<?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-11396793</id><updated>2011-12-22T11:23:27.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How has it been? Let me tell you ...</title><subtitle type='html'>It's just me ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-114477852724367908</id><published>2006-04-12T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T04:42:02.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Life</title><content type='html'>Months has passed. A new life, a new challenge, same problems. These are my daily routine. I can't even imagine how thankful I am that I living in the life that I am living in right now. What does this all mean? I don't care. I am living in the minute, in the second, in the now. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank to the Creator for the blessed life that I am living. Slightly harder then before but if I still manage to live this life so far, then I am stronger then before. Thank you to the MD for giving me the opportunity to be in the position that I am now. Without you, I wont be the person that I am now. Still a bit lazy but not like before. Thank you to all of the people that I have met till now. Without any of you, my life would seriously be dull. No meaning, no target, no achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I talking about then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple ... I am happy. I am thankful to God for my life. I am grateful to Eddie for believing in me to some extent. I am happy and honoured to know people such as Eddie, Iskandar, Lynn, Jay, Rafil, Zafran, Yoyo, Pian and not forgetting Laili for the good times in the office and outside of the office. Meeting unique, funny, loveable people all around me over the past years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any of you as I've said before, my life would be dull, without meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getacar.com.my"&gt;Get@Car Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bootie_boy"&gt;Bootie Boy MySpace Fan Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashanti&lt;br /&gt;Living My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;La la laLa la la&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;Hey yea&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;Mmm&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I'm so happy that&lt;br /&gt;I'm Livin' my life&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what I went through&lt;br /&gt;But hoped everything'd turn out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm rememberin' the days that I was holdin' my head down&lt;br /&gt;When people came around I always pretended to smile&lt;br /&gt;But I knew&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I was slowly&lt;br /&gt;Fallin apart&lt;br /&gt;Some days&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was to hold my mother's hand&lt;br /&gt;And hear her say&lt;br /&gt;"Baby...&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna make it"&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I been livin' my life for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;(Livin' my life)&lt;br /&gt;And I'mSo glad I made it this far&lt;br /&gt;(oh)&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' honna bring me back down&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' gonna turn me around&lt;br /&gt;(turn me around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I been livin' my life for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm&lt;br /&gt;So glad I made it this far&lt;br /&gt;(so glad)&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' gonna bring me back down&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' gonna turn me around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want nobody to think&lt;br /&gt;It was easy for me&lt;br /&gt;It took a while just to get down&lt;br /&gt;Too many people just didn't believe&lt;br /&gt;I'm remembering the sacrifices that I had to make&lt;br /&gt;I would cry myself to sleep and say that it would be ok&lt;br /&gt;But I knew&lt;br /&gt;That if I prayed&lt;br /&gt;That I would be on my way someday&lt;br /&gt;Some times&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was to hear my father say&lt;br /&gt;He would say&lt;br /&gt;"Baby...&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care what people say"&lt;br /&gt;So I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I been livin' my life for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm&lt;br /&gt;So glad I made it this far&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' gonna bring me back down&lt;br /&gt;(Bring me back down)&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' gonna turn me around&lt;br /&gt;(Turn me around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I been livin' my life for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm&lt;br /&gt;So glad I made it this far&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' gonna bring me back down&lt;br /&gt;(Bring me back down)&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' gonna turn me around&lt;br /&gt;(Turn me around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Everything that's happened to me&lt;br /&gt;I went from goin' out my mind&lt;br /&gt;To always on time&lt;br /&gt;And I am no longer a fool&lt;br /&gt;Since my days are cold without you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so)&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;(Happy)&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby babe&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so)&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;(Happy)&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I been livin' my life for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;And I'mSo glad I made it this far&lt;br /&gt;(So glad)&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' gonna bring me back down&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing)&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' gonna turn me around&lt;br /&gt;(And oooooooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I been livin' my life for quite some time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I made it this far&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' gonna bring me back down&lt;br /&gt;(Bring me back down)&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' gonna turn me around&lt;br /&gt;(Turn me around)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-114477852724367908?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/114477852724367908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=114477852724367908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/114477852724367908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/114477852724367908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-life.html' title='A New Life'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-113852276530966937</id><published>2006-01-29T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:29:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Math &amp; Equations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;ROMANCE MATHEMATICS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = marriage&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;______________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;OFFICE ARITHMETIC&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smart boss + smart employee = profit&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + dumb employee = production&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;______________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;SHOPPING MATH&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man will pay $20 for a $10 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $10 for a $20 item that she doesn't need. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;______________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;GENERAL EQUATIONS &amp;amp; STATISTICS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;______________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;______________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;LONGEVITY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;______________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;PROPENSITY TO CHANGE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;______________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;______________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next."&lt;br /&gt;They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-113852276530966937?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/113852276530966937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=113852276530966937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113852276530966937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113852276530966937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2006/01/simple-math-equations.html' title='Simple Math &amp; Equations'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-113649409383718652</id><published>2006-01-06T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T04:59:20.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d13/raqtor/Misc/nana.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved friend Nana, I will miss you. Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;- January 5, 2006 -&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-113649409383718652?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/113649409383718652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=113649409383718652&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113649409383718652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113649409383718652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2006/01/nana.html' title='Nana'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d13/raqtor/Misc/th_nana.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-113598468568257949</id><published>2005-12-31T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:18:05.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year ladies, call me ... :-p   - 01_ - 381_75_ ... msg me again to get the full version. LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-113598468568257949?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/113598468568257949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=113598468568257949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113598468568257949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113598468568257949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-113431439292076496</id><published>2005-12-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T06:47:49.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Rights = Video Games ???</title><content type='html'>So I had a very interesting talk with a friend I knew from the internet. This talk I had with him is purely between 2 people who had a thing or two to say about some current issues. It is in no way, forcibly trying to change the world, though we would want to see it through. It has been edited but you would still get the whole gist of the talk. Also, all names except for mine has been changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: It is a bit descriptive. To some of you, it might be a little too much information. Please keep an open mind on this. It is after all 2 people speaking their minds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;Well, TJ was a great man, transcending all times, demographics, races, sexes and other ... but that’s only because we need to have that extra room for growth. *TJ = Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;I will be the first to tell you how f***ed up the US is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;How so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that you know, you have a country with probably more intelligence than we do on our best day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;No comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Is there any particular event that happened recently that is making you say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;Uh, George W being given a second term by our 'electoral college' somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Never did like him, not to say he is a war mongerer (how ever you spell it) ... but when it comes to war ... he sure is damn active in his chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;If you had been a part of our 'pseudo-democratic' process, I'm certain that you'd understand very quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;50% of our country does not like George W at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha … that’s telling him something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the rest of the world is going to judge us on what the minority of our country thinks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, the feeling I have with his actions against Iraq, its due to the fact of revenge for his dad ... I'm not saying that it is ... but that’s the most concrete feeling I have for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am TIRED OF WHAT THE WORLD SAYS IN GENERAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;And what do you hear of the world saying in general over in the US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY WANT PEACE. &lt;span  soze="4" style="color:red;"&gt;There are more human rights involved in video games nowadays than there are in real life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha ... that's a very super cool statement to give ... it could be so bloody true. good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately so. I'll tell you what Ezar; I thank God that I live in a country that will allow me to believe in whatever I want to religiously. As long as I believe in the Christian God. Even though I do, what happens if I don't, here in the land of the free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, imagine me living there. I’m a Muslim. What sort of a reaction that the general public will think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st constitutional amendment involves freedom of speech, of the press, of religion etc ... that is the VERY BASIS of our SYSTEM OF RIGHTS. beyond that... hmmmm these are the things that we wish upon our opponent countries, however we only want these countries to implement these 'rights' of theirs in a manner befitting the ideal citizenship of the typical US populace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashaman:&lt;br /&gt;You know what really sucks, is that Egwene is in our room with a girl that she's spent months trying to get alone with her ... and I'm sitting here trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing here. Alright man, I'm going to go cash in on the fruits of Egwene's labors now; I'll see you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus ends our little talk. Hope you like reading it as much as I loved talking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-113431439292076496?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/113431439292076496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=113431439292076496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113431439292076496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113431439292076496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/12/human-rights-video-games.html' title='Human Rights = Video Games ???'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-113168729337247969</id><published>2005-11-11T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T13:34:53.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/sexy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-113168729337247969?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/113168729337247969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=113168729337247969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113168729337247969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113168729337247969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-sexy.html' title='I&apos;m Sexy'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-113090200509024104</id><published>2005-11-02T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T06:17:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya, kepada saudara serta saudari ...</title><content type='html'>Ahh the holy fasting month. It is coming to an end. When it does, I would like to wish all of my Muslim friends and all Muslims a very happy raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 1 month of fasting has past, I have come to realize on the smaller finer things in life, to the most evil one person can do. I have come to a revelation of understanding life and its surroundings and how precious it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t want to bore you with what exactly happen. But suffice to say that as Hari Raya approaches, I am grateful to all of the splendor that I have received till now and I would want all of my loved ones and to anyone who is reading this to have a better health and better everything for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Angel even more. Wouldn’t think of a better person to be with now. If we stumble and fall than I would want to say thank you. You really are one of the best things that have happened to me. But if we carry on standing high and tall, I would just like to say that I will never stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a shine of radiance in my life. Just like the first beam of sunlight creeps over the horizon at dawn till the end of its spectrum falls back in at dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we are having our last break fast tonight I would like to wish all of you again …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-113090200509024104?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/113090200509024104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=113090200509024104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113090200509024104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/113090200509024104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/11/selamat-hari-raya-kepada-saudara-serta.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya, kepada saudara serta saudari ...'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-112939919382583804</id><published>2005-10-16T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:59:53.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive-Thru Teller Machines</title><content type='html'>A sign in the Bank Lobby reads: "Please note that this Bank is installing new Drive-through teller machines enabling customers to withdraw cash without leaving their vehicles. Customers using this new facility are requested to use the procedures outlined below when accessing their accounts.  After months of careful research, MALE &amp; FEMALE procedures have been developed.  Please follow the appropriate steps for your gender."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALE PROCEDURE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Drive up to the cash machine.&lt;br /&gt;02. Put down your car window.&lt;br /&gt;03. Insert card into machine and enter PIN.&lt;br /&gt;04. Enter amount of cash required and withdraw.&lt;br /&gt;05. Retrieve card, cash and receipt.&lt;br /&gt;06. Put window up.&lt;br /&gt;07. Drive off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEMALE PROCEDURE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Drive up to cash machine.&lt;br /&gt;02. Reverse and back up the required amount to align car window with the machine.&lt;br /&gt;03. Set parking brake, put the window down.&lt;br /&gt;04. Find handbag, remove all contents on to passenger seat to locate card.&lt;br /&gt;05. Tell person on cell phone you will call them back and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;06. Attempt to insert card into machine.&lt;br /&gt;07. Open car door to allow easier access to machine due to its excessive distance from the car.&lt;br /&gt;08. Insert card.&lt;br /&gt;09. Re-insert card the right way.&lt;br /&gt;10. Dig through handbag to find diary with your PIN written on the inside back page.&lt;br /&gt;11. Enter PIN.&lt;br /&gt;12. Press cancel and re-enter correct PIN.&lt;br /&gt;13. Enter amount of cash required.&lt;br /&gt;14. Check makeup in rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;15. Retrieve cash and receipt.&lt;br /&gt;16. Empty handbag again to locate wallet and place cash inside.&lt;br /&gt;17. Write debit amount in check register and place receipt in back of checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;18. Re-check makeup.&lt;br /&gt;19. Drive forward 2 feet.&lt;br /&gt;20. Reverse back to cash machine.&lt;br /&gt;21. Retrieve card.&lt;br /&gt;22. Re-empty hand bag, locate card holder, and place card into the slot provided.&lt;br /&gt;23. Give dirty look to irate male driver waiting behind you.&lt;br /&gt;24. Restart stalled engine and pull off.&lt;br /&gt;25. Redial person on cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;26. Drive for 2 to 3 miles.&lt;br /&gt;27. Release Parking Brake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-112939919382583804?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/112939919382583804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=112939919382583804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112939919382583804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112939919382583804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/10/drive-thru-teller-machines.html' title='Drive-Thru Teller Machines'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-112924161719224555</id><published>2005-10-14T06:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T06:13:37.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So True :-p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Know You're Malaysian When...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain about the quality of the pirated DVD you just purchased. "What, RM10 for DVD5?! Aiyah, boss ... sound no good, cheaperlah ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to consume sambal petai and durian and gladly suffer the bloating and wind-breaking incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're exceedingly polite to the Mat Sallehs but you slag your own kind. "Hello, sir. Why don't you sit here, it?s got the best view of the city skyline." But, "Aunty-ah, your table is over there next to the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You order Maggi goreng and fried chicken, complain about how oily the food is, and then proceed to finish it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to talk about food. You're already thinking about what to have for dinner while eating lunch. "I'm stuffed. What shall we have for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dive into a communal-style meal the moment the dish lands on the table only to hesitate at the last morsel of food on the serving dish. There are two possible explanations for this: the first is the pai seh (embarrassed) factor, while the other is the myth that the person who eats the last piece will be a spinster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hit the accelerator the moment the first drop of rain hits your windshield. "Alamak, it's going to rain. Sure traffic jam one. I'd better drive faster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seize the opportunity to make a U-turn anywhere ... especially where there is a sign telling you not to. Well, so long as the cops aren't in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel a burning desire to send text messages and even have the gall to give your friend a blow-by-blow account of the movie to your friend on the handphone ? during the screening of the movie. "Okay, now that girl Lizzie is impersonating an Italian singer; she so doesn?t look Italian ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forsake your loved ones for the all-important four letter-word: S-A-L-E. "Sorry, mum, I can't take you to Aunt Mary?s because I have to go to MidValley before the crowd." You?re also more than happy to be part of the insane traffic jam that forms around malls during weekends and sale periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality shows Akademi Fantasia and Malaysian Idol dictate your social life. "What, no TV at the mamak? Count me out ? I'm staying home. Rinie needs my support."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pepper every sentence with lah. "No-lah, I can't see you today-lah. I have to study-lah. You know-lah, the prison warden aka mak is watching me like a hawk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fail to function normally without your daily dose of teh tarik and nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have owned at least one Proton in your lifetime. Cheap, cheap. That is until you start to make enough dough to buy that Honda you've been salivating over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slow down at an accident site to take down the car number plate, but won't step out of your car to help ? the victim could be a robber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather park your car along the main road outside the mall, where there's a yellow line, rather than pay RM1 to park inside where there are adequate bays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plead, bat your eyelids and relate a sob story to the officer at the town council office to let you off the hook (or reduce the amount considerably) for the fine you incurred when you parked your car on the double line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make an appointment for 10am and conveniently show up a half hour late ? Malaysian time, what ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pop open the wet tissue packet at the Chinese restaurant by squeezing the trapped air to the top of the packet before proceeding to smash your fist into it. The louder the pop the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You greet your friend / neighbor / acquaintance on the street with "How are things?" or "Have you eaten?" or better yet, by stating the obvious: "Went to market ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramlee burger is the "piece de resistance" of your growing-up-years cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You catch all major televised events at the mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have roughly six meals a day (breakfast, mid-morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper). Then there's the snacking ? keropok ikan, pisang goreng, muruku, jam tarts and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the whole family dressed to the nines, jump into the car and head for the minister's open house ? and ask for styrofoam boxes and plastic bags to tar pau food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your accent and language style vary according to the race of the person you are conversing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friendly disposition. Smiles are abundant and your "Apa khabar?" is warm and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You exclaim loudly how expensive everything is, even though the items may in fact be going for a steal. "Wah! So expensive, ah? Hak sei ngor (Scare me to death)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dig deep into your pockets to contribute to the latest appeal for donations in the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You "dis" our country all the time, but as soon as something good happens (like winning the Thomas Cup), you morph into a proud Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never travel abroad without a bottle of chilli sauce, or sachets which you can sneak into restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proud to be Malaysian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Malaysian friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-112924161719224555?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/112924161719224555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=112924161719224555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112924161719224555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112924161719224555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-true-p.html' title='So True :-p'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-112709043505474486</id><published>2005-09-19T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:40:35.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Scared Of The Next World.</title><content type='html'>Yes you heard me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin, I would just like to say that I want to release this feeling I have inside of me.  It is in no way a form of preaching of any sort.  I just need a place to let go all of these feelings.  And I find that blogging can help a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here in the world?  What makes us alive?  What is death?  All questions where there is no definite answer.  Just some speculations brought forth from some studies of science and religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I believe that we are here living in these world because of evolution and/or higher powers (evolution as in early man to present man; no monkeys involve).  I believe that we eat, sleep, and breed to survive and/or live.  I believe in any beginning there must be an end.  If not, there won’t be anything that is balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life must have its opposite.  Man - woman, day - night, start - end, life - death.  If too much of anything, or a monopoly of one thing, then the world would be in chaos.  Example, there is only man and no woman.  There would not be any more humankind.  No sun to brighten our day, we would live in total darkness.  And so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’m actually getting at is, I believe in the afterlife.  A place where we were once was before this world and a life where we will return to again.  But I’m scared of the afterlife.  Not saying that I want to live in this world forever, it’s just that what am I suppose to do in the afterlife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no recollection of the life we were living in before.  The only thing that we know is the life that we are going through in this world now.  A life where one is suppose to achieve everything and anything that one can get as soon as possible before our time here is done.  Depending on the person actually taking the initiative to get it or not.  Basically, there is a time limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a house hold where the constant reminding of going out into the world and achieve the best of everything that this world has to offer.  And I took a time off to think of what anybody’s life would be like after departing from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the weird part.  I believe there is a heaven and hell.  I’m okay with the whole hell thing.  If you commit crimes, sins, and any other acts that is different from the rules of our creator, you should be punish.  But get this, even if you do go to hell, you would be there for a certain period of time.  After you have been punish accordingly, you would be sent to heaven.  Except of course for mortal sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where it’s scary in a way for me.  The eternal bliss one would receive in heaven.  Anything and everything that your hearts desire would be given to you in a blink of an eye.  Total bliss, the ultimate satisfaction and comfort.  And you will be living there forever.  Not the rest of your life, but forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong.  Even I would want to be in heaven.  Everyone does.  But growing up in this world has cemented this feeling of striving with our own sweat and blood to get something that we want.  Not just think of something and getting it instantly.  It’s a culture shock is what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is troubling my thoughts is what would happen when this life, this world, this universe ends?  What then?  Scientist says that there would come a time when this whole universe would either explode into oblivion or implode into nothingness.  There are also speculations of time itself would stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again let me stress out that I believe in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let’s say that there is that probability of time stopping (I personally think that is kind of bogus, anywhooo…).  Doesn’t the afterlife and time go hand in hand?  Even if you are in heaven, it is stated that you be in heaven ‘forever’ which coincides with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this universe would cease to be a reality? Either explode or implode.  Well, I don’t have anything to say about that :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all of the things I just wrote are questions best left unasked, and if it were to be asked, there would not be any definite answer.  But not knowing what is to become of me/my soul is scary.  Not knowing how to live in the next world is the scary bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is some what the total opposite of the life we are living now.  Here now, it’s short and it’s hard.  But later, it is forever and it’s easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s weird for me to say that I’m scared of it.  I clearly see and understand what I just wrote. I too know that we would want to have anything and everything that we want forever without even breaking a sweat.  But this would really be the first time that we will have that opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in life there must be death, after death, it’s eternal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarrrryyyyy .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I am not saying and going otherwise from what has already been said and written.  I accept everything that would be bestow upon me.  I’m not expecting any answer to be given to me now or even ever.  I’m just scared of the unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-112709043505474486?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/112709043505474486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=112709043505474486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112709043505474486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112709043505474486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-scared-of-next-world.html' title='I’m Scared Of The Next World.'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-112660092119170418</id><published>2005-09-13T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:50:09.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Infinity ... And Beyond!</title><content type='html'>Suspended animation - I don’t even have the words to explain how I feel on this particular topic. It all started when I was going through my stack of DVD movies. Soon I came across Austin Powers. I decided to watch the movie for I’ve not seen it for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have not watched the movie, I will give a simple rundown on the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Characters: Hero – Austin Powers &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt; Villain – Dr. Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis: By day, he’s a fabulously high-fashion photographer in swinging ‘60s London – by night and at other times; he’s an incredibly suave undercover agent for British Intelligence. He has moves no man can match and no woman can resist. Whether he’s sent into the oil fields of the Middle East, the frozen tundra of Russia, or the dark underworld of Berlin, Austin Powers never turns down a mission. In 1967, when Austin’s arch nemesis, Dr. Evil is placed in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cryogenic suspended animation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and launched into orbit, Austin volunteers to be shaken, stirred and put on ice until Dr. Evil resurfaces. Now, 30 years later, the doctor has returned to earth with a fiendish plot to hold the world hostage. Obviously there’s only one man who can stop him, and he must be thawed immediately. (Taken from the back leaflet of my DVD cover) :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue, I would just like to say go get the movie. It is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspended animation, slowing without termination of life processes by external means. Which hypothetically means a person can live longer and stay younger from the rest as time passes on into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some studies on zebrafish embryos show that by placing them in an oxygen-free containment. Their heart-beat and all other involuntary system ceased functioning until the reintroduction of oxygen back into the system. This in fact puts them into the state of ‘suspended animation’. Once they are not frozen, they would grow old, produce offspring, and their offspring would carry on the process. No abnormality was found in the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in the near future, humans might be able to be in suspended animation and live on 50 years longer or 100 or when ever into the future. There are no limits on when you want to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself being &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=cryogenic"&gt;cryogenically&lt;/a&gt; frozen tomorrow and waking up next to a Klingon or Vulcan. Where galaxy starships are reality and you would be able to go on a star holiday cruise across the known universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology has improved 1000 times’ fold where food is instantaneously produced in a box with nothing in it. Traveling from point A to point B with just merely disassemble your molecules and rearranging them back to where you are headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time where there are no diseases, no poverty and no wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that a wonderful thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would you actually take that risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risk you might ask? Imagine this then. The technology for being frozen in &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=cryogenic"&gt;cryogenic&lt;/a&gt; cells is here. And you go ahead with the procedures. In the near future (perhaps 20 years or 30 years down the road), World War 3 breaks loose. And a nuclear strike came upon the institution that you are in. You are only twenty-something or maybe 30-something and you have lost your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you weren’t &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=cryogenic"&gt;cryogenically&lt;/a&gt; frozen you would have lived your life past the age of 50 and have experienced almost anything that life has to offer. You would be in love, have offspring’s and maybe even get the chance to be with your grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to be in a very high political stance and you go for the procedure. There might be someone / group of terrorists gunning you down. And they sabotage your cell. You thought to yourself you can do greater good in the future but it was cut short. If you were not frozen, you might have done at least something to better the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let’s say that the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=cryogenic"&gt;cryogenic&lt;/a&gt; institute is a non-penetrable building with ultra super security systems where no one or computer or even perhaps a nuclear bomb can destroy it. What then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What then, as in imagine a notorious terrorist or killer were to have a cell made ready for him. He would have a window of opportunity to wreak havoc in this world before he would have a safe haven in the building and maybe in the future. You would ask again, well sooner or later he would be awakened. But think what if there was a humongous natural disaster and all of the paper works and officials waiting for him to be awaken to be killed. There is no other evidence saying that he is dangerous. And he wakes up to a world who doesn’t know him at all … a scary thought none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are probabilities yes, but there is still that small chance that either one or even perhaps all of the things I mentioned above would happen. Would you take the risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is after all a 50-50 chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll ask you again, would you take the chance of waking up into a future of possibilities? Or a future of despair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even perhaps waking up 1000 years later to the same old life that you were in before you were frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-112660092119170418?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/112660092119170418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=112660092119170418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112660092119170418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112660092119170418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-infinity-and-beyond.html' title='To Infinity ... And Beyond!'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-112576759182095416</id><published>2005-09-04T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T14:16:53.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired But Okay!</title><content type='html'>Ahh twas a good night in the end … but before the day ended it was just straining on my stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location : Coffee Bean &amp; Tea Leaf, B.S.C, Bangsar&lt;br /&gt;Time : 1:45 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Bangsar Shopping Centre to meet up with &lt;a href="http://www.adlinyusman.blogspot.com"&gt;Eddie&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.sheridansulik.blogspot.com"&gt;iDAN&lt;/a&gt;. And to my delight, &lt;a href="http://www.men-are-here.blogspot.com"&gt;Naem&lt;/a&gt; was there; I have not hung out with him for quite sometime let alone see him. As I walked in front of Coffee Bean, I noticed there was a new face in the bunch (well new to me anyway) and I had the pleasure to be introduced to &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=suishak"&gt;Suhana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hearing quite a bit about the infamous &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=suishak"&gt;Suhana&lt;/a&gt; and this afternoon I finally get to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier in the early hours of the day, it was pretty dragging for me cause of a few reasons. 1) I did not get any nutrition in my system. 2) I had to wait an extra 1 – 1 ½ hour for Angel. Yeah, I was actually okay with the whole waiting thing, but to wait and be hungry at the same time was a bit tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in B.S.C, we usually go to our normal frenzy which was talking about relationships. Yes, I was quite the mellow one in this particular discussion but it was a hot debate nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects like am I really just a wife material rather than girlfriend material? Why one shouldn’t go back to bad experiences. How one should rather adapt to be submissive or dominant in the relationship. Talks where it was a bit more detail than our normal debates. Even though I barely got my 2 cents in; I suppose this whole sitting could go on for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : 3:50 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 – 7 phone calls later with ‘I’ll call you back later okay?’ I finally got to meet up with Angel. We headed off to Mid Valley for my damn late breakfast/lunch/tea all put together, and some practice session on the foosball table for the upcoming ‘Novice Best Of The Best’ tournament on the 10th September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the ¼ chicken from Dave’s Deli, and after it’s off to the playing field. I was in Brewball Mid Valley till about 8 o’clock where I headed off straight to my car so that Angel and I could make our way to Opus for dinner with &lt;a href="http://www.adlinyusman.blogspot.com"&gt;Eddie&lt;/a&gt; and the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location : Opus, Bangsar&lt;br /&gt;Time : 8:45 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adlinyusman.blogspot.com"&gt;Eddie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.men-are-here.blogspot.com"&gt;Naem&lt;/a&gt;, Nadira, Didi, Angel, and I were sitting on the couch in Opus waiting for a table to be available so that we can have a very satisfying dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were waiting for a table, we ordered some drinks. A few ice lemon teas, a sprite, coffee, and diet coke. And as usual when ever we are together we go back to that good ol’ comfort zone of ours which is talking about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night flow along pleasantly as we chat to our hearts delight about relationships. But something was wrong in the picture. I looked at my watch and its 10:30 p.m. Where is our GOD DAMN TABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn’t take it. I was hungry like a fasting pig. It’s bad enough that I don’t get a chance to eat, but get skinnier by not eating … that’s asking too much from me. I don’t want to be a skeleton literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We notice that a group of people was done with their meal around 9:45 – 10:00. So we thought, well they wouldn’t take much longer to GET UP and LEAVE. Finally they got up and left with clear tables and chairs for us to grab a bite. But it was to no avail as there was no use of ordering. The kitchen is now close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’M HUNGRY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can’t do anything about it now. I had to send Angel back and make my way home as well cause it was 11:15 p.m. and I was basically tired out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : 12:15 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 12:15 a.m. and I can’t even imagine I could finish writing this blog. I’m tired, I’m hungry but when I think of the stuffs I went through this whole day … I have to say, I had fun due to the fact of awesome conversations and excellent company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a good night in the end …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-112576759182095416?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/112576759182095416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=112576759182095416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112576759182095416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112576759182095416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/09/tired-but-okay.html' title='Tired But Okay!'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-112560735829045650</id><published>2005-09-02T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T13:11:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2004, Q1 &amp; Q2, 2005</title><content type='html'>Well it's 4:37 in the morning on a Friday, 2 September 2005. Hehe, don't know where that came from ... Anywhooo ... I'm about to go to bed but before I do, I just feel like I need to share this compilation of videos that my friend &lt;a href="http://www.adlinyusman.blogspot.com"&gt;Eddie&lt;/a&gt; has compiled over these past 2 years. You can either go to his blog &lt;a href="http://www.adlinyusman.blogspot.com"&gt;L'été Abstrait&lt;/a&gt; for the link or straight to the site where these 3 videos can be viewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/adlinyusman/iMovieTheater10.html"&gt;2004&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/adlinyusman/iMovieTheater20.html"&gt;Q1 2K5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/adlinyusman/iMovieTheater19.html"&gt;Q2 2K5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have fun watching it as I had fun being in it, alongside with all of my chaps in the videos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-112560735829045650?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/112560735829045650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=112560735829045650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112560735829045650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112560735829045650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/09/2004-q1-q2-2005.html' title='2004, Q1 &amp; Q2, 2005'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-112557084052123478</id><published>2005-09-01T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T18:49:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still under constrution ... :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hehe, as the title said 'Still under construction...'  Before anything, I do want this to happen in some part of me, but there's still some barriers I need to overcome or leave alone all together and head off to a whole new direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In any case, here she is ... Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be honest, I didn't want to look any where else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/dome_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey ... so what do you guys think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/dome_02.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;TRYING&lt;/strong&gt; to listen to Eddie ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/dome_03.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A group photo of Eddie, Angel, Myself &amp;amp; Tania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/dome_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-112557084052123478?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/112557084052123478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=112557084052123478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112557084052123478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112557084052123478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-under-constrution.html' title='Still under constrution ... :-)'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-112550614538010332</id><published>2005-09-01T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:43:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How has it been? Let me tell you …</title><content type='html'>As I sit in front of my computer each day and night I sometime ponder on about my life. I think about all of the girls that I went for over these years and all of the rejections that tagged along with it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I had the same rejections twice, I was facing different rejections at different points of my life. No 2 rejections are ever the same when I was younger. Got me a bit paranoid. I guess who wouldn’t be paranoid if you faced 10 girls through out your life and each and every one of them rejected you with a different excuse every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the year came where I finally hit it off with this girl. My first girlfriend. To me she was a keeper. We connected, understood each other. Honestly could finish each other’s sentences, and everything else for that matter. Unfortunately my dream of having only 1 girlfriend turned wife didn’t happen. She flew off to the states to continue her studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the long distance thing but it just couldn’t last. Don’t really blame her though. So sayang if you’re reading this, I was mad at you but not anymore. As I see it, that whole fiesta changed me to a better man. You made me see the world in a whole new light. Teached me on the meaning life (day and night), made me experience new types of feelings that I’ve never felt before, and a whole lot more. So thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a year and a half later, I was floating on air all over again. Met another girl who is sweet and beautiful. Fell for her on the very first time I laid my eyes on her. Alas it was another bitter sweet story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I don’t blame her for the things that she did. It was just a hiccup in my life is what that is. Knew the situation that we both were in but I was just being stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months ago I flew off to Indonesia as every one of you who has read my blog would know. Met this beautiful young woman who is just to die for. She is just one of a kind. She makes me laugh, comfortable, would do anything not to make her sad or depress. And from what she tells me, I do the same thing to her as what she has done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as it hurts me to say it, from my side, I just can’t try and imagine starting a relationship with her. I would bravely consider having a relationship with her IF only she was maybe staying in Indonesia for just a short period of time. As I know sooner or later she would be next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night after I came back from Indonesia, I was staying with my brother in his new apartment. That night almost all of his friends was over and decided to go to K.L. So we all got ready and headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t actually plan to be flirtatious as I usually do ;-) but it so happens that I was introduced to this very funny, witty, beautiful girl. I was in shocked to know that she finds me attractive (I’m not saying I’m ugly but I know I’m not good looking either). And it was so funny because it seems that I made her shy towards me. I don’t usually get that, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we got closer and hang out with each other almost every time that we can spare, talk to each other as often as possible. And I know for a fact that I adore her as much as humanly possible. The catch is, I have a strong feeling that I will fall in love with her if not already have. And that scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I make her laugh, smile, and happy, it’s just that I don’t know how much so. Not yet I hope :-) Just being beside her is an excitement itself. I’ll admit something, and I’m sorry if any of YOU get offended. I’ve never had someone who is a head-turner. And being with her a lot of heads have turned. And that attention, in a wacky way is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until and other wise I find out how much exactly she fancies me, I won’t make the plunge even though I really don’t care if the story turns sour. It’s either you make the effort or you will be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know if she or anyone else for that matter would give me a chance, they would be happy through out the whole relationship - basically; (well it can’t always be a happy story, where’s the fun it that?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll just end this blog with my blog’s title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has it been? Let me tell you …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:- If Eddie can pass the pictures, I would gladly post it up for you guys who wants to see how this girl looks like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-112550614538010332?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/112550614538010332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=112550614538010332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112550614538010332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112550614538010332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-has-it-been-let-me-tell-you.html' title='How has it been? Let me tell you …'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-112029241265793810</id><published>2005-07-02T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:58:26.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakarta - Yogyakarta - Jakarta 2005</title><content type='html'>To some of you who might have known earlier, I recently went on a family trip to our neighbouring country of Indonesia for a holiday trip that lasts for 2 weeks. It was okay in a way due to the fact that I miss my girlfriend back home in Malaysia. Anywhoooo ... I will now tell the story of that trip with visual aid, and basically, through the eyes of my darling, cute baby neice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello ... I'm Maya Charisma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So, we were already in Jakarta a few days earlier and today we decided to go on a trip to Taman Mini. Here is our first group photo in Indonesia. My uncle and aunty (Ezar &amp;amp; Hanis) made so much ruckus that they almost made an ASS out of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHO YOU CALLING AN ASS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LoL, aren't I a sweetheart ... Ahem, Taman Mini is actually a tourist spot where one can actually see the different customs and provinces of Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_04.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Such as these 2 below ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_06.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MONKEY! MONKEY! I love monkeys ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_07.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No!!! Get it away from me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_08.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After Taman Mini, we spent another day or two in Jakarta happily doing our shopping. And then we were off to Yogyakarta (enounciate as Jogjakarta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_09.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's an aerial view of a mountain top during the flight to Yogya (Jogja).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's another shot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WTF??!!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is a picture of my uncle and aunty at the entrance of the Sultan of Indonesia living quaters. I wonder what brand of make-up they used on it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Look at that preety flower ... DING! Dinner time ... yayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want 1 of everything THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The next day I decided to go for a swim, basically the whole family wanted a day of rest and relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A ride with my mom ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A ride with my dad ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And my uncle ... ARGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_19.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He sureeeee was mad when I showed you the picture above. LoL, that night we had our last dinner at Yogya cause the coming morning, we were heading back to Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 small step for man ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_21.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An aerial view of what's to come ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_22.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TADA!!! Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_23.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this group photo, I would like to introduce to you all my family in Indonesia. F.Y.I, I'm half Malaysian, half Indonesian. We're almost at the end of our vacation. I suppose we head back out for just a little bit more shopping ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_24.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You call this LITTLE??? I'm the one who has to carry it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_25.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, our two weeks is up ... Bye INDONESIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www.geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/jakarta/jakarta_26.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There you have it folks. The quick rundown on my trip to Indonesia. Hope you like the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;The End&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-112029241265793810?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/112029241265793810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=112029241265793810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112029241265793810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/112029241265793810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/07/jakarta-yogyakarta-jakarta-2005.html' title='Jakarta - Yogyakarta - Jakarta 2005'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111704291594366102</id><published>2005-05-26T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:45:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till The End Of Breakers Open.</title><content type='html'>Last Monday was the last day of the ‘Breakers Open’ Foosball Championship. I didn’t win any of the events except for the league. Here how it all went down, beginning with the 3rd last of the league game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, May 09, 2005&lt;br /&gt;7th game – Ipoh Players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each one of us arrived at Breakers, we felt somewhat spine-chilled due to the fact that this game will ultimately decide the winner of the league. It was a match between the two top teams in the table. And we being the second in the table cause of the lost we had previously to ‘Sarawak Players’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh Players are a force to be reckon with because it compromised of Senthil, Krisna, Raymond, and my first ever student Arif. Senthil and Krisna are somewhat high level rookies, Raymond being one of the best defender in Malaysia, and Arif the student who I pour my heart and soul into teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like bragging, and I’m sorry for that but it seems that anyone who is under my teaching in foosball at the end of the whole teaching, will become a player who is capable of at least being the rookie champion for any event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t know what type of level their handicap was. As far as I know, our handicap was 4 for all three of my team mates and me 6.5 (highest handicap player for this particular tournament).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first coin toss to see who starts the game, the match progressed with undeniable havoc. Balls were banging all over the place. Metal plates were dented. Tables were forcibly moved from the hard shots that any of us executed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all balls has been shot, we went back home thinking of what the results might be. It was too close to call, basically we had a 50-50 game win. The next day, I went to Breakers to check the results. And to my surprise, we won against Ipoh Players 5 to 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, May 11, 2005&lt;br /&gt;8th game – Foreign Players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day we were up against Foreign Players. Don’t be fooled by the team’s name. It consists of Huzzam; a player from one of the Arab countries, Joey, Azim, and Chris. Who by the way are all Malaysians :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kind of skeptical with this lot as well. It seems that they have only lost 1 match, drew another match, and won all the other remaining games. We had to win against them. Cause if we do we don’t have to take on the pressure of playing against Melaka Players. They didn’t have the means to win the league because of their record. But they did have the strongest line-up of players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Foreign Players. Played the match and we won. Without handicap in the picture, we lost the match. But thank god for giving them an average handicap of 5 and above. Beat them also 5 to 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time we were crowned champions. Because no teams can beat our score of 7 wins and 1 loss even if they win their remaining matches. The best they could have gone is 6 wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, May 13, 2005&lt;br /&gt;9th game – Melaka Players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about whether we should pass this match up to give Melaka Players to win 3rd placing in the leader board. Cause they are in contention to be the top 3 team in the League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We debated on it for quite a bit, because to start things of they were a team formed by Adil, Ryan, Victor, and Keat. A formidable line-up if u know the names of these players in the foosball scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thought we decided to f*** their chances of winning. Hehe. I mean if they actually do beat us then its fair game. But they had to earn it for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t and again we won a match at the score of 5 to 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Monday, May 21 - 23, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Breakers Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly a competition for all of my younglings. Each and every one of them progressed into the finals. One slot in the finals of Rookie Singles, Rookie Doubles, Pro-am, Mix Doubles, Open Singles, and Open Doubles were all filled up by my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t be happier. Even though they could only be champions for one event only. I don’t think I can ask for more from them. We took back almost half of the trophies that was displayed on the countertop. We collected 23 – 25 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night ended with a small toast to celebrate our victory and dream about the next competitions to come, I bid you all farewell for the news of foosball for this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn’t be happier for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Alex Chong for guiding them as you guided me and;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Aimee, Arif, Atasha, Ian, and Ikhi for winning what ever event that you were all in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111704291594366102?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111704291594366102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111704291594366102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111704291594366102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111704291594366102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/05/till-end-of-breakers-open.html' title='Till The End Of Breakers Open.'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111549415055641871</id><published>2005-05-08T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T04:08:37.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayang ...</title><content type='html'>Here she is ladies and gentlemen, the girl that stole my heart from the very moment I set my sights on. The girl that makes me smile and happy and all warm and fuzzy inside. The girl that brightens up my day every time it seems to be dark and gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t possibly think what I’ll do without her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one, the only …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Nonoy_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonoy - My Shayang [2345]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t she the most cute, beautiful, lovely person you’ve ever seen? Lurf you shayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s:- Laugh all you want about my writing. I DON'T CARE! :-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111549415055641871?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111549415055641871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111549415055641871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111549415055641871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111549415055641871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/05/shayang.html' title='Shayang ...'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111548174786861282</id><published>2005-05-07T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T00:02:27.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - My Take On It</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I suppose before I begin my rantings on what ‘Love’ is, let’s check the meaning of word ‘Love’ in a dictionary.  It says here in my ‘Reader’s Digest – Word Power Dictionary’ (LOL; I know it’s not Webster or Oxford) :-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have a warm affection for or devotion to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To like very much, to take great pleasure in;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have deep tender feelings coupled with a sexual desire for another person;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A term of endearment;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can also click on this link &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=love"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check on the meaning of 'Love' at &lt;a href="www.dictionary.com"&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now we know the meaning of ‘Love’ from an expert.  We’ve seen ‘Love’ all around us.  We’ve even brushed shoulders with ‘Love’ but does anyone of you actually know when we are being in-love?  Be it monkey love, unconditional love, or the mother of all love, true ‘Love’,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, say if you do know when you are having and experiencing some form of love, do you even know what type of love is it?  And, if you can answer that within a short period of time, are you certain about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some questions that run through for quite a bit in a person’s head at least once in their lifetime over someone.  They are some others who ask about it with every relationship that he or she might have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I got another question for you.  I say the word ‘Love’ who or what is the first thing you think about when you hear it?  Is it your girlfriend? Is it your boyfriend? Your parents? Or maybe even your car?  None or a very very few of you thought about God right?  Well, I’m not here to judge whether or not you thought about God.  What I’m implying is, they are a lot of reasons one should love someone or something.  And it’s not the same form of love for each and every one of those reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your car, than it’s more about how much good it brought to you over the past days, weeks, months, or years.  It’s not really a form of love where it also loves you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your girlfriend, boyfriend, or soul mate what ever the case maybe, than it’s being ‘In-Love’.  A form where both sides have a mutual respect and affection among each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if you have unconditional love.  That means that no matter how sick or disgusting or evil your opposite partner can get, you will still love that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hang on a sec.  Do you realize that all of the types of love that I just describe, it applies to anyone you meet or know?  Anyone of those meaning applies to everyone.  You can be In-Love with your parents.  Should there come a time where you stop loving your parents.  Or you still love your girlfriend or wife if she acted upon adultery or cheated on you.  Or perhaps, your parents and/or opposite partner doesn’t love you back while you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can 1 know which category they fall into?  My answer is, you can never know.  Even if you follow your gut feeling, you can still be wrong.  The only solution is – believe in love.  Believe that love will be in your everyday life and in your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will it, it will be true.  Everyone wants to be truly and deeply in love with their opposite.  As do I.  I believe that I am I in that place right now with my girlfriend.  I don’t have a clue at all if I am actually experiencing true love.  But that shouldn’t be a reason for me to contemplate whether or not I am in that zone.  I honestly love my girlfriend.  I believe this can be a truly magical moment in my life being with her.  I believe she loves me back for who I am and not what I am.  For her, I want to flourish her with nothing less than true love for the rest of our lives. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my parents and my family, I love my family unconditionally.  Be it that sometimes I think my dad is an arse for what ever case he has done before towards my family as a whole or specifically.  Or the fact that sometimes instead of 1, I actually have 3 moms (not my step mothers; my biological mother, my aunty, and sister).  If I were to say I hate anyone of them, it only means that I hate the way they react or treat me.  You just cannot hate family.  Its unconditional love, face it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So your uncle is a drug junkie, he is still family.  He did make you laugh or smile when you were little.  Even for just a day, you were happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess what I’m trying to say, love &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; all around us.  You don’t have to look into details if you have love coming or going from you.  Believe that love is real and it’s there for a reason.  In your darkest moment, love can prevail for you.  I love everyone that I’ve met.  In 1 way or another, I was happy even if we aren’t friends, family, or lovers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget the ones that you’ve lost, and cherish the ones that you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day to my mom(s) :-) , and have a wonderful weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111548174786861282?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111548174786861282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111548174786861282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111548174786861282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111548174786861282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-my-take-on-it.html' title='Love - My Take On It'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111546739727915548</id><published>2005-05-07T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:30:43.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosball Update - 5th &amp; 6th game</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, May 04, 2005&lt;br /&gt;5th game - Alman Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second mid-week game of the tournament, and it's all about the home stretch. We are literally in the thick of it now. Playing a game against a team where their skill level is laughable but somehow on your bad day, you just can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The likes of Alman, Razwan, Khairul, and Zakwan made up my opponents team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kind of skeptic about if we can stand up to their challenge. A bit shaky at first but after the 7 – 2 win on the first game, we were good to go. Had a blast playing against them. My whole team did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after scoring the last ball of the last game of the last round :-p we knew we clinched that victory. The next day, went to breakers to check the results, we won 5 to 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-=~End of Part 1~=-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, May 06, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6th game - Sarawak Players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came Friday and it's crunch time.  Playing against a team of friends.  They are Favian, Marc, Oden, and Zaahira.  Sarawak Players were their team’s name.  The only downside about playing with this team is that their handicap is super low ... We were some where above the 4 – 5.5 point mark, and they were below 1.5's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to play against them, because if I were to play for my team, it’s like putting more wood into the fire.  Made a decision of taking 2 of my friends and replacing myself and Atasha.  Both of us had the highest handicap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I wasn’t taking into consideration that we were the best among our team.  But it’s too late now.  The game had already been played.  And the only thing I could do at that time was to sit back and watch my biggest mistake of decisions unraveled as the games being played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, my team basically won every game and round against Sarawak Players.  It’s because of their handicap made them win Friday’s game.  So even though I accept it fully, it’s with much despair that my team lost our first game 1 to 5 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unofficially we lost 1 – 5.  But come Monday I’ll reconfirm the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-=~End ~=-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111546739727915548?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111546739727915548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111546739727915548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111546739727915548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111546739727915548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/05/foosball-update-5th-6th-game.html' title='Foosball Update - 5th &amp; 6th game'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111505219260669387</id><published>2005-05-03T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:43:12.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosball Update - 4th game - KL Players</title><content type='html'>It was a sad day at the playing field today.  Found out that my handicap points and my team mates were extreamly high.  I'm fine with it to be honest, but I didn't want it to be this high this soon in the tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to play against KL Players (Raymond, Mune, Shahril, and Farid) which increased the head ache of the tournament because they've not been winning all of their games.  Ergo, their handicap is very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If my handicap is 5 and my opponent is 3; then I would be giving my opponent 2 handicap points.  Which can and will disrupt any game plan.  E.g it's a race to 7 game and the game ended at 7 (my score) to 6.  I have to give my opponent 2 handicap points, my opponent gets the victory because after adding the handicap points, the score now is 7 (my score) to 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew we were in hot water.  There was nothing left we could do but try to win the game in a very large margin.  We didn't.  All we did was win big in a very few games, barely winning a game, and lost in a close match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, since our handicap is high, there really is no telling what the score is.  We'll just have to wait till Wednesday for the results.  And as for last Friday's game, we won that game 5 to 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111505219260669387?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111505219260669387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111505219260669387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111505219260669387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111505219260669387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/05/foosball-update-4th-game-kl-players.html' title='Foosball Update - 4th game - KL Players'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111479444249302281</id><published>2005-04-30T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T06:56:17.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosball Update - 3rd game - Escobar</title><content type='html'>Today, I had my third game in the Breakers League Tournament. And it's no easy game to say the least. Not easy meaning - I had to play against players whom are considered as friends of mine. And when ever you go against your friends in a competition, friendships and respect among each other will usually go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mainly because the fact that both sides know how each other plays and also know what's the best defence to use. Also, one effective way to counter that advantage/disadvantage over your opponent is to not make them focus on their game, and focus on how much of a bastard one person can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played against 'Escobar' which are a combination of Ikhi, Eze, Syed, and Fahmi. It was a normal routine for us in the first few games, but shock turned into horror when one of my opponents starts to play how do you say? ..... showing off his attitude, and playing dirty i suppose. In any case he wasn't really playing sportsmen-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which resulted in me telling my other team members to not give face and win all the way. Or how I like to put it, "Shoot, Shoot, Kill Kill" and "Block, Block, Die, Die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the final game has been completed and the scorings has been calculated. I suppose unofficially we won against them 5 rounds to 1 round. Or maybe (and I do hope we don't get this) 6 rounds to not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm hoping we don't get that score is that our handicap points will be increased dramatically. And with raise in our handicap points, it will make it even harder for us to win the following games in the days to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111479444249302281?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111479444249302281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111479444249302281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111479444249302281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111479444249302281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/04/foosball-update-3rd-game-escobar.html' title='Foosball Update - 3rd game - Escobar'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111462045776410532</id><published>2005-04-28T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:33:44.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosball Update - 2nd game - Mak Sdn. Bhd.</title><content type='html'>Had my second game tonight. We played against Mak Sdn. Bhd. They consists of C.M. Mak, Kenny, Sean Yip, and Nadine. It was quite a close match due to the fact that I couldn't bring my game to my normal standards. Anyways, I guess my team won tonight cause of our scoring effort as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;We won 5 rounds to 1. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111462045776410532?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111462045776410532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111462045776410532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111462045776410532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111462045776410532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/04/foosball-update-2nd-game-mak-sdn-bhd.html' title='Foosball Update - 2nd game - Mak Sdn. Bhd.'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111447288563893651</id><published>2005-04-26T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T18:54:38.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosball Update - 1st game - Selangor Players</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday (25 April 2005) marks the first day of the Breakers League Challenge. There are 10 teams (including my team) all together participating in the tournament. It is played in a ‘round robin’ league format taking place every Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for 3 weeks at Breakers, Desa Sri Hartamas. This means for any team, they will be playing 3 games per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my team, it consists of myself ( Ezar :-p ), Ian, Atasha, Aimee, and Alex Chong who is our substitute player. Our team is called Gunbound. And we played against a team who goes by the calling of Selangor Players; Poh Seng, Yoke Wan, Soung Ern, and Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night ( though, I kept thinking and missing my girl :-p ). Had a lot of laughs while playing the tournament and felt no pressure at all. Not too sure about my other team members but I guess it was the same for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won’t bore you with the details of the game. Instead I’ll just finish up this blog with the results. And I’ll try to post up the names of other teams and their results as well in other updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Gunbound 4 : 2 Selangor Players&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111447288563893651?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111447288563893651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111447288563893651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111447288563893651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111447288563893651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/04/foosball-update-1st-game-selangor.html' title='Foosball Update - 1st game - Selangor Players'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111436465546731282</id><published>2005-04-25T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T04:08:06.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence? I think not …</title><content type='html'>Haha, what a wild, funky, roller coaster type turned of events in my life this past week. It all happen when &lt;a href="http://www.adlinyusman.blogspot.com"&gt;Eddie&lt;/a&gt; called me up one day and said that he saw this one girl whom he thought was so gorgeous. So gorgeous that she even broke the crown off on Kate Hudson's head. I was like; Wow, are you serious? Next he started to talk about my previous post “&lt;a href="http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-triangles-me.html"&gt;Love Triangles &amp; Me&lt;a href="http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-triangles-me.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" and how it was worst for him cause it was between him and his friend. Which I had already guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember the conversation that we had that day. But what I do remember is, Eddie said that any of his male friends will fall for her if they were to meet up with her. Cause she is that lovely. He wants me to meet up with her. I said fine, but the details were never really planned out. 3 days later I was talking to Eddie on the phone. I asked him my normal usual questions; Where are you? You busy or what? He then answered I'm in Hartamas, and I'm with my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who? What? When? Where? How? Why? Were usually in the beginning of my sentences when he said that. My gosh, 3 days? Never met anyone with that sort of attraction. Even though I can guess other people can too. But you have to realize that these 2 individuals have not met with each other at all. They were utterly 2 completely strangers. It wasn't like I've seen you before somewhere in the past and you have the time to build the attraction to a higher level. And when the time came you ask that person to go out with you. With them, it was a completely blank piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all of the investigation about this new member in our circle, I decided that I really have to meet up with this girl then. Strategy must be made; plans and details must be well thought off. And so it did, time and date : Friday, 22nd April 2005 @ 8 pm. Venue : Bangsar. Occasion : Karaoke (woohoo! :-) ) Thursday night, I met up with Eddie on MSN and he told me that plans for karaoke is cancelled. Instead there will be a 'I Come, I See and I Monopolized' mission. MONOPOLY (hurrah) at Amirah's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie told me that he will be seeing and picking up his girlfriend at her workplace at about 8’ish. And will be heading off to Amirah’s after that. Aha! There’s the opening that I want. An opening where I can have a face to face chat with the girl who stole Eddie’s heart. To get to know this girl even more and see whether she is everything that Eddie said that she would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Eddie, she is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on Friday I got off work at 5. And be it that her workplace is very close to where I work, I decide to go see her after all. Didn’t want to at first, wanted to go practice my foosball cause there will be a game the coming Monday. Reached there at about 5.30 p.m and decided to walk around the place first to check out the scene. Never been to this place before and since I have a lot of time to spare, might as well see what’s hot and what’s not. Eddie told me that it will be very very dull there, but being an optimist I thought how dull 1 place can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so dead wrong. It’s freaking dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I parked my car and started to have the dullest moment in my life (for the first few minutes). But before I began my exploration, I came across the workplace of Eddie’s girlfriend. While passing it I might as well take a look around from the outside if I can actually catch a glimpse of this girl. As I walk pass the main door, I saw this sweet and cute girl. But for that short moment I thought to myself, just let it be for now. I’m coming back anyways …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So within 15 minutes I’m back to the place where I’m about to see Eddie’s girlfriend. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it occurred to me that I don’t know what her name is. I called Eddie up and ask for her name. When I was about to put down the phone Eddie asked me to call him once I have met up with his girl. I went up to the front door and to my delight I saw the same girl I saw before there. She opened the door for me and I asked her if I can meet up with Eddie’s girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my relief she turned away from me and looked to another girl and called out her name. And I knew this girl that greeted me was her friend. Eddie’s girlfriend took me to the area that she works and I spend the next 2 hours trying to get to know this girl without causing her too much trouble with her boss. I find her very sweet and lovely and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something was wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking at her friend. Be it when she joins the chat that I have with Eddie’s girlfriend or when she is far away doing her job. Every so often I just had to look up and admire her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just after 8 p.m she finished her work and about 8.15 p.m Eddie arrived with Khalid to pick her up and go to Amirah’s. Totally disregarding the fact that I was there also. Hehe, but I’m fine about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p/s:- Guys, if your friend is spending less time with you, don’t take it personally. They’re not thinking less of your friendship. It’s just how it is. And trust me, you’ll do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Amirah. Arrived at her apartment at about 9. And we pretty much had a blast over at her place. We rekindled the amazing year of 2004, had a hearty dinner, Khalid, Amirah and I having fun not playing ‘Taboo’, and hoping that the future will be just as amazing as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1 point, Eddie’s girlfriend told me that her very(1) very(2) very(3) very(4) very(5) best friend thinks I’m cute. Hehe, little that she knows that I think of the same way too and wants to get to know her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she gave her a call and passed the phone to me. I had a pleasant chat with her but it was cut short due to the fact that Eddie wants to use his phone. She asked me if I was going to go to Glenmarie and hang out at Eddie’s office. I told her that I’m not too sure about that cause I’ll be working on Saturday and I’m not sure at what time I’ll actually finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Group_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning came and I was so drowsy and tired. I went to LHDN with my brother, got out of the car, went to the reception counter, asked for some paperwork that has to be filled in, and my brother said to me those beautiful 9 little words – ‘Dah, you’re going anywhere or what? We’re done here –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From super sleepy to non can make me go to sleep now, I called my friend to accompany me to Glenmarie. Picked him up and we’re on our way. Nobody knew I was coming. And I wanted to keep it that way so that I can surprise them and especially the girl that I just can’t stop thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached at the area of Eddie’s workplace at about 10 and wouldn’t you believe it, there is Eddie in front of my car with Naem and the 2 girls pulling out from a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we parked our car and got out of our vehicles, I saw an angel. I really did, the girl that just can’t leave my mind alone was so beautiful. And I just had to get close to this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day progressed really well for me, got close to the girl had fun posing in front of a camera, even though I hate taking pictures and in my opinion I still look awful in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the time comes to an end at Eddie’s office, it ended with a low key. With a blink of an eye, she went off somewhere with Amirah without saying anything. It was like 1 moment we were sitting down, and as I look somewhere and turned back Amirah had stolen her from me … Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with a big sigh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my friend, and we were on our way to Bangsar to meet up with another friend of mine. But I just can’t believe that it ended just like that. I be damned if I didn’t at least try and ask if I can see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried calling her phone but she didn’t pick up, tried calling Eddie’s girlfriend's phone and she too did not pick up. So the last chance I had was with Amirah. And the third time always being the charm, she picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Amirah on what was her plan for the day, she said that she’s trying to find something and then she’ll be going for lunch. And being the persistent fella that I am, I asked her to come join me in Bangsar so that I can see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yeay!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have our lunch at Nando’s Bangsar Village. And it rained heavily. It rained like Garfield and a huge bulldog. Even though I get to see her again, I was still not satisfied. I wanted to be next to her every time. But I had other plans after lunch. Still, I asked her if she would want to follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said yes, and we’re off to One Utama. Once I said that particular place, she knew I was implying on foosball. I told her to watch me play and if she is up to it join me in the beautiful game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got into my car I knew for a fact, that right then and right there that I want to be with this girl. To take care of her and cherish her as humanly possible. As I paid the parking ticket and headed off to One Utama, something strange happen. Somehow we locked hands and not let go. And the funny bit was, we didn’t even mention about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were in front of ‘Studio 78’ the mood had slowed down a bit. I was wondering what had happen. And trying not to get that matter bother me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is now 8’ish p.m and I had to be heading back home. But she can’t go home yet, so we decided to pay a visit to Amirah’s apartment. Parked my car and met up with the security. Told them that we wanted to see Amirah and one of the guards told us that she just left. Not more than 3 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where else to go, we walked back to my car. Halfway through, we stopped and started hugging each other. Not your normal hug. The type of hug where the universe just stopped and you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got back into my car, we just can’t stop letting go of our hands. I’m so much into this girl by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes has passed and Amirah got back from Bukit Bintang. We asked if we could spend some time there and she said okay. Got out of our car and I sent her off. The plan was to send her to Amirah’s apartment, spend 15 minutes MAX and make my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at the time and it was 10 p.m. After spending 12 hours with this girl I knew she was mine to keep. And I’m not being a chauvinistic male implying that she is my property and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so very much into this girl. I want to take care of her and be a part of her life. I want her to be a part of mine as well. I want to be with her forever and ever, till there are no more seconds in time left. A lot to ask for, but I would want to see this through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask me, are you serious? You've only known the girl practically for a day only. This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all boils down to the question whether I love her or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I do. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-happy [2345]-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I would like to thank Eddie, Eddie's girlfriend, and Amirah for all of your support.*&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/11396793-111436465546731282?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111436465546731282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111436465546731282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111436465546731282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111436465546731282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/04/coincidence-i-think-not.html' title='Coincidence? I think not …'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111322957655978578</id><published>2005-04-11T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T12:22:07.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Triangles &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>Due to some circumstances, I can't speak or spill everything out. And what I'm about to write will be brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this person (and I'm not talking about myself), who is having a dilemma. He / She is in a love triangle. He/ She loves the partner and I suppose the partner feels the same way. But the partner's partner :-p doesn't know about the the whole idea or has a rough guess of what's going on but not till the whole extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, my personal opinion on love triangles is fine for a certain period of time; time being if the person you adore drags the whole thing too long, then just leave that person. You don't want to be someone's pet dog. Because I was once in that particular predicament. And when I say by it being fine, it has to be the person I'm having some affection for has the same feeling. It has to be mutual. &lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt; my partner's current girlfriend or boyfriend depending on which side of the gender wars you are is not treating you well at all. Always having fights, being over clingy, taking you for granted. All of the major flaws of a relationship. If it's minor, I suggest stay away from him / her. Or if you must just wait at the sidelines till he or she is single again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are facing this problem or situation (which ever you want to look at it), if their relationship are going down hill, I say its fair game. Now you might think what if I was the one in the other end of the spectrum. Well, yes I will be furious and jealous and what not. But if you do not understand the situation, the situation being you are causing the problems. And any resentment you say to her it will only make it worse. Then you had it coming. Don't force your partner to love you back. That is like putting more insect repellant and you being the insect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it as though and you should anyways that you have realize your mistake(s). You are deeply sorry for the actions and words that you have acted on and said before. If she or he really feels more about the other person, then you won't stop it. Cause it is your mistake to begin with. And you really had it coming. If he or she really will be happier than you should feel happy and just have to power through with the heart ache. Don't turn into someone who clings after. That would just make it even worse. From bad, to worse, to worst, to only god can save you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being a male I have a few things that I want to say. Guys if you love or so head over heels for a girl, and it so happens that she already seeing someone but facing some rough patches. Certify first that their relationship is about to end or worse comes to worst, she is better off with you. Don't play around with a happy relationship. Or a relationship where it can work out after all. You could be ruining a happy marriage in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always take care of your girl. Love her till the point where other people will just get sick and tired of your love to your partner. Once you get her. Because if you are the one who breaks up a relationship (yes even though it is a bad one and especially a bad one) she can and will find somebody else that makes her happy if you don't step up to the challenge of making your woman the happiest living being on earth. When I say challenge it means you will never make her the happiest but shouldn't be a reason for you to stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she nags or whines or pissed freaking mad at you, just deal with it. Make it up to her. And it's not always because of expensive gifts you can patch things up. Be spontaneous, be flirtatious with her over and over again, be caring, be thoughtful, be the best bed partner ever (don't lie girls, you do want your man to be good in that area), be everything that a woman wants a man to be. And maybe, maybe she can be the happiest woman in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to praise her in everything you do. And offer to do everything she wants to do. Even if she wants to fix a broken T.V or a leaking pipe, offer her a helping hand or better yet, do it for her. And girls we are not trying to show you that we are the dominant species or something. It's just what we do. I guess that's about it. I have astray from the thing that I've been talking about but there's no harm in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose before I end it I would like to say this. Continuing from where I left off ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No matter how successful and independent a woman is, a true and loyal man’s entirety is to please his partner. To be there for his partner. We’re not trying to show our testosterone, but its just feels right when a man takes care of his woman."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111322957655978578?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111322957655978578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111322957655978578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111322957655978578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111322957655978578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-triangles-me.html' title='Love Triangles &amp; Me'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111213918736340148</id><published>2005-03-30T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:50:00.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody KAI! FLUKE!</title><content type='html'>Bang!!! Thud! Thud! Thud! Ahhh, the sweet sound of a rubber ball banged hard on a metal plate with ATTITUDE. Yes ladies and gentleman, in a matter of a couple of days, begins the month of foosball tournaments and/or competitions for the year. Beginning with the 'Breakers League', followed up 'VIFA Asia', and ending with 'Nationals'. If some of you were wondering, YES! I do play foosball and I've started playing foosball since almost the middle of 2001 (March - May; can't really remember) till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really my intention to start playing this game to begin with. The likes of Eddie, Lop, Nicholas, Nadira, and Iskandar started playing the game before me and PRESSURED me to join with them. Well to be more specific it was Eddie and Iskandar, but you other guys were in the same group so I still blame you guys :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said I started playing around March - May, but before I began to put in those 2 dreadful little gold coins which has the same value of 2 blue Ringgit notes :-p (and may I add that, that definitely wasn't gonna be the last) I had to endure 3 grueling months of hanging out with them, just sitting down, listening to the loud noises both from the table and most of the time 'EDDIE' and just simply watch them playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how to play foosball, heard of the game but never actually seen till Iskandar brought me along with him to watch him play. If I remember correctly, the very first time I saw the table was actually in the Student Centre of Sunway College. Ahh Sunway College, one of the best and worst time in my life, but that's a different story. Back to foosball, after that day, everyday for 5 days a week I see the same people playing the same game over and over and over and over again. It's time to investigate! JENG! JENG! JENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime that I can, I actually went and search for a chair to place right beside the table to have a good and comfortable view of how the game is played. I notice that nobody was spinning the rod. I notice that you don't simply put (or the correct term; 'FOOS') the ball in and try to score using the 5-men rod (mid-field) straight away, and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months has passed and I was actually in a pub close to the college called Triple J. I was only with Iskandar, and I thought to myself, what's the harm with playing the game for just that one time. Boy I sure was wrong. The very first time I have the ball under my possession; I actually did a legitimate shot and scored. The very first time I actually try for goal and IT WAS GOOD! I got into the game very very quickly and I adapted like there was no tomorrow. I scored left, right, and center. I was on fire! (well you that I'm exaggerating. But nonetheless, I sure caught up with the rest quickly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to be in the presence of superstars and the very highly skilled up and comers, such as Alex Chong and Poh Seng. That was when I started really learning on how to play the game, how one should pass, score, block shots, and etc. In matter of another 2 - 3 months my 'pull shot' was actually almost as fast as tournament players. This motivated me to be more excelled in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed and all of us have been foosing almost non stop. Then I realize that 1 by 1, every one of my friends has stop playing foosball or is about to. Soon I was alone in the dark, and slowly I myself begin to slow down in the game and eventually stopped playing. 6 months has passed and I decided to just check out the Student Centre again for old time’s sake. To my joy I saw new players and a lot more number of foosers. I was giddy that right then and there I went to the cafeteria lady and change my 2 Ringgit for those bloody gold coins again. And thus here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time all of my friends have stop playing it. But who cares, the sweet surrender of hearing those balls hitting the plates just make my spine filled with cold chills and I absolutely love it. Played the game for another year and thus and behold I stop playing it again. LOL *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 6 months has passed, and the trigger happy, finger snapping photo freak (NOT you Eddie) Naem called me up to join him in a league competition. I was like, eh? Again? Well, ok. But shock turned into horror when I realized that I had no primary shot. I lost everything. I went into a quest to search for a shot for the tournament. I literally went through all of the shots beginning with Pull, Push, Snake, Front Pin, and Back Pin. I couldn't master any of them. And as I was about to quit, I saw a shining, bright, almost blinding light in the form of 'PUSH KICK'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it was called push kick. I didn't know there was even a push kick shot. But I seemed to handle the shot very well. I was so good and so fast that 1 time I myself couldn't even see the ball travel. I was onto something and I trained that shot very hard. I wanted to master that shot. And so I did, but! I only mastered the speed. I didn't have the accuracy and the mentality to handle such a complicated shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day, I met up with Alex Chong and he introduced me to Jack Hii. The king of Push Kick in Malaysia. The very first person to ever use push kick in Malaysia. He told me everything. He opened up almost every secret there is in that shot. And I definitely don't want it to go to waste. I absorbed everything that I could and put it into practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I entered 2 more tournaments and I kept losing out. Every first 2 games I lose, and I got kicked out. I decided to play the last tournament for the year and if I still lose I want to stay retired. This was actually before I met up with Jack Hii. So the day came, since it was supposedly my last tournament I decided to play in the Singles competition just for the fun of it. I didn't realize it at first but I actually was good in singles game compared to doubles. And I actually kept on winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I was actually in the finals. I still didn't really realize on how far I actually went. Bedebam, bedeboom, bedebing ................ I won, I actually won, I WON MY FIRST TROPHY AND CHAMPION at that. WHAO! I was freaking out and I was so happy. All of those time wasting my time and life before with everyone who I deeply appreciate now finally paid off. And hence forth I kept on entering tournaments and kept on winning trophies, and keep on building my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'm good because I know there are a lot of good players. All of which are better than me, but I do hope I don't end my streak on collecting trophies. I love collecting it and I want to build on it. And some day I hope to be the best in Malaysia, and after that Asia, and after that the world. Hehe, yes, yes, yes I know to take it one day at a time. Don't worry. But just to let all of you know that this year, I'm gunning for the Open Singles Champion. Wish me luck. And I wish all of you foosers out there who are about to start their season, all the best in your games in the months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;- out - &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111213918736340148?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111213918736340148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111213918736340148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111213918736340148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111213918736340148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/03/bloody-kai-fluke.html' title='Bloody KAI! FLUKE!'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111120336534158281</id><published>2005-03-19T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T04:06:58.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys Are Back In Town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vrooooooooooooooom ... The 'big boys' are in town. And also marks the day where I think (not confirmed actually just have to wait for tomorrow) I'm going to miss the whole F1 experience for the very first time since the inaugural race back in the late 90's. The Renault Team with their still very very fast car got the 1 - 3 podium finish. BAR Team should still have a very consistent car. Don't forget McLaren, a team with 2 of the fastest drivers around. BMW, at the back of my head is still a team to be reckoned with. And lasciando squadra migliore alla fine, una squadra dove la serratura stessa di momento i le mie viste al miocuore fluisce con passione rossa, e vostro con invidia rossa. The undeniable Scuderia Ferrari with their F2004B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopes, tensions, excruciating heat will be high today for the qualifiers are a go. And it will triplicate by the mid-day of tomorrow. I will forever support the team in red and hoping that it all comes down to what ever they have planned for the Sepang F1 Circuit and beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Ferrari_001.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Scuderia Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111120336534158281?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111120336534158281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111120336534158281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111120336534158281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111120336534158281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/03/boys-are-back-in-town.html' title='The Boys Are Back In Town.'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111081035208974874</id><published>2005-03-14T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T11:36:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was a day full of trying to understand what life really was. Life isn't just about the future and what we try to strive and achieve for. It's also not because of finding the romance of your life only. To me, life is all of that AND accepting the past with no '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;REGRETS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'; be it you having the most painful memories as far back as you can remember till YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I think I have been through life a lot more than any average person would. Found out that certain events which happened between my mom and dad happened for a reason. As I said earlier, my parents got divorced when I was 15. And yesterday it became a whole lot clearer for me. Trying my best not to say it directly, my dad got together with my mom because of my sister (which I already know when I was 15), I found out YESTERDAY that my parents stop loving each other when I was 7 years of age. How would a child be (the youngest at that) to find out that your 'PERFECT' family was actually a lie. You've been drenched with love from both side of your parents, but between each other it's purely for their children's sake. It saddens me cause, I've been living in a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me cause I'm a romantic, and being a romantic I always thought that you can never lose the love you have for someone. Yes! you'll get dead bored from seeing the same person day in and day out. You'll get dead bored from having to face the same antics from your already boring spouse every single moment you are next to him / her. But NEVER stop loving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out yesterday through my mother's eye that she really had no more love for my dad. I always thought it was the year they actually got separated. But to my surprise it was longer than that. Instead of being 8 years ago, it became double of that. 2 thirds of my life my parents stop loving each other. But my mom has her reasons and I accept it. I accept my dad being the type of person he is. Even though I disagree with him now. I accept everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want to be haunted anymore with lies and sadness. I want to be strong in this. I was only a teenager when this catastrophe happens. I am now coming to an age of mid-20's and I have already face the fact that life is harsh and can kick you in the arse with a searing hot spike tipped toe boot. You can't run from life, you can't run from sadness, you can't run from disappointments, but you definitely can cover your arse with a metal plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found all of that YESTERDAY and I hope anything else that comes in my way, I can put it back in 'YESTERDAY'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111081035208974874?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111081035208974874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111081035208974874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111081035208974874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111081035208974874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday.'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11396793.post-111064465785829540</id><published>2005-03-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:30:11.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been sitting in front of the computer contemplating on what to write for my very first blog. But be it as may, I'm not going to talk about the present and future just yet. Instead let me entice you with what I have gone through over the years and little bit of my background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Family&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a family of 1 father, 1 biological mother, 3 step mothers; which now has been reduced to 2, 4 siblings; 2 older sisters, 1 older brother, and about 4 years back 1 younger sister. The eldest of the 4 siblings married an Indonesian which 4 years ago contributed to the family by giving us the most adorable niece 1 can imagine. I have a niece who is 19 years of age younger then me, and a younger sister of the same age. Meaning, when they are about 16 years old and has trouble in school with some punk, their 35 year old uncle / brother will come and rescue them. Hehe. And not counting their 43 year old uncle / brother yet. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt; (General)&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through a lot of life changing experiences. I know about the whole male - female thing when I was 10. My father and mother got divorced when I was 15. Got to know that he married another person if not the same year, the year right after they got separated (which in my case was too soon at that particular time). I usually end up hurting myself for the most stupid of reasons (not talking about suicide), got into a motorcycle accident cause of forgetting there was a hole in the middle of the road, had to endure 8 painful stitches on my knee for falling onto a glass plate for dancing (I mean really?!?), 2 stitches on my right palm for trying to break my fall onto a sawed off steel goal post while playing rugby, a doctor had to pick out stones and pebbles 1 by 1 &lt;u&gt;IN&lt;/u&gt; my head and also gave it like 4 stitches which earlier that day I was playing those electrical 3-wheeled bikes for kids (think of it this way, I didn't want it to be 3 wheeled), another doctor &lt;u&gt;ACCIDENTALY&lt;/u&gt; poked &lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt; while I was being circumcised (c'mon it's bad enough the drug wore off during it was being cut off), fell of a flight of stairs (TWICE), and almost got drown off the coast of Perak if my sister wasn't there to save me (I was sitting ON a single person canoe and slipped off it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt; (Relationships)&lt;br /&gt;I was 21 when I finally had a girlfriend. Someone who I will always cherish and adore. Even though she asked for a break up with a reason which made me freakingly furious with her. But that is not the main topic that I want to share with you. I just want to say that I've been rejected so many times before I had my first girlfriend. And the funny part is, all of the rejections that they told me are different from each other. Seriously, I mean &lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt; of it. Being rejected that many times actually is a blessing in disguise for me. Because of being rejected that many times, I now have a new found respect for being in a relationship and definitely would want to make my other half the most or almost happiest person alive. Cause, I know it's hard to find that special someone you want to be with, let alone someone to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: All of you males out there, take good care of your woman. What ever it is they will win almost all of the time. Cause your life is to serve your woman and nothing else. F your job, F your life, it's all about your woman. And not forgetting about the opposite sex; ladies, be it that we try to serve you everyday, you should know that we can never satisfy you’re every needs. You will never be entirely happy because your life resolves around being mad at something. Always complaining about something; e.g. if your man is too kind, you feel like your man is too clingy, if he's a bad boy, you wish if he would take care of you every single second ... you get the idea. What I'm trying to say is, give your man a break once in a while because there REALLY IS NO way to fully satisfy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt; (Lifestyle)&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'm out going, a bit freaky, but mainly all good. I love all types of music, and I love to dance. Not that I am a good dancer but i just love to dance. I love sports, but I love watching it more :-p But seriously I love Formula 1 racing, I love football, I love rugby even more, I love snooker, pool, and last but DEFINATELY not the least, I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOOSBALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm so into foosball. I've been playing foosball for about 4 - 5 years now and my interest of it hasn't dropped a single bit. Tried not to touch the game at all for about 3 months actually cause I know, once I put in 2 of those gold colored coins I'm hooked. Unfortunately or fortunately, I did put in 2 Ringgit and I never looked back. If any of you were to wonder about my track record for foosball go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://foosball.info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;foosball.info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, search for 'ezar' under profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I suppose that's about it for now. There are a lot of things I haven't talked about yet, but fear not I will come back to this topic again. It's aleady late and I can't think of anything else to talk about. Anywhooo, take care everyone. See you again another day. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11396793-111064465785829540?l=ezar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/feeds/111064465785829540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11396793&amp;postID=111064465785829540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111064465785829540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11396793/posts/default/111064465785829540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ezar.blogspot.com/2005/03/past.html' title='The Past.'/><author><name>€z@®</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04460017336560674303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://geocities.com/raqtor_pm69/Me_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
