tunggu izzad lambat nk berak, abeh dpt suspend dr highway igtkan jam, rupanya, road work. and we reach there ard 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muke izzad and jeff da steam, tk cukup tdo. and everyting pass very quickly. the DJ was KC and he was the best. and the food were ok. and we have our MLS boys to be the waiter of the day! and we took pictures all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=wsspfreestyle:video:4&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1&amp;amp;security=Z%2C5cG9fTWzqB%2CbgTHkVfAg" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="420" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part sedih, nad tertinggal sluar kat rumah aku. terpaksa die balik ngn baju2 tu skali with the hair and the make up. but we're not mean. kite kepong die dlm train and adillah, izzad and jeff temankan die balik. nyahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da sampai rumah jek, aku hibernate fom 6.30 pm to 12pm next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;its saturday! oink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up damn early and my first time working A shift. So after work, rush to bik nini hs for small feast over my cousin's graduation. everyone were in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EAT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FEAST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that's what we did. and kena scolded by obek cuz we laugh alot rather than read when during the tahlil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this part when one of my uncle pushes me when i wanna hug him due to unseen/foggy circumstances. *delete*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum and i went to cik yok's jemputan. its a normal thing to come to mingle with other relatives the night before the wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my buddies came over for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BOYS NIGHT OUT!&lt;/span&gt; supposedly, a SLUMBER PARTY! my wangsa peeps can't make it. however, Jeff and Izzad came at the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, they were from PP playing pool. then they came making a scene at my void deck. shouting and singing out loud. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquila2&lt;/span&gt;. then they CONFIDENT called me saying they're outing my house. Adalah aku jenguk kat luar tp takda org. i open the door, hearing them beri salam, from the second floor. Member confident sak! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perangai wano&lt;/span&gt; sak korg. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quick re-cap of what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;smoke outside my house&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;played the guitar mcm bujang lapok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;eat leftovers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;tgk GOODLuck Chuck&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;threesome&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;izzad being corny&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wake-up call for Adillah, Nadhirah, Wano and Rashidah at 5am in the morning&lt;/span&gt;. and ATLAST we &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6935648330391048328?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6935648330391048328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6935648330391048328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6935648330391048328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6935648330391048328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SFFrvRDWJ2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/18FyjowAUPc/s72-c/04062008362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-924983555627798995</id><published>2008-05-31T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:17:07.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no im watching Dilema Wanita at TV1. and i saw late yusni jaafar. huhuhu. im so sad abt her departure. she's so good and i'm always entertained with her act regardless of any kind of act she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna make a review of late Yusni Jaafar Sidik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-right: 10px;" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn228/putrawangsa/blog/yusni.jpg" title="Yusni Jaafar" alt="Yusni Jaafar" height="298" width="204" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seorang yang disukai ramai kerana sifat cerianya, anak kepada pasangan Jaafar Sidik dan Kasmini Mustajab serta kakak kepada pelakon Sukarni Jaafar. Buat seluruh anak seni, dialah ibu yang sering kali menghiburkan hati. Begitu juga buat peminat, dialah permata yang setia menceriakan hari mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namun, sinaran itu padam pada jam 2.30 pagi, 1 April lalu, apabila Yusni Jaafar pelakon komedi yang disegani itu menghembuskan nafas terakhir di Hospital Selayang pada usia 63 tahun di sisi anak-anaknya iaitu Raja Iskandar, 41, Raja Ema, 39, Raja Izat, 37, Raja Emey, 30, dan Raja Erna, 23.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biarpun itu perjumpaan terakhir dengan anak-anak hasil perkahwinannya dengan Raja Ibrahim Raja Mansor, namun Allahyarham pergi bersama membawa ketenangan yang didambakannya sepanjang hayatnya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasih sayang yang tidak berbelah bagi terhadap anak-anak turut dibawa bersama ke liang lahad oleh seniwati yang sebelum ini pernah dilaporkan terguris hati dengan anak-anaknya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Syukur keretakan hubungan kekeluargaan antara Allahyarham berjaya dipulihkan dan sekali gus memadamkan kesemua dendam mahupun amarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-31"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, kini semua itu tinggal kenangan apabila Allahyarham Yusni meninggal dunia akibat penyakit hati dan pendarahan dalam perut. Selain penyakit hati, nenek kepada sembilan cucu itu juga dikatakan menderita sakit buah pinggang dan kencing manis.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebelum ini, Allahyarham pernah dimasukkan ke Hospital Selayang pada 1 Februari sehingga penghujung bulan kerana menjalani rawatan lanjut. Bagaimanapun, Allahyarham dibenarkan keluar dan berada dalam jagaan anak keduanya, Raja Ema.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pun begitu, keadaan kesihatannya kembali tidak stabil dan menyebabkan Allahyarham dimasukkan semula ke Hospital Selayang pada 10 Mac lalu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenazah Allahyarham dikebumikan di Tanah Perkuburan Islam USJ21 selepas disembahyangkan di masjid berdekatan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mengimbas pembabitan seninya, Allahyarham dilahirkan dari keluarga seni dan mewarisi bakat daripada ibu bapanya yang berasal dari Medan, Indonesia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibu dan bapa Yusni, Jaafar Sidik dan Kasmini Mustajab aktivis bangsawan bukan hanya merantau ke merata Malaysia tetapi hingga ke Singapura.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apapun, seawal usia lima tahun, Yusni pernah menjadi penyanyi latar dan penari di samping kakak sulungnya, Allahyarham Kasmah Abdullah atau Kasma Booty yang mencipta nama sebagai anak wayang.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pada usia semuda itu juga, Allahyarham pernah mengikuti kakaknya itu bermain wayang dan sandiwara di Pulau Pinang dan seterusnya ke Singapura di Studio Shaw Brothers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahkan, akhirnya terbentuk Booty Boys, kumpulan nyanyian trio bersama dua lagi saudaranya, Suria dan Purnama Booty yang diberi peluang menjayakan persembahan di Hotel Park Royal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allahyarham yang tidak pernah bersekolah menggilap bakat seninya sebagai penyanyi pada usia begitu muda iaitu enam tahun. Kemudian pada usia 11 tahun Allahyarham menceburi bidang lakonan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buat pertama kalinya, Allahyarham memperoleh wang saku sendiri hasil pembabitannya sebagai dayang dalam filem terbitan Cathay Keris bersama kakaknya Kasma Booty.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pada 1960-an, Allahyarhamah serta keluarga berpindah ke Kuala Lumpur bagi mengembangkan kerjaya seni, termasuk mencuba bakat Bintang Radio Gombak Setia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apabila memasuki usia 12 tahun, Yusni yang meminati Allahyarham Puan Sri Saloma memulakan kerjayanya sebagai penyanyi kelab malam di Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dunia layar perak Allahyarham hanya bermula ketika dia terpilih membintangi filem Allahyarham AR Tompel berjudul Abu Nawas. Hanya mendapat bayaran RM15, watak yang dilakonkan Allahyarham sebagai anak dara yang buruk dan berhidung besar menjadi perhatian ramai.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seterusnya, dia membintangi filem Keris Sempena Riau dan Siti Payung arahan Salleh Ghani. Allahyarham juga menjadi penyanyi latar filem Damak arahan Tan Sri P Ramlee.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bagaimanapun, pada 1966, Yusni mengambil keputusan berehat sementara daripada menyanyi di kelab malam bagi menumpukan sepenuh perhatian kepada keluarga sebaik saja mendirikan rumah tangga dengan pemuzik, Raja Ibrahim Raja Mansur.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanya pada 1973, Yusni kembali menyanyi di kelab malam membantu suaminya untuk menampung perbelanjaan keluarga.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pada tahun sama, Allahyarham diundang menjayakan program hiburan oleh pelawak, pelakon, pengarah dan penerbit, AR Badul dan terus bersara menyanyi di kelab malam. Bertitik-tolak dari itu, bermulalah kariernya sebagai pelawak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yusni juga kembali ke layar perak dan berlakon dalam filem Azura yang menampilkan pelakon, Fauziah Ahmad Daud (Azura) dan Jamal Abdillah. Pencinta setia dunia filem pasti tidak akan sama sekali melupakan lakonan cemerlang Allahyarham dalam filem tersebut sebagai Mak Long kepada Azura.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biarpun, kemunculannya sangat singkat, namun lakonan Allahyarham Yusni sebagai ibu saudara yang garang meninggalkan kesan yang mendalam.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selain drama dan filem, Allahyarham pernah menjayakan video klip Allahyarham Sudirman Arshad untuk lagu Basikal Tua pada 1980-an.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dalam klip itu, Sudirman berhempas pulas mengayuh basikal yang dinaiki oleh Yusni yang berbadan besar itu. Gelagat mereka cukup menarik. Sudirman dengan basikal tua yang agak besar, hendak membonceng Yusni juga berbadan besar. Ini merupakan salah satu ingatan yang tidak dapat dilupakan mengenai Yusni Jaafar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sepanjang menghambakan diri sebagai anak seni, Allahyarham juga mendapat pengiktirafan apabila dianugerahkan Pingat Pangkuan Negara (PPN) daripada Sultan Pahang pada 1985.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empat tahun kemudian, Allahyarham menerima satu lagi anugerah iaitu Pelakon Komedi Terbaik di Festival Filem Malaysia ke-8 yang diadakan pada 1989.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pada Ogos 2005, Yusni antara 20 artis veteran yang menerima wang pencen daripada Persatuan Karyawan Malaysia (Karyawan) untuk sepanjang hayat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di skrin kecil televisyen pula, beliau cukup sinonim dengan siri komedi Santan Berlada yang turut menampilkan pelakon lawak Mr Os, Fauziah Nawi, Khairul Azhar dan Ali Mamak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sepanjang kariernya, Yusni yang cukup popular pada era 80-an ini pernah muncul dalam kira-kira 20 filem. Selain Cuci dan Panglima Badol, aktres ini juga membintangi filem Setinggan, Sikit Punya Gila, Gila-Gila Remaja, Balik Kampung, Hantu Siang, Guru Badul, Dendang Remaja, dan Antara Dua Hati.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Filem lain yang turut dilakonkan ialah Pening-Pening Lalat, Driving School, Penghujung Malam, Senario The Movie, Soalnya Siapa?, Laila Isabella dan Tak Ori Tapi OK.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impak Maksima yang sedang ditayangkan di TV3 sekarang merupakan drama terakhir Yusni. Manakala aksi terakhirnya pula ialah menerusi filem sulung arahan Hans Isaac, Cuci, yang baru saja menemui penonton awal tahun ini. Dalam filem yang dibintangi Hans, Awie, Afdlin Shauki, AC Mizal, Erra Fazira dan Umie Aida itu, dia berlakon sebagai ibu Umie. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Filem Lost And Faun arahan Afdlin Shauki yang dihasilkan tahun lalu turut dibintangi oleh Yusni, filem ini belum ditayangkan lagi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pemergiannya satu kehilangan cukup besar dalam industri seni tanah air kerana sudah berdekad lama, pelakon ini menyumbangkan jasa dengan menghiburkan hati jutaan peminat setiap kali beliau tampil dalam filem, drama mahupun rancangan televisyen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Segala-galanya ditinggalkan seniwati itu yang banyak mewarnai dan menceriakan dunia perfileman tempatan. Selepas ini, kita sudah tentu akan mengenang beliau sebagai anak seni tulen yang tidak berganti.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perjalanan terakhir seniwati itu dinoktahkan dalam keadaan penuh ketenangan. Ketenangan itu juga jelas terpamer pada wajah Yusni ketika Allahyarham dikafankan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Didoakan Allahyarham Yusni akan damai di sana. Moga kamu ditempatkan di sisi orang-orang yang beriman. Al-Fatihah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, she's a good grandmother, Mother, Daughter and Actress.&lt;br /&gt;Acts she's on which i remember: Dilema Wanita, Klasik, k now i dont remember. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;i miss her. She resembles my Mom and my late grandmom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-924983555627798995?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/924983555627798995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=924983555627798995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/924983555627798995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/924983555627798995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-im-watching-dilema-wanita-at-tv1.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn228/putrawangsa/blog/th_yusni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6254538497731718413</id><published>2008-05-31T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:11:21.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt go to school again. HAHA. no sch mah! so after prayers, went for a haircut. but along the way, met kailani from chongzheng. ada patut die qoute kat aku, die kata " smlm aku baru teringt psl kau. si lembut tp kuat." den what i replied, "CIBYE!" with a punch at his arm. HAHA. kurang asam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything, dad gave me a lift to bibik's shop. so went there, make another mess there. haha. change this and that. and wait for my mr khairul to fetch me to go to nad's hs. weee~ a nice evening breeze on the ride to bishan. reached bishan and park his bike and off to j8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice kfc dinner with my dancers and jeff and along came haddad. we talked and joke and make a scene ard there. and off to nad's hs for fitting. HEHE. and its fit! and my dear mr khairul sent me back home. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ps: im not gay! its a gesture for people sending me home. nyahaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6254538497731718413?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6254538497731718413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6254538497731718413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6254538497731718413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6254538497731718413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-so-i-didnt-go-to-school-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-3663148333748691775</id><published>2008-05-30T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:58:08.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again no school for me. ni betul nyek.&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, went for my 1st dian training. fuh.. penat!  we ran. today i learnt contemp zapin and item for wedding showcase.  serious penat but i really enjoy the companies. they were funny and i had a good laugh! now im having a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so after gems, met khairul. change to our gears and went to t11a first. our first thing in the list, to teach a group of students and a lecturer zapin. i had a hard time teaching them. they are gg to cambodia this sunday to teach the children english. so i teach them very the max the easiest steps. haha and they did it! nice remarks were awarded to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wangsa. i got alot of dancers now. fuh. boys were jeff, sadiq, qayyum, jalil and wan. girls were alot include the senior lion from ssp.&lt;br /&gt;teach them zapin wangsa, and they did it quite fast and we really had a good time. and im meeting them again next wed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after wangsa, crash lion meeting. then went for supper  at clementi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. sebenarnya bgn lambat and end up tk g skola. hehe. i woke up. did some house chores and went to school for training. jus 3 rounds jek, semua senyap and bbual. apa lg!! HAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school, did some fypies.. did some progressbut wanna crash everything during the hols next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so waited for the rest at lib and met at fc3. we're gg to ACJC for their production. Awang Batil. Directed by Sani Hussain whom reproduce these play from these group. 7 bucks sey. and will be showing at ACJC rooftop. Shamil was the music director. so in mind, live music! a furnitured rooftop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.wano. jeff.izzad.aidil.shira.ab.haddad.jihad went for the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when the showtime, we walked to the rooftop pikir nk book seat cuz its a free seating. smpai jek, KIWEK! ni betul2 free seating. duduk atas tikar, cuba bayangkan. music plak, gamelan. and they played the same beat all over again. stage platform, was ok and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the play started, and everything nicely done. kiwek! for me, a plain stage drama. most of the actors were indons. hmm. not really worth 7bucks. then if they 7bucks, muzikarama should be more like 20 bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-3663148333748691775?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/3663148333748691775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=3663148333748691775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3663148333748691775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/3663148333748691775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday-again-no-school-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-570573556674123446</id><published>2008-05-27T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:38:56.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday&lt;br /&gt;came early with my formal attire to school just to do FYP. dang!&lt;br /&gt;but later, hang out with naim while waiting for my slot for my CSW interview.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i did great despite of the nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;and i took picture with my hafiz. HaHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7TxYZoBeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SpbY7RtCueY/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7TxYZoBeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SpbY7RtCueY/s320/DSC01033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205831064603854306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7V34ZoBhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hKogTzwblEQ/s1600-h/DSC01034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7V34ZoBhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hKogTzwblEQ/s320/DSC01034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205833375296259602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7TxoZoBfI/AAAAAAAAATA/co4u6YibW9w/s1600-h/DSC01032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7TxoZoBfI/AAAAAAAAATA/co4u6YibW9w/s320/DSC01032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205831068898821618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;so i skipped morning class cuz i was really worn out. and went for friday prayers after school. and also in the evening, i meeting nad, khai and adillah at Kampungz. Mak kaw, i'm dying for their costumes store which are so big and alot of costumes ard. KIWEK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to snatch away their sangguls lah! haha. and we were stuck picking out our costumes lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7XRIZoBiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KoY-Jzyl990/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7XRIZoBiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KoY-Jzyl990/s200/DSC01039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205834908599584290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7XRYZoBjI/AAAAAAAAATg/ybtiyd6JbGs/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7XRYZoBjI/AAAAAAAAATg/ybtiyd6JbGs/s200/DSC01040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205834912894551602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, went for evening snacks at Mr Teh Tarik. wait a minute.. i didnt went home. Nad and i went raffles to meet Ab, Haddad, AJ and Epeyn. its kinda late. so went there, showering in the moon lights. while talking and hearing epin's experience in HTA. you know what, he mention that one of the squad, a coincidental event, where all the drags and lembuts mostly in that squad. kiwek. and we watched the video they dance at the road at night behind their bunk which leading to armour room. NICE!! Don't forget the HI-5 and the bitch fight thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Went for work as per normal but im gonna claim hour today. i know its a last minute but they approve it mah. Sadiq and Diah are now working in my store and today was their first day. so everything went smoothly and at 7, i got the chance to follow the delivery boys to pick up their stocks. wohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a bit blur down there but they were great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm strike and im off to esplanade. meet the gangs and waited for the rest. kaws.. i met atiq, along, idris and quite a number of people. so went in, with a high security system cuz Mr Prime Minister attend Gentarasa 2008 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we sat down. first dance. i'm excited and sit down and be a good boy. first item was dance, yeah i know its a contempt dance. so i'm expecting drama, comedy and nice dance choreography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. then came in the multimedia presentation. ok, it make ida and me restless. then came in the dance. came in the silat. came in the dance. came in the silat. came in the dance. KIWEKKKK! bile mau game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;critics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. not as impactful like the past two years production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. not many crew and cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. no aura or a chill from the music side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. too much contemp dance which hardly interpret or no link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. pecah harapan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nasib free!&lt;br /&gt;there's asmida, jeff, haddad, ab, zalinah and two cuz, sarah, huda and me FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. - work sux. from my break till end, i did nonstop of folding t11 shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7YOoZoBkI/AAAAAAAAATo/6BFv2YFFKL4/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7YOoZoBkI/AAAAAAAAATo/6BFv2YFFKL4/s200/DSC01042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205835965161539138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7YPIZoBlI/AAAAAAAAATw/ec1BvN6V-Wk/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7YPIZoBlI/AAAAAAAAATw/ec1BvN6V-Wk/s200/DSC01045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205835973751473746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7YPYZoBmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QG9NEMMoljY/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7YPYZoBmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QG9NEMMoljY/s200/DSC01046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205835978046441058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7YP4ZoBnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CDRZb5LGNyM/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7YP4ZoBnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CDRZb5LGNyM/s200/DSC01047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205835986636375666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-570573556674123446?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/570573556674123446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=570573556674123446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/570573556674123446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/570573556674123446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday-came-early-with-my-formal.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_96bfQfMyTZA/SD7TxYZoBeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SpbY7RtCueY/s72-c/DSC01033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-8065531018695694160</id><published>2008-05-22T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T02:02:54.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, its the final league tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i know its so irony for me to say those things.&lt;br /&gt;im noe a big and make a hu ha over soccers.&lt;br /&gt;but due to big time, popularity fallacy, soccer is the deal!&lt;br /&gt;it would be much more fun sia. dang!! no cable tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today gems was not really that bad, cuz its really bad. i had a bad partner. and a bad presentation. dickhead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had fun during wangsa orientation. a proper dance clinic. mass dance and basic zapin. freshies were fun. dang! i got ugly dancer feets. i got rough feets. less than 2 week before wedding performance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, i miss NPCC. mom, can i go to ATC. or even better, mom, can i quit my job.&lt;br /&gt;talking about job... diah and saddiq went for job interview at MNS. and they got it at raffles. my WORKPLACE! but they only work from 10-3. cool shits. and they got the JOB!! i got two friends over. and hopefully asmida get in as well!! and im gonna rock that place again like VIVO. but raffles will not be like VIVO situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr, im gonna be smart looking! tadaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-8065531018695694160?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/8065531018695694160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=8065531018695694160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8065531018695694160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/8065531018695694160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-its-final-league-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-6814454022257632460</id><published>2008-05-19T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:58:18.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh sharks, i cried over "kerana Fateha". TWICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-6814454022257632460?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/6814454022257632460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=6814454022257632460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6814454022257632460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/6814454022257632460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-sharks-i-cried-over-kerana-fateha.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27646004.post-5620737659885982070</id><published>2008-05-18T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:13:53.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat. i get my cash pin, i became the main person on the sales floor for mens and i get to close cashier. i miss the moments at VC. and i get a compliment from naz through steven. he said she says that im proven that im good. and steven ponders the qn i asked him before i came for interview. which is " Why VC transfer me due to large headcount whilst they just hired another weekender week before im been transferred? Is it a lie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tadaa! im GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27646004-5620737659885982070?l=behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/feeds/5620737659885982070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27646004&amp;postID=5620737659885982070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5620737659885982070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27646004/posts/default/5620737659885982070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthesceneofezadd.blogspot.com/2008/05/sat.html' title=''/><author><name>ezadd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527283292333911854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
