<?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-5940273674544971189</id><updated>2012-01-01T08:03:22.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swordfish</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-7004197317113455428</id><published>2011-11-14T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T01:51:13.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure of the Love one</title><content type='html'>I was very speechless when I got to know that I had lost all my 3 years worth of pictures since 2009 when I was studying abroad and all those euro trips' ones were gone. I was beyond words, few days back. Almost all the data had lost. It was a stupid mistake not to do any single back up at all before this. But I feel glad that one of the albums that I managed to retrieve was this one. The day my sister left to Alexandria after the widespread protests against Mubarak's regime had subsided. Love them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nhtmdntA04/Tr_8w3e1OkI/AAAAAAAAA98/RkPjMVDM9qQ/s1600/P1140370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nhtmdntA04/Tr_8w3e1OkI/AAAAAAAAA98/RkPjMVDM9qQ/s320/P1140370.JPG" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imaan brought a 'banner' to bid farewell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yofyBQred_I/Tr_6NF85xII/AAAAAAAAA9M/ygaMI-oIf4g/s1600/P1140354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yofyBQred_I/Tr_6NF85xII/AAAAAAAAA9M/ygaMI-oIf4g/s320/P1140354.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KTiBHty4Qw/Tr_7J51paUI/AAAAAAAAA9c/QAH_Eni-UDs/s320/P1140361.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwcNVBYkvS4/Tr_7gtQORXI/AAAAAAAAA9k/CzrMTL2DPAs/s1600/P1140364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwcNVBYkvS4/Tr_7gtQORXI/AAAAAAAAA9k/CzrMTL2DPAs/s320/P1140364.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture of the whole family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4atsgUrIqu8/Tr_8Cc2w5xI/AAAAAAAAA9s/6zxRfpkpXeE/s1600/P1140365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4atsgUrIqu8/Tr_8Cc2w5xI/AAAAAAAAA9s/6zxRfpkpXeE/s320/P1140365.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my sis's bf, Arif&amp;nbsp; aka the Pilot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iTWSWdD5Uk/Tr_8gQCd_eI/AAAAAAAAA90/BDiyb0nWQGc/s1600/P1140369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iTWSWdD5Uk/Tr_8gQCd_eI/AAAAAAAAA90/BDiyb0nWQGc/s320/P1140369.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Final Hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-7004197317113455428?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/7004197317113455428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=7004197317113455428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7004197317113455428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7004197317113455428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2011/11/departure-of-love-one.html' title='Departure of the Love one'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nhtmdntA04/Tr_8w3e1OkI/AAAAAAAAA98/RkPjMVDM9qQ/s72-c/P1140370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jalan Cta 2, Klia, 64000 Klia, Pahang, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>2.75414 101.70461</georss:point><georss:box>2.2465905 101.072896 3.2616895 102.336324</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5199729767488548032</id><published>2011-09-25T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:22:27.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unforeseen Circumstances</title><content type='html'>September 16th, 2011. The day I finished my 3 months probation. Now, I'm officially a permanent staff of an audit firm. The name shall not be disclosed here. And 3 months later, I found out how miserable my life is, as an auditor. Despite my experience in internship last year in auditing, I'm still up for this job position that requires high patience and tolerance. And I am still having problem to settle down. The professional minded people, advised me, "this is the best career to start with". "Don't worry, suffer now, enjoy later". "In 10 years' time, you will be in the top managerial position, a director or a partner. You can have everything you want in life". Frankly speaking, I don't even care about how much I will earn in the future, or how big my position is. I don't care about what car I will be driving (actually I want a Volkswagen Beetle 21st Century or 2001 Merc SLK) or the house I will stay in. All I want is a job satisfaction, to do something that I enjoy or comfortable with. Something that in the future, when I ponder upon my past, I did not regret the path that I had chosen. The problem now is because I have difficulty in managing my stress level, and oh my god, the heavy burden work loads. Otherwise, practically everything seems normal. On the weekend, the only thing that I'm looking forward is for my social life, my free time &amp;amp; my own space. Now, I realised, less time I spend with my friends and I only see my family at night, which is quite sad though when I come home to see everybody has fallen asleep. So yeah, my advice to you guys out there reading this, enjoy your student life as much as you can and never feel regret of what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5199729767488548032?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5199729767488548032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5199729767488548032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5199729767488548032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5199729767488548032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2011/09/unforeseen-circumstances.html' title='The Unforeseen Circumstances'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8061538828734908049</id><published>2011-08-21T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T01:46:05.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 21st Day of Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>I was walking down the road from the place where I parked my car. New car, I thought where I have at least achieved something. But in substance, the car belongs to the bank, not mine. I owe the bank through a hire purchase agreement. That is called substance over form, I learned in my university life during my sophomore year. As I made my way to my client's place, I was clutching my laptop's bag on one's hand. This laptop also doesn't belong to me. My employer lend it for me to do my professional work. If I lose it, I will be dead the next day. Even the laptop has been depreciated over the remaining useful lives, I would still have to pay the full amount regardless of the age. Pathetic isn't it? What is the most important is the crucial data that is stored inside. Basically, what we have right now is only temporary and we might not have it the next day. It's like a loan from Allah s.w.t. Always be grateful for what we have. Never compare ourselves to the richer people because we will never be satisfied. Instead, compare ourselves to the poor ones and always help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8061538828734908049?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8061538828734908049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8061538828734908049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8061538828734908049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8061538828734908049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-21st-day-of-ramadhan.html' title='On the 21st Day of Ramadhan'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-1940367170440808414</id><published>2011-05-01T02:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T02:48:36.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew, finally!</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, Alhamdulillah, I'm officially done with my research and analysis project for BSc (Hons) in Applied Accounting from Oxford Brookes University in affiliation with ACCA. Finally after five months of hard work, I can finally breath, a heavy burden has been lifted from my shoulder. I feel so relieved now and can concentrate on my final paper which is P7. Thank you Miss Joyce Low for being a good mentor to me, who have guide me in doing this project and not to forget to both of my parents especially to my mum who had never give up in giving me motivation and encouragement to finish up what I have started. Thank you very much :) Now, I just pray hard hopefully I'll get a very good result for my research project. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-1940367170440808414?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/1940367170440808414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=1940367170440808414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1940367170440808414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1940367170440808414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-dawn-new-day.html' title='Phew, finally!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4068589324316267149</id><published>2011-04-25T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:47:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 places I would like to see before I die</title><content type='html'>Top 10 places I would like to see before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mecca, Saudi Arabia&lt;br /&gt;2. Petra, Ma'an Governorate, Jordan&lt;br /&gt;3. Istanbul, Turkey&lt;br /&gt;4. Giza &amp;amp; Alexandria, Egypt&lt;br /&gt;5. Taj Mahal, Agra, India&lt;br /&gt;6. Munich, Germany&lt;br /&gt;7. Vienna, Austria&lt;br /&gt;8. Athens, Greece&lt;br /&gt;9. Great Wall of China, People's Republic of China&lt;br /&gt;10. Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 places that I have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada&lt;br /&gt;2. Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;3. Los Angeles, United States&lt;br /&gt;4. London, England&lt;br /&gt;5. Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;6. Milan, Italy&lt;br /&gt;7. Amsterdam, Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;8. Barcelona, Spain&lt;br /&gt;9. Dublin, Ireland&lt;br /&gt;10. Dubai, United Arab Emirates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4068589324316267149?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4068589324316267149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4068589324316267149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4068589324316267149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4068589324316267149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2011/04/top-10-places-i-would-like-to-see.html' title='Top 10 places I would like to see before I die'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-3957713807341546293</id><published>2011-02-27T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T13:57:22.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upside down</title><content type='html'>you don't know how disappointed i am right now. it took years to build it and it crashed within minutes. disappointed. truly am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-3957713807341546293?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/3957713807341546293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=3957713807341546293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3957713807341546293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3957713807341546293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2011/02/upside-down.html' title='upside down'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-877816639834434136</id><published>2011-02-08T08:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T08:50:00.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unexpected Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCSi7ldQ_I/AAAAAAAAA88/faUSMuEKShE/s1600/353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCSi7ldQ_I/AAAAAAAAA88/faUSMuEKShE/s400/353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571113867865310194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCSXbt_2QI/AAAAAAAAA80/f913Te-4CkE/s1600/361-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCSXbt_2QI/AAAAAAAAA80/f913Te-4CkE/s400/361-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571113670332635394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCSF9w3MrI/AAAAAAAAA8s/BOLa6m1BMvg/s1600/363-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCSF9w3MrI/AAAAAAAAA8s/BOLa6m1BMvg/s400/363-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571113370233811634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCRz7xHF9I/AAAAAAAAA8k/FE8ap0DdZFY/s1600/309-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCRz7xHF9I/AAAAAAAAA8k/FE8ap0DdZFY/s400/309-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571113060460337106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCRd_qyfOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/EhxzRjHlPfk/s1600/152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCRd_qyfOI/AAAAAAAAA8c/EhxzRjHlPfk/s400/152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571112683550440674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCQrprvf8I/AAAAAAAAA8U/6aBGwH_Zt1s/s1600/194-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCQrprvf8I/AAAAAAAAA8U/6aBGwH_Zt1s/s400/194-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571111818655399874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 8th day in London. The weather is rather cold and very windy. Currently at Ainee's place in Bayswater with my friends Anand and Helmi. It is very comfortable inside here, very warm. They are currently watching tv while i'm typing these. Havent been managed to really settle down for the past one week. My family has just left last sunday and it was very interesting to be with them. Apparently, my sister Aisha was unable to join us as she was in Egypt but now she is savely back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-877816639834434136?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/877816639834434136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=877816639834434136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/877816639834434136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/877816639834434136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2011/02/unexpected-vacation.html' title='The Unexpected Vacation'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TVCSi7ldQ_I/AAAAAAAAA88/faUSMuEKShE/s72-c/353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5681641677154526237</id><published>2011-01-23T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:18:48.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTv_nXVvfmI/AAAAAAAAA8I/j0sMrDX9CEA/s1600/Euro%2BMap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTv_nXVvfmI/AAAAAAAAA8I/j0sMrDX9CEA/s400/Euro%2BMap1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565322816291569250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Europe for seven months last year between 25th December 2009 until 29th June 2010. It has been a really good experience and frankly speaking it was the best moment in my whole life. Alhamdulillah, so many places that I managed to visit with my friends eventhough I was there for only a short period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://www.inibelogsaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hanis Zalikha&lt;/a&gt;'s page and I saw a map of Europe. It was coincident that the map she edited was within the same curtilage as the countries that I visited last year. Insyaallah if time and money pemit, Italy, Switzerland and Belgium will be my next destinations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5681641677154526237?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5681641677154526237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5681641677154526237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5681641677154526237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5681641677154526237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2011/01/euro-trip.html' title='Euro Trip'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTv_nXVvfmI/AAAAAAAAA8I/j0sMrDX9CEA/s72-c/Euro%2BMap1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-6804854680730716410</id><published>2011-01-21T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:33:09.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greates thing ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTm0fiBc82I/AAAAAAAAA8A/MH04-hjyHX8/s1600/P1110247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTm0fiBc82I/AAAAAAAAA8A/MH04-hjyHX8/s400/P1110247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564677268394799970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTmy53AaXOI/AAAAAAAAA74/RBnBr3ic-DA/s1600/33580_489814046489_566096489_7603832_1151326_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTmy53AaXOI/AAAAAAAAA74/RBnBr3ic-DA/s400/33580_489814046489_566096489_7603832_1151326_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564675521680923874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTmybf6LQHI/AAAAAAAAA7w/LMYWjRI6VtY/s1600/n566096489_2447838_4456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTmybf6LQHI/AAAAAAAAA7w/LMYWjRI6VtY/s400/n566096489_2447838_4456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564675000084676722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTmyJjKYHwI/AAAAAAAAA7o/18O_lGNccrk/s1600/20078_252753274147_623484147_4362982_8055736_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTmyJjKYHwI/AAAAAAAAA7o/18O_lGNccrk/s400/20078_252753274147_623484147_4362982_8055736_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564674691720290050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTms2t64wRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/dDC2C9BWjgQ/s1600/134248_10150118252350042_702445041_8146474_1595072_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTms2t64wRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/dDC2C9BWjgQ/s400/134248_10150118252350042_702445041_8146474_1595072_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564668870632456466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The greatest thing about ACCA is I can be friends with people as matured as 29 years old and there is no boundary between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From left to right:Ajmal,Din, me, Ashraf, Aizad, Munz,Hafiz, Shai, Ameer and Heikal. Few days before Ameer's departure to London).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-6804854680730716410?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/6804854680730716410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=6804854680730716410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/6804854680730716410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/6804854680730716410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2011/01/greates-thing.html' title='The greates thing ...'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TTm0fiBc82I/AAAAAAAAA8A/MH04-hjyHX8/s72-c/P1110247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2035382631628658597</id><published>2011-01-11T13:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:32:06.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Siti Nurhaliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TSvoQ5KByHI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WIj2HE-c7vw/s1600/HPIM6209%2Bcopy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TSvoQ5KByHI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WIj2HE-c7vw/s400/HPIM6209%2Bcopy-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560793541837441138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through my old photos then I stumbled upon this. Last time I met her was on the 4th April 2007, almost 4 years ago. She was very friendly, elegant and easy to talk to, something I find inside her that is different from other celebrities. Happy  32nd birthday Siti Nurhaliza, may Allah bless you always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2035382631628658597?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2035382631628658597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2035382631628658597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2035382631628658597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2035382631628658597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-siti-nurhaliza.html' title='Happy Birthday Siti Nurhaliza'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TSvoQ5KByHI/AAAAAAAAA6g/WIj2HE-c7vw/s72-c/HPIM6209%2Bcopy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2970485779530433164</id><published>2010-12-30T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:16:32.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khairul Fahmi is a warrior</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life in internet is more fun than real world. Nobody knows what you are doing, nobody cares what you are doing. It's just only you and your mouse pad that matters. One press of button you are already in London and another in Paris, how irony is it. No physical transportation needed. Only one thing I realised that it satisfies you only for temporary (based on Abrahansom Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs ... urm, well I'm currently doing a research project regarding Employee Motivation) so well that's the reason of inclusion of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go back to reality ... if you are angry with someone .. urm, lets say your lecturer just hit you from the back of your brand new car, a BMW X1 where you just bought it at Glenmarie in which your father paid the down payment of RM20 000 ( I still find it is better to invest in landed properties rather than cars because cars depreciate ... a mistake where almost all ACCA affiliates made) and you are extremely angry with your lecturer even after all the necessary Police report and monetary settlement have taken place and you can't find a place to release or let go of your anger (well apparently you don't want to be kicked out of college because of bad publicity) the only way is through internet or specifically&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/ahmadrashaad"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where all your settings are set to private not even your lecturer can see it only so called your trusted friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2970485779530433164?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2970485779530433164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2970485779530433164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2970485779530433164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2970485779530433164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2010/12/khairul-fahmi-is-warrior.html' title='Khairul Fahmi is a warrior'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2285989168211387434</id><published>2010-12-16T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:58:45.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You just wasted 5 seconds reading this</title><content type='html'>I want my old life back oh please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2285989168211387434?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2285989168211387434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2285989168211387434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2285989168211387434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2285989168211387434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-just-wasted-5-seconds-reading-this.html' title='You just wasted 5 seconds reading this'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-6535602499692108972</id><published>2010-10-01T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T14:43:43.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visitor from United Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TKWC8XOs7sI/AAAAAAAAA50/YCt3DAzJOhI/s1600/booya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TKWC8XOs7sI/AAAAAAAAA50/YCt3DAzJOhI/s400/booya.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522964491579223746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I looked at the Live Traffic Feed on my right side of the page where a live update been shown for visitors who visited my dead boring blog. Suddenly my heart stopped beating. A visitor from United Kingdom! Who might that be? Hurm, I wonder ... well it might be Kylie Minogue? A big no. Princess Diana? She's dead.  Emma Watson? She's too busy acting in Harry Potter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much persuasion, I've finally managed to figure out who he/she was. Because last night I received a message through my BB, and it's written ...&lt;i&gt; "Rashaad! I'm on ur blog (smiley face) U write well!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-6535602499692108972?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/6535602499692108972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=6535602499692108972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/6535602499692108972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/6535602499692108972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2010/10/visitor-from-united-kingdom.html' title='A Visitor from United Kingdom'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/TKWC8XOs7sI/AAAAAAAAA50/YCt3DAzJOhI/s72-c/booya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8179700912489110665</id><published>2010-09-07T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:31:03.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When lightning strikes twice</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish the world is mine and I can do whatever I want but sadly I can't. No money, no spirit, no political will. Only with education I can grow up and survive in the world of highly competitive environment. But things have radically changed since last Monday, I'm not used to what I'm being right now, helplessly looking out in the naked sky, figuring out what should I do. Working? Studying? I almost gave up everything that very day, there was no momentum inside me. My parents consolidated me, I cherished it. I failed. But whatever it is, life goes on ... I'm looking at the bright side now. Maybe God has something better for me. There is I assured, there is ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8179700912489110665?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8179700912489110665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8179700912489110665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8179700912489110665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8179700912489110665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-lightning-strikes-twice.html' title='When lightning strikes twice'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-632230046867538268</id><published>2010-07-07T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:39:22.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>Today's my 5th day working in PicewaterhouseCoopers. My new client is based in Shah Alam only 10 minutes driving distance from my home ... that's the best part. Before this I had to report to HQ for the induction programme, commute by KTM to KL Central. It has been almost a year since I took the public transport. I even compared it to the Central Line I took in London to go to college near London Bridge, how efficent and fast over there. Over here I complained. &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most of my time is occupied in the office. How pathetic I thought. I couldn't lepak with my friends like I used to, lepak at mamak until 6am, do movie marathon, merempit at murni, shisha, karaoke, ghost hunting, fishing at taman tasik shah alam ... which I enjoyed most ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-632230046867538268?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/632230046867538268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=632230046867538268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/632230046867538268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/632230046867538268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-1848012754847058351</id><published>2010-04-21T05:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T05:51:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 21 yaw</title><content type='html'>The weather is quite pleasent nowadays, not too cold and not too hot around 17 degrees. I could see people start wearing their shorts while girls with their bikinis. Nah, kidding. So it was all started yesterday, the day the sky stood still, the day that I looked at myself that I'm no longer a teenager but an adult. Bigger responsibility I should say. Darn I hate it. It has always been a mess when I'm doing something and I really hate commitment especially since I have joined UMNO Club in London. Yes, yes, yes very surprise indeed. Everybody back at home knows I'm more to the opposition and have strong influence with Anwar Ibrahim. Okey I admit it was a turning point when I decided to join UMNO. First of all, this UMNO Club is well above politics. We are committed as dedicated team members to take care of the welfare of the Malaysians and organising activities that is value added like recently we organised  futsal tournament at Regent's Park and the upcoming event is solat hajat for the students who are having final exams soon. It's not bad at all and of course not to forget when dignitaries from Malaysia come here where we have to organise functions and events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it short, last night my friends had a birthday party for me at Poppy Hana (a Japanese restaurant), Bermondsey. It was a blast. I would like to take this opportunity to thank Shakir, Alia, Anis, Linda, Arziff, Wawa, Aleq Riza, Arif, Shalini, Janani, Helmi and Anand for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S84hdbOpzfI/AAAAAAAAA5E/iksWA1Y0E-I/s1600/DSC02788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S84hdbOpzfI/AAAAAAAAA5E/iksWA1Y0E-I/s400/DSC02788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462340187456130546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S84hc39oOBI/AAAAAAAAA48/3My9lRoBQQ0/s1600/DSC02784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S84hc39oOBI/AAAAAAAAA48/3My9lRoBQQ0/s400/DSC02784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462340177989482514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S84hcn2eXQI/AAAAAAAAA40/Vf5m5QJSdGs/s1600/DSC02776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S84eltu2RXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Fivk5pZZJJk/s400/P1060399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462337031327073650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S84elfmndbI/AAAAAAAAA3U/pmtmR1qmnko/s1600/P1060426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S84elfmndbI/AAAAAAAAA3U/pmtmR1qmnko/s400/P1060426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462337027534452146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-1848012754847058351?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/1848012754847058351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=1848012754847058351' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1848012754847058351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1848012754847058351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-21-yaw.html' title='I&apos;m 21 yaw'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S84hdbOpzfI/AAAAAAAAA5E/iksWA1Y0E-I/s72-c/DSC02788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-1636820820584726648</id><published>2010-04-05T19:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:55:11.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need a parachute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S7nMLLqCMrI/AAAAAAAAA3E/HdBLXlaQRSY/s1600/bday+anis+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S7nMLLqCMrI/AAAAAAAAA3E/HdBLXlaQRSY/s400/bday+anis+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456616916015788722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S7nNtAOMbRI/AAAAAAAAA3M/d0reI6BOGiM/s1600/bday+anis+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S7nNtAOMbRI/AAAAAAAAA3M/d0reI6BOGiM/s400/bday+anis+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456618596573408530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S7nLoSUURrI/AAAAAAAAA28/w25dfkNMDMU/s1600/bday+anis+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S7nLoSUURrI/AAAAAAAAA28/w25dfkNMDMU/s400/bday+anis+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456616316508325554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was browsing to my pictures and i saw these. another exactly 3 months i will be here. it's amazing and wonderful and the thought of coming back to home is quite sad. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad just messaged me just now. he wants me to find out whether i can do my internship or work in london after getting my acca result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still haven't settled my visa yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-1636820820584726648?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/1636820820584726648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=1636820820584726648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1636820820584726648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1636820820584726648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-need-parachute.html' title='I don&apos;t need a parachute'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S7nMLLqCMrI/AAAAAAAAA3E/HdBLXlaQRSY/s72-c/bday+anis+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-1726307696012426380</id><published>2010-02-26T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:21:55.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London, kau dan aku.</title><content type='html'>Syukur alhamdulliah, I managed to pass my papers. Now I'm left with my final three papers of ACCA and I hope this will be my final semester and hopefully to be an affiliate by this August when the result will come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I messaged Din through my mobile, congratulated him for becoming an affiliate. That's the only person I know in my group who has cleared all the papers. He's a genius and full of charisma, and matured something that I see lack in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he replied and my other friends who congratulated me through sms. Normally I just delete it but something hit on me, I guess at least I would save these messages as a reminder and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din: &lt;em&gt;Salam. Hey wussup man. Long time no see. How's life in London. Hopefully smua slamat accomodation, classes n stuff. Alhamdulillah thanks. Kinda owe it to u guys lagi pun for making my life in sunway an enjoyable experience. Study group, futsal lepak teh tarik n stuff. So thanks man. DGIR? (DGIR stands for director general of inland reveneu ). That will have to wait. Parents x kasi. :( huhu. Just got an offer at kpmg audit financial services. X minat sgt audit banks. But what the hey beggars cantbe choosers. huhu. Start Next week. Hvnt really prepared for working lifehonestly. Dok melepak je. huhu. Nyway heard u passed both P1 n P2. Awesome. Congratulations man. :) so what's next. Finish all 3? Which optional papers ure taking. If you ask me, spread the risk. Ure still in the running for a straight pass. Play ur cards right. Kasi 1 paper plus obu then 2 paper or 2 then 1 + obu. So by december both acca n obu settle pluss less pressure n get 2 go travelling more. Enjoy. huhu. But if money or time is an issue then different story pun. Papepun all the best man. Make us proud. X ramai budak melayu straight passer. huhu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3 pages long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah: &lt;em&gt;Rashaad! nadiah here. congrats 4 ur results taw! btw i failed 2 papers f8 and 9. sory if u cl didnt get me i went out xbwk hp. u tc k kt sne. study hard! mis u!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheetal: &lt;em&gt;Hey rashaad ,,, how r u? tried finding u on fb but ur profile is missing. i heard u passed! congrats rashaad! :-D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part when I called my mum in the morning. It was 5.30 am here and Malaysia was 1.30pm. That's the other story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-1726307696012426380?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/1726307696012426380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=1726307696012426380' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1726307696012426380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1726307696012426380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2010/02/london-kau-dan-aku.html' title='London, kau dan aku.'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-1742373614136586361</id><published>2010-01-09T08:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:10:54.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe this will be my very last post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S0fUlgr4lDI/AAAAAAAAA20/VFIIAm7d1CA/s1600-h/P1020640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424538017085297714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S0fUlgr4lDI/AAAAAAAAA20/VFIIAm7d1CA/s400/P1020640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S0fUhMQQLMI/AAAAAAAAA2s/eR5bVZHtSVM/s1600-h/P1020645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424537942881217730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S0fUhMQQLMI/AAAAAAAAA2s/eR5bVZHtSVM/s400/P1020645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S0fUZxJ46iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/t4heVx5FRsI/s1600-h/P1020670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424537815347685922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S0fUZxJ46iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/t4heVx5FRsI/s400/P1020670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S0fUVGTg5PI/AAAAAAAAA2c/x07uQFcZHi8/s1600-h/P1020673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424537735125853426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S0fUVGTg5PI/AAAAAAAAA2c/x07uQFcZHi8/s400/P1020673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S0fUP1CukSI/AAAAAAAAA2U/4LTcdUzOFTo/s1600-h/P1020679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424537644592697634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S0fUP1CukSI/AAAAAAAAA2U/4LTcdUzOFTo/s400/P1020679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure whether i'm able to pen my thoughts for the moment. only pictures can describe my feelings now. chewah. anyway i'm doing just fine. i haven't settled down yet. to sum up things, staying in london is the best moment in my life and i'll treasure every moment here. friends here are cool and awesome, i made many new friends just within 2 weeks. i can easily get halal food. but the best part of all, i finally got the freedom ... freedom that i yearned for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darn, i really missed my friends in malaysia :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah before i forgot, here's some of the lists that i wanted to fulfill for this year 2010:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i) start playing football&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii) participating in english drama class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iii) pass all acca papers in one shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iv) start applying jobs this february or maybe internship at pricewaterhousecoopers, kpmg, deloitte, E&amp;amp;Y, and petronas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;v) practising guitar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last but not least ... gain weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-1742373614136586361?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/1742373614136586361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=1742373614136586361' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1742373614136586361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1742373614136586361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-this-will-be-my-very-last-post.html' title='Maybe this will be my very last post'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/S0fUlgr4lDI/AAAAAAAAA20/VFIIAm7d1CA/s72-c/P1020640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2640202506055375584</id><published>2009-12-20T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:40:34.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Baru</title><content type='html'>Terasa ingin berblog baru,&lt;br /&gt;dalam bahasa melayu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suasana di london yang tidak menentu,&lt;br /&gt;dimana haluan yang hendak dituju,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak mahu lagi bergantung pada facebook,&lt;br /&gt;dunia yang palsu belaka,&lt;br /&gt;seperti myspace and friendster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi akan berblog seperti biasa,&lt;br /&gt;beribu-ribu gambar dalam flickr,&lt;br /&gt;jumpa saya di sana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2640202506055375584?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2640202506055375584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2640202506055375584' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2640202506055375584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2640202506055375584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-baru.html' title='Blog Baru'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-784509649017309644</id><published>2009-11-29T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:16:08.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe you shouldn't read this ...</title><content type='html'>... nah you just read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-784509649017309644?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/784509649017309644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=784509649017309644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/784509649017309644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/784509649017309644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-you-shouldnt-read-this.html' title='maybe you shouldn&apos;t read this ...'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5219372537962485007</id><published>2009-10-31T11:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:33:59.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet me halfway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Suu2Zep895I/AAAAAAAAA2M/x_Bd5Z0Ct8M/s1600-h/HPIM6341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398609127175681938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Suu2Zep895I/AAAAAAAAA2M/x_Bd5Z0Ct8M/s400/HPIM6341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was back then in middle of 2007. i was in the train heading my way to kl central, standing while grasping a handle bar for support. it was packed as usual with passengers some big, some small. i like to take note of people, their eye contact, their movement and grace some sort of personification they embraced. looking out the window, i noticed a reflection. then came a voice screaming my name in the middle of crowded people. "rashaad!". i wonder who would that be. puzzled, disgruntled, i turned around and i was utterly shocked to see my friend, fidzry! i got to know him from myspace, we live in the same neighbourhood, he's staying in london while working as a waiter over there at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey rashaad. how are you doing mate?"&lt;br /&gt;"hey fidzry! i'm doing good man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only remember that part. the rest was history. and suddenly he took something out off his pocket and gave it to me, a sourvenir. that thing up there in the picture. i'm not sure what it is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey man, here's a gift from london", with slightly british accent. "thank you very much", i replied. we chat for awhile and the next stop came, i had to make an exit at kl central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that thing up there is still in my room. and i'm leaving to london in 54 days' time to further my studies ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5219372537962485007?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5219372537962485007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5219372537962485007' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5219372537962485007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5219372537962485007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Meet me halfway'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Suu2Zep895I/AAAAAAAAA2M/x_Bd5Z0Ct8M/s72-c/HPIM6341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4419600761230281258</id><published>2009-09-18T11:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:11:53.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long Ogy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/StBP0CDJv0I/AAAAAAAAA18/0dLLBJapD7g/s1600-h/oggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390896509284368194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/StBP0CDJv0I/AAAAAAAAA18/0dLLBJapD7g/s400/oggy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“A friend cannot be considered a friend until he is tested in three occasions: in time of need, behind your back and after your death” - Ali ibn Abi Talib r.a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the 6th time I went to the airport. I feel it's like my second home. lol. I feel like I know every corner of it, where to park and the least thing to mention is the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly was Zikri, then Asif, followed by Sofiya, Aidil Radzi and Adlan Wafi. So yesterday was Ahmad Fahim aka Ogy's turn. Almost half of the UiTM Faculty Of Accountancy students were there and I was lucky to be among them because some of Ogy's friends are my friends too and it is a small world anyway. Balik-balik pon jumpa orang sama gak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's going to University of Hertfordshire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogy, he was my president in class 417/517 at mrsm, my partition mate in form 5, my lepak friend since then. 5 years of friendship, and we can feel the bond. chewahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway nothing much to say here, just wanna wish you have a safe journey and Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri Maaf Zahir Batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4419600761230281258?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4419600761230281258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4419600761230281258' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4419600761230281258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4419600761230281258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-long-ogy.html' title='So long Ogy!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/StBP0CDJv0I/AAAAAAAAA18/0dLLBJapD7g/s72-c/oggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4091331971838724586</id><published>2009-09-07T14:51:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:15:12.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's an alien in my room</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://anyworld.files.wordpress.com/2007/01/sleep-paralysis-comic-style-724088.jpg?w=496&amp;amp;h=529" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the 17th day of Ramadhan. I have been contemplating much of what I'm doing. Everyday is the same routine. Sahur in the morning. Break fast at night and after that terawih at masjid negeri. If break fast (iftar) with friends outside, than I'll definitely miss terawih. If tomorrow there's no class then you can see me online until sahur. Basically the cycle keeps on going which is very unproductive and somehow I feel tired, tired and tired. I lost 4kg so far and by the end of ramadhan I'll be skinny dead. Somehow the weight gain doesn't materialise that much nowadays, you just wanna keep it a balance but somehow there's no positive progression with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I went out shopping was with &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/aiman.kamal"&gt;Aiman Bomby&lt;/a&gt; the week before. We went to Mid Valley and after that to Pavillion for freaking 10 hours! and I managed only to get 1 freaking item from Zara, a Hulk t shirt that I wanted to buy for MTV worldstage. Aiman bought motherfucker a lot of stuff, I swear if i had a car at that time, I had ran over him haha. And ohhhh I saw Natasha Hudson and she's really beautiful .... woohooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that I want to talk about is I have been &lt;strong&gt;hempap &lt;/strong&gt;for the fourth time since ramadhan today. It makes me wonder if the devils are being locked up now, how on earth is this &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; able to penetrate me? or maybe &lt;em&gt;things. These things that we cannot see with our naked eyes&lt;/em&gt; but only to those who have a really deep faith in Islam or religious something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because my datuk can see these things that I can't. Like at one time, this Jin wanted to kiss my nenek and he wacked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So just now after sahur I slept again, and I woke up and was unable to make a single move. I could feel this thing sitting on my stomach and gripping my hand with such a massive force that I couldn't able to fight it. I couldn't open my eyes either. The temperature of the room was normal. And I know I was not dreaming because it happened to me before. To my dad, my mum and my sister. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part, when I could feel it's breath on my nostril, around my mouth .. and it touched my lips. Ingatkan benda halus ni perempuan ke ape. Scary giler weyh. Masa tu kalau nak lawan memang tak boleh dah no matter how much effort you try. Then I recited ayat Kursi dalam hati because I couldn't open my mouth. First recition nothing happened, and then 2nd time nothing happened also after awhile somehow this thing left from my bed and I was unfrozen. After that teros bangun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientifically, it's called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_Paralysis"&gt;sleep paralysis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physiologically, sleep paralysis is closely related to the paralysis that occurs as a natural part of REM (rapid eye movement) sleep, which is known as REM atonia. Sleep paralysis occurs when the brain awakes from a REM state, but the body paralysis persists. This leaves the person fully conscious, but unable to move. The paralysis can last from several seconds to several minutes "after which the individual may experience panic symptoms and the realization that the distorted perceptions were false".[5] As the correlation with REM sleep suggests, the paralysis is not entirely complete; use of EOG traces shows that eye movement can be instigated during such episodes.[6] When there is an absence of narcolepsy, sleep paralysis is referred to as isolated sleep paralysis (ISP).[7] "ISP appears to be far more common and recurrent among people of African descent than among whites or Nigerian Africans",[8] and is often referred to within African communities as "the Devil on your back."[9]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some excerpt taken from Wikipedia. But honestly, compared to that with this, do you believe dinosaurs really exist? There's a book from Harun Yahya called &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/7800644/Harun-Yahya-The-Quran-Leads-the-Way-to-Science"&gt;The Quran Leads the Way To Science&lt;/a&gt; that can enlighten this issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4091331971838724586?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4091331971838724586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4091331971838724586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4091331971838724586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4091331971838724586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-alien-in-my-room.html' title='There&apos;s an alien in my room'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2858920195847980992</id><published>2009-09-05T11:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T04:29:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A professional mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.accountantkey.com/images/contents/a-profesional-mistake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.accountantkey.com/images/contents/a-profesional-mistake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your alarm rings, signaling another brand new day. You get up, looking forward for another new day of challenge, another new day to learn. After washing up, you put on your office outfit, giving you that professional look, one that you believe many out there envy. Breakfast follows (perhaps), and you head off to your office. You’re one of the earliest to arrive, ahead of all your superior and when they come in later, they greet you and you feel all charged up for another productive day. Plenty to do and learn and hence, you are prepared to stay back late to do all that is necessary...(read more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re currently doing a degree in finance, accounting or law, the above is probably what you’ve been waiting for all these years. You work your ass off (well… most of you) in university because it’s your dream to join one of those big glamorous firms out there in the market. Lawyers and accountants are the usual suspects for this curse. Once graduated, all of them will run like headless chicken towards those big firms. If you’re an accounting student… you want to be an auditor in one of the Big-4 right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you do make it, it’s like a dream come true. In such firms, you get a personal computer, maybe a notebook (wow!). All your stationeries are free, and it’s also the first time you step into a ‘pantry’, where you can make your own coffee, just like those nice offices in TVB series. Next, you get an exclusive e-mail, the domain after your name is not the ordinary @gmail.com or @hotmail.com or @yahoo.com… No, it’s not, it’s your-name@a-big-and-glamorous-firm. com. You can’t wait to tell that to your friend. Then comes the feeling of giving a business card with your name on it, and it’s not any other business card, it’s one with your name on it, it’s one that signifies you’re an employee with a-big-and-glamorous-firm. And… the word below your name is not a lowly “accounts executive”… the word below your name is exclusive… the word below your name is… “Associate”. And when your friend gives you the “Wow, you’re an associate with this firm?”… you get into instant orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 or 6 months into your job, you will then be experiencing the euphoria of saying… I-am-very-busy… I-have-a-lot-work… I-worked-till-very-late-last-night… I-can't-make-it-for-the-gathering-cos-I-have-to-work-this-weekend. Yeah, it’s an euphoria because to you, it’s a privilege to be busy, it’s very cool to work late, you’re very proud to work in during weekends. When you utter such words, a sense of arrogance and pride radiates from you. You feel great because working so hard means you learnt a lot of things, those not in the professional industry somehow looks lowly to you. You feel big, you feel you’re a level smarter than them. Reality will tend to sink in within 2 years or so, though the duration seems to be getting shorter and shorter now with the younger generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you will probably ask yourself, how come a graduate like you must do all sorts of donkey jobs such as photocopying, checking invoices, going through pile and pile of documents and filing. You will also be wondering how come your superior whom you once looked up to have to suck up to clients. Oh yeah… most all clients are unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re an accountant, you will probably realise that there is no such thing called a ‘balance’ sheet. It’s balanced because you did the balancing act so that your big boss can sign on it and certify it as ‘true and fair’. Yeah… signing on accounts, the job that you once dreamed of… isn’t exactly all a bed of roses. You then realise that you will probably never reach that “just-need-to-sign-only stage” but hey… it’s ok, you probably hate that job by now. When you tell your client something, chances are you are just as blur and confuse as them. But you have to act as though you’re an expert because you’re the con-sul-tant. This is just a glimpse of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all the late nights and irregular meals will probably caused you to age 8 years in 2 years. Those I-am-very-busy… I-have-a-lot-work…I-worked-till-very-late-last-night… I-can't-make-it-for-the-gathering-cos-I-have-to-work-this-weekend will take its toll on your body and it will show. You will probably look very skinny… or very fat… you will certainly look old and worn out. Working late and spending weekends in the office is no longer a cool thing but absolute stupidity. But hey… you will still have to do it, because there’s still much work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, all your friends who ended up as salesmen or doing other thing except being a professional, those whom you felt superior to are driving anything but a proton. But for you, it’s time to think whether you should buy a proton because your perodua is beginning to give you problem. Of course, if your father is well-connected fella, things can be different. But if you’re not, tough luck. You’ll be wondering how come you’re generally under-paid. Those exposure and learning curve that you once craved are no longer relevant. You want to make more money. But unless you’re a partner of the glamorous firm, money can be a little tough to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, probably after 3, 4 or 5 years, you finally realised that document you signed when you first joined the glamorous firm was nothing but lies. Then, you decide to ply your trade in the commercial world, you leave those glamorous firm. You think joining a commercial firm will bring about a good change, not knowing that such move means you switched from being a ‘profit centre’ to a ‘cost centre’. One of the main effect of the switch is that you will be working doubly hard compared to the profit centre, which probably includes a lot of late nights too… but your salary and bonus is much lower compared to profit centre. What does this mean… a story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure… your morning will now be something like…,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your alarm rings, signalling another day… another weekday. You get up, after snoozing the alarm a million and one times. You hope today is Friday, but it’s not, and you feel like shit. You think of a million and one reasons to take MC, but you realised you have to go to office because you failed to finish the report due today though you stayed till 10pm last night. You tell yourself you need to change job, just like how you have been telling yourself in the last 1 year. Once in office, you’re in a dilemma because you want time to go slower so that you can finish your work but yet, you want time to go faster so that you can leave the office and go for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, you will bitch with your colleagues about work and probably the bosses. You will all talk about so many people who seem to be doing so well except for you. You realised you should have done something else while in university. You realised you may have made a mistake in life… a mistake in being a professional… you have made… a professional mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article is taken from &lt;a href="http://www.accountantkey.com/component/content/article/22-a-professional-mistake"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frankly speaking, this is the biggest mistake I've done in my life by doing ACCA at the very young age. I always wanted to do a degree, more relax and casual instead of pushing your limits doing a professional course. It makes me wonder how can I even cope with the working life next year where I'm myself in need of guidance to face all the obstacles yet still young and fresh. But I hope this mistake will somehow turn into something worthwhile. Anyway what's life without challenges?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2858920195847980992?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2858920195847980992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2858920195847980992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2858920195847980992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2858920195847980992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/09/instant-orgasm.html' title='A professional mistake'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5807672440396931029</id><published>2009-09-02T18:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:18:32.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila aku sudah tiada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v227/1295/49/n887090426_3776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v227/1295/49/n887090426_3776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/facebouk"&gt;Rashaad&lt;/a&gt;: zharif jumaat mlm free? &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=603588342&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;naz&lt;/a&gt; ajak buke mcm last yr kat piramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=887090426&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Zharif&lt;/a&gt;: aku kat nilai doe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashaad: dah start class ke? cam ne kat ctu. best ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zharif: Dah strt. Sangap do.. Aku sorang je melayu dlm class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashaad: Haha ye ke. Tak pe r kau pon &lt;strong&gt;mcm foreigner&lt;/strong&gt; ape. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zharif: Taw xpa! Lecturer blh tanya aku local ke x .. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashaad: &lt;strong&gt;Muke indon&lt;/strong&gt; tu haha. Nanti buke ble2 kau free r k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zharif: Ckp kat naz buat hari ahad .. Ahad aku ada kat cni .. Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashaad: Okey aku suro die bwat second round nye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zharif: Xleh! 1st round aku kena ada .. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashaad: Haha susah cam ni nadia dah book tempat dah. Next time sure kau ley join&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zharif: Asl dia dh book.. Ala x kesian kat aku doe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashaad: Sbb die ingat kau x g nilai lg lah die dah book. Kau pujuk r naz n nad haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zharif: Ko pujukkan la! Sedey sial aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashaad: Wey jgn cam ni. Nanti cikgu kau kecewa tgk kau. Nanti aku tanya nadia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zharif: Haha sial.. Dh r aku paling tua dlm class.. Crack siot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashaad: Okey r tu at least kau &lt;strong&gt;senang cari awek&lt;/strong&gt;. Dieorg pandang kau &lt;strong&gt;up sket&lt;/strong&gt;. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zharif: &lt;strong&gt;Otak ko&lt;/strong&gt; kt cni semua &lt;strong&gt;muka pecah sial&lt;/strong&gt;.. Tp aku &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dtg untk blaja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashaad: Pergh unbelievable statement dr zharif sial. Anyway have fun. nanti papehal aku roger&lt;br /&gt;Zharif: Haha! Sial! k2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha lawak sial kau zarip! u make my day!!! &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/5940273674544971189-5807672440396931029?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5807672440396931029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5807672440396931029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5807672440396931029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5807672440396931029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg-suspensenya.html' title='Bila aku sudah tiada'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-3233095395569397734</id><published>2009-08-20T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:58:57.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakit</title><content type='html'>I'll have my first surgery this monday.  I hope everything will be okay ... :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-3233095395569397734?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/3233095395569397734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=3233095395569397734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3233095395569397734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3233095395569397734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/08/sakit.html' title='Sakit'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-1275612431475358695</id><published>2009-08-13T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:27:24.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zikri Kamardin &amp; Asif Noh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SoLx-4X22dI/AAAAAAAAAys/hbSZprtV27c/s1600-h/5934_130889486489_566096489_3576707_4629336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369119768365685202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SoLx-4X22dI/AAAAAAAAAys/hbSZprtV27c/s400/5934_130889486489_566096489_3576707_4629336_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best zik in Iowa and Asif in Illinois! Gonna miss you, but gonna miss my hair more. XD See ya next summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-1275612431475358695?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/1275612431475358695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=1275612431475358695' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1275612431475358695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1275612431475358695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/08/zikri-kamardin.html' title='Zikri Kamardin &amp; Asif Noh'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SoLx-4X22dI/AAAAAAAAAys/hbSZprtV27c/s72-c/5934_130889486489_566096489_3576707_4629336_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-3873998431622506754</id><published>2009-07-31T00:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:05:08.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aka</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the car with X, and she complained how boring my blog is nowadays. I rarely update she said and lately the posts concerned nothing about me, my private life. I admit there is lack of colours of what I'm writing compared to last year, and it is monotonous. She even said, &lt;em&gt;kalau visit sebulan sekali pon takpe&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;a funny way but I think she really means it. I couln't agree more with her. She's right. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is that so, then I'm sorry. I'm sorry I could not satisfy your feelings and devotion up to certain extent of what I'm expressing. I'm not Raja Petra who can create colours beyond boundaries in writing. I'm neither a writer nor a journalist. But I wish I have the time to write something to cheer up you people but I'm running against it instead. How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether you want to call it exaggeration but this is just a blog which is so much different compared to real life. You can expect anything out there but here with only small space ... Sometimes I feel my privacy&lt;br /&gt;is coarsely and intrusively invaded but yet I just feel like writing it out and sometimes I have this feeling of 'what the heck I've written here' and ended up deleting it. How funny I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see what's the purpose of having one but just spacing out my thoughts, unbottling it. At first it was black and white, so I coloured it to make it colourful but as time flies by it worn out like it is now. And the thought of pressing the keyboard and put it into writing seems not there, pausing for awhile, thinking and thinking and trying to make it sensible but I'm still not reaching there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-3873998431622506754?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/3873998431622506754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=3873998431622506754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3873998431622506754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3873998431622506754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/07/apa-kata-hati.html' title='aka'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2249651833373457614</id><published>2009-07-26T21:04:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:10:13.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna be on Top?</title><content type='html'>Today we decided to go hiking and our destination is Broga Hill, located near University of Nottingham, Semenyih. Finally an outdoor activity that I was looking forward to distress. Bryan, Alex, Phei Chuen, Imran and me met up at Indah Villa which is not indah at all, besides our college at 5.30am sharp and we began our journey ... Well, actually not hiking but we planned to see sun rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broga Hill is a really nice place to take pictures and if you have a dslr you might as well bring it along, you don't want to miss the fun  but it's just that I didn't bring any cameras and I had to rely on my camera handphone, the one and only SE K810i which is really reliable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took 2 cars, me with Imran and the other 2 with Bryan and luckily Imran brought along his hp GPS, so to find the way there was not a hassle. Arrived there at 7.00am and we had breakfast at an old chinese restaurant and by 8am we started walking up towards the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxWfICELRI/AAAAAAAAAxk/egf1jbi98n0/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362756349023497490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxWfICELRI/AAAAAAAAAxk/egf1jbi98n0/s400/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the path turned out to be not safety and narrow and steep but we managed to climb up safely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxWYtSmMaI/AAAAAAAAAxc/jz_dwiQAgnI/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362756238765863330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxWYtSmMaI/AAAAAAAAAxc/jz_dwiQAgnI/s400/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;scenery from above, you can see the small village here. a really breathtaking view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxWP1_KC6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/BqKajVbWmqs/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362756086481423266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxWP1_KC6I/AAAAAAAAAxU/BqKajVbWmqs/s400/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gua capek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxWHI1o1GI/AAAAAAAAAxM/RGDS2UH5okY/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362755936922948706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxWHI1o1GI/AAAAAAAAAxM/RGDS2UH5okY/s400/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cuak oh gayat esp tempat tinggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxV8-wVcpI/AAAAAAAAAxE/6bUdYrVUFeA/s1600-h/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362755762417660562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxV8-wVcpI/AAAAAAAAAxE/6bUdYrVUFeA/s400/DSC00779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we can almost feel it baby! touch the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxV1Jxc-7I/AAAAAAAAAw8/X3xIHfh_nDQ/s1600-h/DSC00781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362755627936185266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxV1Jxc-7I/AAAAAAAAAw8/X3xIHfh_nDQ/s400/DSC00781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha check out alex. she's like a pregnant woman. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally reached on top! great effort there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxVsvnL_KI/AAAAAAAAAw0/i5Xm-6VnwJk/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362755483474853026" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxVsvnL_KI/AAAAAAAAAw0/i5Xm-6VnwJk/s400/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxVfxbBBfI/AAAAAAAAAws/s6NJ8UL6iEY/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362755260622374386" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxVfxbBBfI/AAAAAAAAAws/s6NJ8UL6iEY/s400/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes suicide is not the answer            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxVO7poh_I/AAAAAAAAAwc/6JWZSRHokCk/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362754971310262258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxVO7poh_I/AAAAAAAAAwc/6JWZSRHokCk/s400/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pc missed the fun, she couldn't climb up this time around :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxVWYUI4pI/AAAAAAAAAwk/VzcPR2FpqIo/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362755099263820434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxVWYUI4pI/AAAAAAAAAwk/VzcPR2FpqIo/s400/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxU_5ABB4I/AAAAAAAAAwU/lFU56oZrZ1o/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362754712900798338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxU_5ABB4I/AAAAAAAAAwU/lFU56oZrZ1o/s400/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;satisfaction feeling after half an hour walking up the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall it was simply the best! lesson of the story, next time bring a camera! We made our way back at 10.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2249651833373457614?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2249651833373457614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2249651833373457614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2249651833373457614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2249651833373457614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanna-be-on-top.html' title='Wanna be on Top?'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SmxWfICELRI/AAAAAAAAAxk/egf1jbi98n0/s72-c/DSC00771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-1541547536736620661</id><published>2009-07-24T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:53:55.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi!!!</title><content type='html'>My sister is coming back soon yaw!  Haven't seen her for almost a year. I really can't wait to meet her, and the best part of it she's coming back this monday! That's really really really unexpected. woohooo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-1541547536736620661?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/1541547536736620661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=1541547536736620661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1541547536736620661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1541547536736620661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/07/oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi.html' title='Oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi!!!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-3330198843553172847</id><published>2009-07-06T18:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:57:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SlHlk1mLj5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/ruTxU7ctiOU/s1600-h/DSC09350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SlHlk1mLj5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/ruTxU7ctiOU/s400/DSC09350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355313852945502098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, I appeared in a magazine. (top right) Awesome! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends for the most enjoyable one month journey, I swear without you I'm lost in translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asif Noh (6 packs)&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Fahim (Ogy)&lt;br /&gt;Faqih Shamshudin (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;Aiman Kamal (Bomby)&lt;br /&gt;Megat Mohd Hazwan Zamir Zairi&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Yusri Ahmad Fuad&lt;br /&gt;Aidil Radzi&lt;br /&gt;Rifqi Al-Lil&lt;br /&gt;Aizat Zahari Zainol (Tibi)&lt;br /&gt;Zikri Kamardin (Bakat)&lt;br /&gt;Nailil Hanani Suhaimi&lt;br /&gt;Raja Atikah&lt;br /&gt;Nurfatinah Rashidee&lt;br /&gt;Jazli A. Jamal (Apollo)&lt;br /&gt;Sharifah Athirah&lt;br /&gt;Syukri Shairi&lt;br /&gt;Nazirah Jalil&lt;br /&gt;Aqeela Hani&lt;br /&gt;Shakir Abdul Razak&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Chan&lt;br /&gt;Afiq Makmon (Jawa)&lt;br /&gt;Imran Johan Ismail Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Janani Nair&lt;br /&gt;Zharif Zulkifli&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Kim&lt;br /&gt;Maneshsiren Basker&lt;br /&gt;Alexiera Ramskay&lt;br /&gt;ZenGiselle Lee&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah&lt;br /&gt;Sheetal Sharma&lt;br /&gt;Ikan Lemas (Numa)&lt;br /&gt;Debbie Chong&lt;br /&gt;Aida Hani Johnston Abdul Karim&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Faiz&lt;br /&gt;Izaaz Iskandar&lt;br /&gt;Izaaz Muzaffar&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Naim&lt;br /&gt;Hadri Zaini&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Idham&lt;br /&gt;Farid Yunus&lt;br /&gt;Manvinder Kaur&lt;br /&gt;Maryam 'Afifah Halid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if I missed anybody and for those who I haven't met, lets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Currently looking forward for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Prom Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Manchester United vs Malaysia match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ramadhan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Qatam Al-Quran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finishing New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... to name a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-3330198843553172847?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/3330198843553172847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=3330198843553172847' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3330198843553172847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3330198843553172847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-thank-you.html' title='A Big Thank You!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SlHlk1mLj5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/ruTxU7ctiOU/s72-c/DSC09350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-3084192898484199942</id><published>2009-06-20T19:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:22:19.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa was a rolling stone, mama developed a habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SjzUcQT7b9I/AAAAAAAAAuM/pcJR1aqHy5E/s1600-h/FLIGHT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SjzUcQT7b9I/AAAAAAAAAuM/pcJR1aqHy5E/s400/FLIGHT2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349384039289286610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at 4.30pm mummy was crying. I could see the disappointment in her face, like glass shattered on the floor or maybe worse than that. Her flight to Frankfurt is due tonight at 11.50pm but daddy just realised her passport expired on May 26th 2009 just now. JUST NOW! Today is June 20th 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I went to Jabatan Imigresen Malaysia at PKNS just now to check out whether it was open but we knew already it was closed, heck just to try our luck. For crying out loud, it's Saturday. The thought of using Kiosk to renew the passport came out before that, we thought we could renew it within minutes. But still closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my friend, Fahim Ogy since his father is working with MAS. The idea was ridiculous; I switched plane with my mum that means I will board the plane tonight and mum will buy another ticket on Monday and catch up with her on Tuesday at Muenster Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mane boley switch ticket." A reply from Ogy later on with corrobative support from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can cancel or postpone the ticket but since it's through a third party, too much hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know already the outcome of it but just trying out my luck. Well, at least Ross switched the flight with Rachel in FRIENDS but why can't we do the same? Heck, I hate this policy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-3084192898484199942?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/3084192898484199942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=3084192898484199942' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3084192898484199942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3084192898484199942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/06/papa-was-rolling-stone-mama-developed.html' title='Papa was a rolling stone, mama developed a habit'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SjzUcQT7b9I/AAAAAAAAAuM/pcJR1aqHy5E/s72-c/FLIGHT2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5292326820140024044</id><published>2009-06-12T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:35:07.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SjOO4kJkndI/AAAAAAAAAuE/mE5DR7wH5GQ/s1600-h/rocks-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SjOO4kJkndI/AAAAAAAAAuE/mE5DR7wH5GQ/s400/rocks-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346774285046554066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get my hand over Twilight book at MPH just now. Guess what, I haven't seen the movie either and all the hype about this blockbuster movie makes me wonder. I thought of buying the whole set; New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn but I guess I go about this one first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, a guy, reads this so I guess at least there's a representative from the other sex side who gave a good review about it. Yeah, sure why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the book much better than the movie? Well definitely maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mum and Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5292326820140024044?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5292326820140024044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5292326820140024044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5292326820140024044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5292326820140024044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/06/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SjOO4kJkndI/AAAAAAAAAuE/mE5DR7wH5GQ/s72-c/rocks-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8943342572808841467</id><published>2009-06-12T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:31:39.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejarah Bola Sepak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SjE_OJ0rBiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hoVNqrHl0f4/s1600-h/4650_89388197748_616952748_1982857_1526503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SjE_OJ0rBiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hoVNqrHl0f4/s400/4650_89388197748_616952748_1982857_1526503_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346123745053050402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS HE REALLY WORTH £80 MILLION? Apparently, Real Madrid ardently thinks so and brandished the RM462 million offer to Manchester United, which found it hard to refuse. The English club permitted Real to talk terms with Ronaldo but a final decision won't be forthcoming until June 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam Dalam Sejarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOALAN  :Permainan bola sepak adalah sukan paling popular di dunia. Kenapa didalam permainan bola sepak memerlukan 45minit setiap separuh perlawanan? Kenapa tidak 30 min atau 1 jam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAWAPAN :Didalam satu pasukan mempunyai 11 pemain, setiap pemain ada tugas masing-masing. Tugas yang dipikul amat berat. Berdasarkan pada soalan diatas, dalam setiap separuh perlawanan telah ditetap kan 45min. Mengikut kajian sainstifik, ia berdasarkan pada maklumat berikut :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Setiap Pasukan mempunyai 11 pemain, didalam satu perlawanan bola sepak, terdapat 2 pasukan bertanding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dua pasukan bermaksud 22 pemain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Setiap pemain membawa bersama mereka 2 biji bola kecil, bermaksud 44 biji bola kecil kalau dicampur 2 pasukan tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-satu biji bola lagi ada ditengah-tegah padang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jadi kesemuanya 45 biji bola yg ada didalam separuh sesi perlawanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-45 biji bola = 45 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 min masa tambahan kita ambil bola yang dibawa oleh Pengadil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kita nk tambah masa perlawanan, kita kena lah tambah pemainnya sekali. Baru Seimbang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8943342572808841467?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8943342572808841467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8943342572808841467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8943342572808841467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8943342572808841467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/06/sejarah-bola-sepak.html' title='Sejarah Bola Sepak'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SjE_OJ0rBiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hoVNqrHl0f4/s72-c/4650_89388197748_616952748_1982857_1526503_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5598989768459704431</id><published>2009-06-04T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:27:05.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please lah, please lah!</title><content type='html'>I just started my exams. Frankly speaking, I think it was hard. Really hard. I don't know whether I can pass or not. F8 audit and F9 financial management both are on the border line. 50-50. First it was audit. Well the spot questions did not come out exactly. I almost thought that I had it in my hand, then when I opened the questions paper, to my disappointment, the first question, the same topic repeated again from December 2008 sittings, which many of us could have just ignore. Thought that it had been tested so it would not be the same again. Overall, it was average but also quite hard possibility of passing still there Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day went on with a drag, it was the best effort it could be possibly be, short notes every here and there, I think I was more prepared in F9 than F8. So I entered the exam hall with a better feeling that this exam, F9 will be much better than F8. It started like heaven I tell you, the first question I did okay. Weighted average cost of capital, Capital structure, Modigliani and Miller Model. Then I opened the second question. I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey biar betol this is ACCA exam question?&lt;/span&gt; NPV, IRR, Payback maybe part a) was little bit hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third question, to my horror it was the toughest one, 25 marks, I tried to do, I tried again, then I stopped for awhile. I was stonning there for awhile, the paper was there, waiting to be written. But it was hopeless. I skipped. Then, the final question 25 marks. Bapak susah! Half and hour before exam finished, I thought I had better do something, at least write something. I was loosing the hope already thinking for sure I am going to fail this paper. I skipped all the calculations and attempted the theory parts. Betol salah tak tau lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I passed these papers. All papers. Please lah, please lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5598989768459704431?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5598989768459704431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5598989768459704431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5598989768459704431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5598989768459704431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-it-would-be.html' title='Please lah, please lah!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4904840478607229831</id><published>2009-05-26T22:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:42:44.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penn State Malaysian student found dead below Abrams Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Shv_282orCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/blz5-l61TdU/s1600-h/bilde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Shv_282orCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/blz5-l61TdU/s400/bilde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340143102691159074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Al-fatihah.  I got this news from my friends who are studying there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Iva Butler&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.thedailytimes.com/article/20090526/NEWS/305269984"&gt;The Daily Times Staff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally published: May 26. 2009 3:01AM&lt;br /&gt;Last modified: May 25. 2009 10:33PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A college student who was to fly home to Malaysia next week was found dead at the base of Abram's Falls at 1:30 p.m. Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nublan Zaki Norhadi, who was 20 years old, was with a group of about 30 college students from Penn State. This was not school-sponsored, but a trip planned to the Smokies by the students themselves, said Bob Miller, Smokies public information officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived at the Abram's Falls Trailhead at 5:30 p.m. Sunday and got to the falls at 6:20 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miller said it is unclear whether Norhadi was wading on the series of steps and was swept away to the base of the falls or if the jumped in and was swimming and them swept away by the strong current. Thanks to recent rains, the water at the falls was higher than usual, which made the current even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two of his buddies attempted to rescue Norhadi, but were also being swept away and had to be pulled out by other buddies," Miller said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming is not banned at the falls but there is a sign warning of the strong current and hazards at the falls, he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would have taken a strong swimmer to get out of the current and the other students said Norhadi was not a strong swimmer," Miller said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrams Falls is located 2.5 miles up the trail that starts off a stub road in Cades Cove that is located to the right just before the Cable Mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body was found at 1:30 p.m. Monday 30 feet down by the Blount Special Operations Response Team (BSORT) divers, Miller said. They arrived at 10:30 a.m. Monday at the falls. Three pack mules were used to carry in their equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park does not have a dive team. The man had been reported missing at 7 p.m. Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April 2004 a 14-year-old from Vine Middle School in Knoxville drowned under the same falls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4904840478607229831?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4904840478607229831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4904840478607229831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4904840478607229831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4904840478607229831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/05/penn-state-malaysian-student-found-dead.html' title='Penn State Malaysian student found dead below Abrams Falls'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Shv_282orCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/blz5-l61TdU/s72-c/bilde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-207006193416600337</id><published>2009-05-23T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:26:17.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're Malaysian, you should read this</title><content type='html'>This is the coolest website ever. Million times better than Facebook. It's called &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://www.alexa.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It displays the top sites on the web global, by country and category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey, let's see what do we have here in Malaysia. Which sites Malaysian like to go everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Yahoo&lt;br /&gt;2.Google.com.my&lt;br /&gt;3.Youtube&lt;br /&gt;4.Facebook&lt;br /&gt;5.Google&lt;br /&gt;6.Blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;7.Friendster&lt;br /&gt;8.Windows live&lt;br /&gt;9.MSN&lt;br /&gt;10.Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so far, so good. Okey lets proceed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Myspace&lt;br /&gt;12.Tagged&lt;br /&gt;13.The Star Online&lt;br /&gt;14.Malaysiakini&lt;br /&gt;15.Wordpress&lt;br /&gt;16.Maybank2u.com.my&lt;br /&gt;17Mudah.My&lt;br /&gt;18.Rapidshare&lt;br /&gt;19.Microsoft Application&lt;br /&gt;20.Cari Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... okey not bad, we do like to read news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Lowyat.Net&lt;br /&gt;22.OneManga&lt;br /&gt;23.Utusan Online&lt;br /&gt;24.AirAsia Berhad&lt;br /&gt;25.Blogspot&lt;br /&gt;26.Mozzi.biz&lt;br /&gt;27Baidu.com&lt;br /&gt;28.Go&lt;br /&gt;29.Ask.com&lt;br /&gt;30.Jobstreet.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... hurm, we do like travel don't we? where the heck is MAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Flickr&lt;br /&gt;32.Travian&lt;br /&gt;33.ESPN&lt;br /&gt;34.MediaFire&lt;br /&gt;35.Bharian.com.my&lt;br /&gt;36.Hmetro.com.my&lt;br /&gt;37.Clicksor&lt;br /&gt;38.Photobucket&lt;br /&gt;39.M2day.org&lt;br /&gt;40.Shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sorry RPK, you're quite down on the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.DoubleClick&lt;br /&gt;42.Metacafe&lt;br /&gt;43.Gutteruncensored&lt;br /&gt;44.Lelong.com.my&lt;br /&gt;45.Lead Stories&lt;br /&gt;46.CNET.com&lt;br /&gt;47.Red Tube&lt;br /&gt;48.Dell Inc&lt;br /&gt;49.LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;50.gougou.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Malaysians really show their true colours now! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Harakahdaily.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-207006193416600337?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/207006193416600337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=207006193416600337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/207006193416600337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/207006193416600337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-youre-malaysian-you-should-read-this.html' title='If you&apos;re Malaysian, you should read this'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-1570928317175200480</id><published>2009-05-21T15:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:23:31.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikinis and blunders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/ShUHhoz0KjI/AAAAAAAAAtE/M8fG0Qdjc_Q/s1600-h/kris_allen_dl_300x140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/ShUHhoz0KjI/AAAAAAAAAtE/M8fG0Qdjc_Q/s400/kris_allen_dl_300x140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338181207789414962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate Adam Lambert, frankly speaking I think he deserves to be crowned the next American Idol. He deserves it 77.777%. I am judging this based on their much anticipated performance yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the darkest horse of all emerged as the champion, Kris Allen. The judges did not give their standing ovation like the one given to Adam last time, and even Kris Allen was still in the state of denial when the result was announced. Too humble I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the two of them are the best competitors we have had so far compared to David Archuleta and David Cook of last season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think America's Danny Gokey fans, who possibly defected to Kris's side after Gokey left and effectively bridged that million-vote gap between Adam and Kris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you think Adam is the most overrated Idol of all time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favourite moment on the American Idol finale?&lt;br /&gt;a) Kris Allen winning&lt;br /&gt;b) Kara surprising Bikini Girl&lt;br /&gt;c) Security taking away Tatiana&lt;br /&gt;d) Queen with the finalists?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-1570928317175200480?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/1570928317175200480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=1570928317175200480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1570928317175200480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1570928317175200480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/05/idola-amerika.html' title='Bikinis and blunders'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/ShUHhoz0KjI/AAAAAAAAAtE/M8fG0Qdjc_Q/s72-c/kris_allen_dl_300x140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-1656097622292842361</id><published>2009-05-12T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:04:04.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter to Ku Li</title><content type='html'>Ku Li,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for you to quit UMNO and join PR.&lt;br /&gt;That will show that you are really sincere to the people of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the UMNO and their cronies with Corrupted Najib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that Najib at all will agree for the SNAP election.&lt;br /&gt;In the short period the people of Malaysia already hate because of his dirty tricks lead Perak in the mess.&lt;br /&gt;I believe he is the person who plot the downfall of PR government in Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave him alone, Ku Li you come out of the dirty UMNO.&lt;br /&gt;Many will follow you and join PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the lighter note, she was buried as a Muslim today, regarding my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-1656097622292842361?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/1656097622292842361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=1656097622292842361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1656097622292842361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1656097622292842361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/05/open-letter-to-ku-li.html' title='Open Letter to Ku Li'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2711928687402367424</id><published>2009-05-11T18:22:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:50:48.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader Discretion is Advised. It Contains Issues of Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SggLi6umv_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/jzvTF9CCCSI/s1600-h/DSC00029-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 79px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SggLi6umv_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/jzvTF9CCCSI/s400/DSC00029-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334526453128544242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me just now about her UiTM friend, if I'm not mistaken her name is Elaini who's mother just passed away yesterday. Elaini currently doing her PhD in New Zealand and she has a home at condominium Section 9, Shah Alam. Mum couldn't go for Elaini's mother's burial. This story was told by mum's friends and I was told by her moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaini's mother is a chinese converted muslim when she married to Elaini's father. She's a Sabahan if I'm not mistaken. She fell sick 2 months ago and Elaini brought her mother to live at Section 9 while she's studying in NZ to take care of her. So, Elaini's husband with her son/daughter take care of her mother here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Elaini's father divorced her mother when Elaini was younger. Elaini has a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my mum's friends visited them at Section 9. Yang tolong mandikan jenazah husband dia and anak dia. Jenazah siap dimandikan dan dikapankan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi tu, I think a relative of them from Sabah, he's a Christian came to their home all the way from Sabah. He wanted to take the jenazah with him and buried as a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that guy and the family members had a really massive argument. Really, Elaini's friends were hopeless and they couldn't do anything because is was a family issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, her mother is a muslim and I do not know whether her mother practised as a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahuallam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that relative from Sabah wanted her to bury as a Christian and he even called MAS Kargo to pick the jenazah this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know how's the issues resolved but if I'm not mistaken again, Elaini's brother managed to come to an agreement with elaini's husband and relative from Sabah that their mother will be buried as a muslim in Sabah not at Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tau macam mana nak cerita, I guess I lost many points there but MAS Kargo arrived at that place with a coffin. The coffin was carried by 2 Indians and the very sad part was when  Elaini's mother was put into the coffin by them, and it was nailed and to be sent off to Sabah this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they had the argument with the relative from Sabah, the family members contacted the JAIS and JAIS was helpless. Diorang tanya lah macam mana nak settle this problem and the JAIS fellow said if her mother's IC card stated Islam and she should buried as Islam. Of course Elaini's family wants her mother to be buried as a Muslim but what about the siblings of Elaini's mother who claimed that she's not a Muslim anymore? And diorang call banyak kali lagi and JAIS was helpless and they just ignore the phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mummy told me this, memang sedih lah, bulu roma sume naik .. Normally I listen to this in news but when I am facing this in front of my eyes, tak terkate weyh. As a Muslim, I'm very saddend by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Elaini will retun to KLIA from NZ and straight to Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2711928687402367424?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2711928687402367424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2711928687402367424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2711928687402367424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2711928687402367424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/05/reader-discretion-is-advised-it-may.html' title='Reader Discretion is Advised. It Contains Issues of Religion'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SggLi6umv_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/jzvTF9CCCSI/s72-c/DSC00029-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8472862756362390601</id><published>2009-05-10T17:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:54:12.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SgaiY_JKehI/AAAAAAAAAs0/v5iZPJucYCI/s1600-h/DSC00211-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SgaiY_JKehI/AAAAAAAAAs0/v5iZPJucYCI/s400/DSC00211-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334129358817360402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my dearest mum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day,&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how much I can express here,&lt;br /&gt;but one thing for sure you will always be in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Sorry mummy I stepped on your laptop last time and it cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;your son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Picture insight: We bought a coaster holder for mum, thought it would be much used for her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8472862756362390601?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8472862756362390601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8472862756362390601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8472862756362390601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8472862756362390601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-loves-me.html' title='P.S. I love You'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SgaiY_JKehI/AAAAAAAAAs0/v5iZPJucYCI/s72-c/DSC00211-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-7287047780852857384</id><published>2009-05-01T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:04:30.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Realisation</title><content type='html'>I feel quite ashamed of what I'm writing, nothing concern anything about Islam. Well, maybe a little. I wish I could write something to remind myself, my friends and the community at large about how we go about with our life, a reminder to us not to forget the Almighty and pray 5 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know my uncle has a blog too, yes my very own uncle, &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://inijalanku.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ustaz Abdul Halim Abdullah&lt;/a&gt;. I'm really very proud of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-7287047780852857384?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/7287047780852857384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=7287047780852857384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7287047780852857384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7287047780852857384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/05/sudden-realisation.html' title='Sudden Realisation'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2509063714034842596</id><published>2009-04-21T17:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:54:12.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk to remember</title><content type='html'>Faiz, please my trials start tomorrow and to make things worse I can't even concentrate on my studies. I had this feeling just now, and this heart beats fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe if you read my previous post, you'll know what I'm talking about. &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)" href="http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/11/disturbia.html"&gt;Disturbia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I was at college, and the day before my cousin called me. He's in form 5 now studying at smkdu. He said he's going to my college today to have a visit to look at the environment here with his classmates. It's a school trip anyway to my college. I thought hey sure why not to meet him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today during lunch break I met him at the cafe. I was looking for him and later near San Francisco Coffee I bumped into some of his friends. They all know me because we have met last time at Faiz's open house during raya. They were taken aback to see me there. I said hye to them and asked them where's my cousin. Somewhere near there, I was assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking towards the bookstore and to my surprise she was there. I casually smiled at her and she smiled back at me and was surprised also to see me here. Then I bumped into another friend of him, Amir he's 200cm tall and finally Faiz just a few metres from where I was standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a chat somewhere there. Long time no see kinda talk. Lets get straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;Okey, again I'm in this awkward situation. I wanted to talk with her and at the same time I didn't want. But I don't want to loose this opportunity. Really awkward weyh. I couldn't imagine. Okey, anyway she looks like Sharifah Amani. Get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I looked back at the place she was sitting, she has gone! "Faiz dia kat ne?" I was looking around and finally I saw her sitting at the photostate shop. At that time it was 12.30 something and within minutes they had to go back. I was like malu sangat weyh. He and Amir were sitting beside me. I was really reluctant to go and planned to ask my cousin to say hye to her from me inside the school bus later. They were pushing me to go there. Really pushing me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I saw her just baru berdiri and tengah pakai bag. Alamak! I was like fark. It's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I gained my courage to walk towards her, it was a momentum. Every step I took, this heart beat even faster.&lt;br /&gt;and finally I was walking beside her and we were chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she wore baju kurung sekolah. sangat sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2509063714034842596?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2509063714034842596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2509063714034842596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2509063714034842596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2509063714034842596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-heart-beats-fast.html' title='A walk to remember'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5143098471619073140</id><published>2009-04-18T14:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:27:14.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight I'm going to make a wish facing the stars,the moon &amp; the deep blue sky,the land,the water,heaven and earth with a glimpse of shooting star</title><content type='html'>This will be my last post ... as a teenager. sorry readers for the lack of updates or maybe lack of ideas. i just can't help it that i have to face the reality that i'm going to be 20 in few hours' time. erk. 20? no, i don't look like one? yeah great. 20 years have passed just like that and i feel like i was born yesterday. erk tipulah tu. but what the hell i've been doing for all these years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut my younger sister's finger when she was 2 at that time i was 4. i've been in accident when i was 6, got hit by a motorcycle when i wanted to cross the road, mata lebam wow. i accidentally kicked an old man walking down the street in london when i was 6 also and he fell down. i did not apologise. i hantuk my head on the the front windshield of dad's car because i was mad i didn't get my ice cream when i was 2 and the windshield cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my friends pulak, "rashaad bila nak ada gf?", "rashaad, i wonder who's that lucky girl?", "rashaad, tak sabar seyh nak tgk gf kau", rashaad this, rashaad that. ye la ye la nanti i'll find one and place it in facebook and tag everyone. happy? my mum pulak, "rashaad you better dont have any gfs until you finished studies." i was like erk. erk. when the right time comes mum ... erk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll change for the better this year. i don't want to dependent too much on my parents. i'm determined to finish my acca in one shot and i want to graduate by june 2010 insyaallah. with this qualification i want to work abroad and left alone this home. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about friends? yeah they are awesome cool. but one thing i like about my smokers friends, they are undeniably supportive and give good advice to me not to smoke. i was like "hey you think i should smoke? nampak cool sikit and senang buat kawan" and their replies are "jangan weyh buang duit je" i was like haha. ye lah satu hari satu kotak mana tak nye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i'm going to make a wish facing the stars, the moon and the deep blue sky, the land, the water, heaven and earth with a glimpse of shooting star upon the hill facing city of anggerik ... i wish that i ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5143098471619073140?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5143098471619073140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5143098471619073140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5143098471619073140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5143098471619073140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/04/tonight-i-going-to-make-wish-facing.html' title='Tonight I&amp;#39;m going to make a wish facing the stars,the moon &amp;amp; the deep blue sky,the land,the water,heaven and earth with a glimpse of shooting star'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5748702371857166192</id><published>2009-04-10T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:34:18.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talentime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sd845PHJKKI/AAAAAAAAArs/3io8O-ZWakk/s1600-h/n1454972708_261847_703091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sd845PHJKKI/AAAAAAAAArs/3io8O-ZWakk/s400/n1454972708_261847_703091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323035840535406754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my personality test from this site &lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some is true, while the others ... *caughs* haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your views on education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5748702371857166192?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5748702371857166192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5748702371857166192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5748702371857166192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5748702371857166192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/04/personality.html' title='Talentime'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sd845PHJKKI/AAAAAAAAArs/3io8O-ZWakk/s72-c/n1454972708_261847_703091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-740136440403365319</id><published>2009-04-09T01:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:40:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macheda!</title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to renew my passport, driving licence and IC.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my shortest blog ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail Macheda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-740136440403365319?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/740136440403365319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=740136440403365319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/740136440403365319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/740136440403365319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/04/macheda.html' title='Macheda!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-694747019178467089</id><published>2009-04-02T17:35:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:37:55.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me thru the phone</title><content type='html'>Feels young again, phewit! Finally I managed to retrieve class 3 Cemerlang SSAAS's pictures from my Nikon SLR. Been using that for more than 15 years. The quality of picture is okey. The only shop that I know that still provide 'cuci film' is at Section 3. Anyway, it was taken 5 years ago for our class page section in SALAM and 'Under the Tree' is the best one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happen to these friends? They are scattered all around the world. Here, India, Egypt, Australia, England, France and USA. I lost track but the possibility of reunion is remote. I mean for the time being. Well anyway we still keep in touch though. Majority of them have Facebook so add them yah and kiss them through the phone. :P&lt;br /&gt;(Soulja Boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey, the confession part, rindu giler syal! Till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSJId9KZOI/AAAAAAAAArc/6Nm2S94N0Dc/s1600-h/scan0003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSJId9KZOI/AAAAAAAAArc/6Nm2S94N0Dc/s400/scan0003-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320027838404519138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Be cool. Stay out from school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSJAYY7aQI/AAAAAAAAArU/cgHzrY95S-4/s1600-h/scan0004-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSJAYY7aQI/AAAAAAAAArU/cgHzrY95S-4/s400/scan0004-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320027699471411458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSI1hSmKqI/AAAAAAAAArM/PR4NhhhZ-I4/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSI1hSmKqI/AAAAAAAAArM/PR4NhhhZ-I4/s400/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320027512882211490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSIs1xefoI/AAAAAAAAArE/nqIfKJwyz4c/s1600-h/scan0005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSIs1xefoI/AAAAAAAAArE/nqIfKJwyz4c/s400/scan0005-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320027363761618562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Art class. Artistic seyh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSIeRqn1oI/AAAAAAAAAq8/3Bd01XsGcVo/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSIeRqn1oI/AAAAAAAAAq8/3Bd01XsGcVo/s400/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320027113551025794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSIWgiJSjI/AAAAAAAAAq0/7CZEuqDl0a4/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSIWgiJSjI/AAAAAAAAAq0/7CZEuqDl0a4/s400/scan0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320026980103047730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSIJcafNHI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-_RFF-DONKQ/s1600-h/scan0007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSIJcafNHI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-_RFF-DONKQ/s400/scan0007-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320026755658888306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kembar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSH_qUU-kI/AAAAAAAAAqk/YEGdbUnsob8/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSH_qUU-kI/AAAAAAAAAqk/YEGdbUnsob8/s400/scan0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320026587592456770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSHySYpJkI/AAAAAAAAAqc/IVrrZyDMnBw/s1600-h/scan0008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSHySYpJkI/AAAAAAAAAqc/IVrrZyDMnBw/s400/scan0008-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320026357829805634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSHas-xz6I/AAAAAAAAAqU/QqGQN1viFZs/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSHas-xz6I/AAAAAAAAAqU/QqGQN1viFZs/s400/scan0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320025952652218274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, Mahfuz is going to France on the 13th of April. Doa selamat will be held on the 11th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-694747019178467089?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/694747019178467089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=694747019178467089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/694747019178467089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/694747019178467089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiss-me-through-phone.html' title='Kiss me thru the phone'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SdSJId9KZOI/AAAAAAAAArc/6Nm2S94N0Dc/s72-c/scan0003-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-7759361086244923724</id><published>2009-03-28T09:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:38:10.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>How was acca night? frankly speaking last year's was much better. the only thing i remembered was "I say Hip. You say Hop. Hip? Hop! Hip? Hop!" and 'I say AC. You say CA yaw. AC? CA! AC? CA!" haha. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sc18fz-6w3I/AAAAAAAAApE/OqJk0HvxYto/s1600-h/DSC09510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sc18fz-6w3I/AAAAAAAAApE/OqJk0HvxYto/s400/DSC09510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318043620966318962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and alex&lt;br /&gt;DJ Vic at the back yaw wassup dog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up as Rasta. I swear I won't drink and shisha again. dah lah perut kosong, and with shisha and watermelon juice, i felt dizzy and luckily i was not driving (thanks bryan). Guess what? I muntah weyh kat rumah. hahaha geez! What a day ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sc18a6fgz8I/AAAAAAAAAo8/vDZ-5ai5jPo/s1600-h/2593_144844380050_884545050_6308596_1918365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sc18a6fgz8I/AAAAAAAAAo8/vDZ-5ai5jPo/s400/2593_144844380050_884545050_6308596_1918365_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318043536814297026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;emo andre &amp;amp; yin yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sc18XO5fEaI/AAAAAAAAAo0/zeEVn-HBPkI/s1600-h/2593_145283720050_884545050_6316526_2432675_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sc18XO5fEaI/AAAAAAAAAo0/zeEVn-HBPkI/s400/2593_145283720050_884545050_6316526_2432675_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318043473572467106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sc17j2Na0aI/AAAAAAAAAos/cNKcGha-Dms/s1600-h/2593_144844365050_884545050_6308594_241133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sc17j2Na0aI/AAAAAAAAAos/cNKcGha-Dms/s400/2593_144844365050_884545050_6308594_241133_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318042590771859874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-7759361086244923724?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/7759361086244923724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=7759361086244923724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7759361086244923724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7759361086244923724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-night-i-couldnt-even-get-aswer.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sc18fz-6w3I/AAAAAAAAApE/OqJk0HvxYto/s72-c/DSC09510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-343239410818413727</id><published>2009-03-21T00:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:38:07.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your Idol?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/ScPTNZeQplI/AAAAAAAAAok/ytKiE_S3ncA/s1600-h/kris_allen_dl_300x140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/ScPTNZeQplI/AAAAAAAAAok/ytKiE_S3ncA/s320/kris_allen_dl_300x140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315324212356884050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just about politics, it's about freedom of speech. It's about the freedom of expressing your raw opinion. It's plain as you can see to explain your inner feelings without having any second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop. Rewind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'm too lazy to blog. Not that I don't like too but I really can't see what's the benefit of doing it. I feel like writing in malay where I can say whatever I want. Freedom of speech. I have this negative thought of people reading it will have a bad perception of what I'm writing, not really bad lah but where's the privacy anyway where strangers read your blog? And they start gossiping about you and tell their friends to read your blog and this friend of stranger's left the computer and out of the blue came the father who reads your blog and he just realised that this blogger is actually his friend's son at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know the blog updates where you can see your friend's latest posts? This is another problem. People start clicking it on it especially if the title is something cheesy catchy like "My dad has a new girlfriend" which is actually a GPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh talking about American Idol, this season is getting hotter with a lot of surprises as the phenomenon continues. With a new judge, Kara DioGuardi who wouldn't love her?! The judges have their say after every performance, but it's the viewing public that determines who will advance to the next round of competition and who will go home. As for me I'll vote for Kris Allen and Megan Joy. The worst contestant so far is Adam Lambert. He's utterly annoying and very corny especially for his last performance. He's better off sooner or later biatch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-343239410818413727?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/343239410818413727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=343239410818413727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/343239410818413727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/343239410818413727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/03/who.html' title='Who&apos;s your Idol?'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/ScPTNZeQplI/AAAAAAAAAok/ytKiE_S3ncA/s72-c/kris_allen_dl_300x140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-7030712084980435456</id><published>2009-03-15T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:39:32.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are cordially invited to my wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sb0IFtdWGaI/AAAAAAAAAoY/fTTvw2nO4_Y/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sb0IFtdWGaI/AAAAAAAAAoY/fTTvw2nO4_Y/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313412029562100130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you going to be when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put an X in every box that applies to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add up all the x`s and title subject with the sum as "My marriage age is__"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] You keep track of dates using a calendar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own more than one credit card&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You know how to change the oil in a car&lt;br /&gt;[] You do your own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You vote every election&lt;br /&gt;[] You can cook for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You think politics are exciting&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You balance your own checkbook&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents have better things to say than your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You show up for school/college/work every day early.&lt;br /&gt;[] You always carry a pen in your pocket/purse&lt;br /&gt;[] You've never gotten a detention&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You have never smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never gotten completely trashed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday at least once&lt;br /&gt;[X] You like to take walks by yourself&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've watched talk shows.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You know what 'credibility' means without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You drink coffee[caffiine] at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You know how to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You can count to 10 in another language.&lt;br /&gt;[X] When you say you're going to do something you do it&lt;br /&gt;[X] My parents trust me&lt;br /&gt;[X] You can mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can make adults laugh without being stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You remember to water the plants&lt;br /&gt;[X] You study when you have to&lt;br /&gt;[X ] You pay attention at school/college&lt;br /&gt;[X ] You remember to feed your pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You can spell 'experience' without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[] You work out on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You clean up your own mess&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The people at StarbucksBakerzin know you by name&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your favorite kind of food is take out&lt;br /&gt;[X ] You have gained weight since middle/high school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing you do when you wake up is get caffeine&lt;br /&gt;[X ] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said&lt;br /&gt;[ x] You can type quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have more bills than you can pay&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Most of all your friends are older than you are&lt;br /&gt;[] You can say no to staying out all night&lt;br /&gt;[X ] You use the internet every day&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your wardrobe hasn't changed in a while&lt;br /&gt;[X] You can read a book and actually finish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total :24&lt;br /&gt;My marriage age is 24!&lt;br /&gt;With who?: kristine hermosa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-7030712084980435456?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/7030712084980435456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=7030712084980435456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7030712084980435456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7030712084980435456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-cordially-invited-to-my-wedding.html' title='You are cordially invited to my wedding'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/Sb0IFtdWGaI/AAAAAAAAAoY/fTTvw2nO4_Y/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5692353716638177907</id><published>2009-03-09T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:39:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under my umbrella ella ella eh eh eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VeQqGFc3Uw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VeQqGFc3Uw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dedicate this song to those who believe in second chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5692353716638177907?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5692353716638177907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5692353716638177907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5692353716638177907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5692353716638177907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/03/under-my-umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh.html' title='Under my umbrella ella ella eh eh eh'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4041197407624852558</id><published>2009-02-26T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:31:10.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SaVuIS4yxVI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yGXtAsmvq1U/s1600-h/_45255166_slumdog_226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SaVuIS4yxVI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yGXtAsmvq1U/s400/_45255166_slumdog_226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306768824714052946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey peeps this is the coolest movie ever! it won 8 academy awards yaw including best picture and original song. for those who havent watched it, i urged you guys to grab the tickets. simply the best. u won't regret for sure. better than kuch kuch hota hai. :P the worst part of it, me, imran, alex and manesh had to dongak kepala since we got the most front row from the screen! full house doh. gonna watch it again soon. yeah baby yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eT0Q-B_FUHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eT0Q-B_FUHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah gonna practice the moves :P though i find it really cheesy funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4041197407624852558?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4041197407624852558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4041197407624852558' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4041197407624852558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4041197407624852558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/02/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SaVuIS4yxVI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yGXtAsmvq1U/s72-c/_45255166_slumdog_226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-795370620904975641</id><published>2009-02-16T19:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:30:23.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle Has Just Begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/436612027_5c52ed4988.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/436612027_5c52ed4988.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviewallpapers.net/images/wallpapers/2006/300/300-5-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syukur Alhamdulillah, I barely able to let my breath down when I got another good news, I passed all my 3 papers of ACCA. Phew just relieved to tell you, after the bugging waiting of slowing internet connection in library, hella almost 300000 students onlined at the same time worldwide, same web page, what do you expect? Well, at least ACCA website beats you Malaysiakini this time around from the exploited Perak crisis lived through the coverage. From the eager sensation of waiting to the dissapointment of not being able to get through the web, we frowned, we nagging and we start refreshing the page, again and again in the hope of light that what we'll see is what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who didn't get good results don't be dissapointed because that's not the end of it and for those who got good results, congratulations but don't be too comfortable as the saying goes, the good things won't last forever. I know some might be devastated with their results but cheer up! Buckle up, keep working hard and don't give up easily. Tomorrow is a brand new day. Failure or success we still move on. After all the battle has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loser is one who wins at the beginning, loses in the end but never gets up. A winner is one who falls numerous times,but gets up each time he falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-795370620904975641?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/795370620904975641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=795370620904975641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/795370620904975641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/795370620904975641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle-has-just-begun.html' title='The Battle Has Just Begun'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2567591594958328891</id><published>2009-02-11T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:48:02.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The shortest story ever told</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SZKqJNyvPwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RPJnOKwguC4/s1600-h/DSC08306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301486786666512130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SZKqJNyvPwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RPJnOKwguC4/s400/DSC08306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i've decided when i grow up i want to have a house that looks something like this, like hensel and gretel's. and i will plant a whomping willow tree, christmas tree and fake snow so that my children can play all day long and we live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2567591594958328891?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2567591594958328891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2567591594958328891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2567591594958328891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2567591594958328891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/02/shortest-story-ever-told.html' title='The shortest story ever told'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SZKqJNyvPwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/RPJnOKwguC4/s72-c/DSC08306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8375032841574415477</id><published>2009-02-08T01:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:33:45.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iamawesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SY3AamOE8NI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Y1AViYK4icg/s1600-h/DSC08894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300103899653664978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SY3AamOE8NI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Y1AViYK4icg/s400/DSC08894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8375032841574415477?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8375032841574415477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8375032841574415477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8375032841574415477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8375032841574415477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-gonna-miss-us.html' title='iamawesome'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SY3AamOE8NI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Y1AViYK4icg/s72-c/DSC08894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4181478965111874593</id><published>2009-01-27T23:05:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:55:51.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy!</title><content type='html'>Dad just celebrated his 53rd birthday. Joyeux Anniversaire dad! So we decided to celebrate at Hotel Concorde just now. It was quick. Mummy booked a place there and for all we knew the next thing was to get ready. We bought a photo frame of a school bus where there are pictures of us now &amp;amp; then, when we were younger. It was really awesome weyh! Sorry Aisha, too bad Imaan didn't want to take any pictures at all. Mengade-ngade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the present was supposed to be mum's as well because qada' ganti her birthday last december and I had to find all the pictures by myself, digged the old photo albums and passport photos. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8kf6knr9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/9o41nJIyBiw/s1600-h/DSC08730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295991817528389586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8kf6knr9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/9o41nJIyBiw/s400/DSC08730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food was quite nice but mamak still the best do. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8kGDeBRlI/AAAAAAAAAmM/fdgVWUePRmo/s1600-h/DSC08739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295991373240026706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8kGDeBRlI/AAAAAAAAAmM/fdgVWUePRmo/s400/DSC08739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;budak gemokkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8j5ikINbI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ZydX6PwHOdk/s1600-h/DSC08741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295991158248846770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8j5ikINbI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ZydX6PwHOdk/s400/DSC08741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there's a guest group performed from Indonesia. You can see it at behind. I forgot the name of it. They sang a birthday song for dad. I requested for Manbai Kau Ilhamku. *cries* ;p, Azraa requested for Kenangan Terindah from Samsons. Gler jiwang. Mummy was like "What???". hahaha. Well she knows Mamma Mia though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8jvM-DrkI/AAAAAAAAAl8/zPR5LEE9DQc/s1600-h/DSC08747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295990980653329986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8jvM-DrkI/AAAAAAAAAl8/zPR5LEE9DQc/s400/DSC08747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Performing birthday song .. yeyyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f1a5525eeca23866" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1a5525eeca23866%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330057536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EFC136C2D001B609E1A0D4DECFA5BCE4BC378BB.1A1138E7792557B4E9B6F3C44BE98C8BDBF9C5C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1a5525eeca23866%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D02klBxqNXtFaJQymkA3pddZ0V0g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1a5525eeca23866%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330057536%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EFC136C2D001B609E1A0D4DECFA5BCE4BC378BB.1A1138E7792557B4E9B6F3C44BE98C8BDBF9C5C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1a5525eeca23866%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D02klBxqNXtFaJQymkA3pddZ0V0g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8jme0O2WI/AAAAAAAAAl0/hro1dQpJA-I/s1600-h/DSC08750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295990830825134434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8jme0O2WI/AAAAAAAAAl0/hro1dQpJA-I/s400/DSC08750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, we didn't have any birthday cakes. Later we celebrate at home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8jdlR3yWI/AAAAAAAAAls/7MYy0SMlBtA/s1600-h/DSC08752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295990677941242210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8jdlR3yWI/AAAAAAAAAls/7MYy0SMlBtA/s400/DSC08752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8jR3NLQ7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/j7ePUCDiDHI/s1600-h/DSC08756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295990476594955186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8jR3NLQ7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/j7ePUCDiDHI/s400/DSC08756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4181478965111874593?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f1a5525eeca23866&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4181478965111874593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4181478965111874593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4181478965111874593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4181478965111874593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SX8kf6knr9I/AAAAAAAAAmU/9o41nJIyBiw/s72-c/DSC08730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5776516439399472955</id><published>2009-01-12T19:17:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:15:00.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U ingat i buat lawak ke! u ingat i ni ape!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SWs6Jt8nmFI/AAAAAAAAAjk/5kMdDyIIvGY/s1600-h/hfh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290386125903861842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SWs6Jt8nmFI/AAAAAAAAAjk/5kMdDyIIvGY/s400/hfh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya ada cerita menarik. Cerita ini berlaku pada hari Jumaat yang lalu. Entahlah tak tahu apa pasal. Mungkin hari itu lebih istimewa daripada hari-hari yang lain. Mungkin ada orang hendak bagi surprise pada saya. Tapi hari itu bukan birthday saya. Kring kring! kring kring! Bunyi handphone saya berdering. Eh bukan kring kring, sekarang zaman maju, bunyi true tones I'm Yours by Jason Mraz kedengaran. Mungkin peminat setiaku. Orang tidak pakai lagi handphone cikai Nokia 3310 atau yang setaraf dengannya. Oh mungkin juga tidak sebab nenek saya pakai handphone itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mengambil handphone saya dengan penuh debaran bagaikan menanti pengumuman hari raya di kaca tv. Jam menunjukkan 6.30 pagi. "Siapakah peminatku?" bisik hatiku. Saya tidak memakai cermin mata pagi itu. Entah kemana saya letak. Mungkin tertinggal di tandas barangkali. Bau tandas bibik saya basuh semalam terasa harum apabila memikirkanya. Dia gune Febris mungkin. Saya nampak nama pemanggil bermula dengan N .. mata saya terkedip-kedip untuk memfokus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah N? Nelly Furtado ke? Tidak mungkin sebab dia sudah kahwin. Naomi Clark daripada 90210 ke? Tidak mungkin juga sebab dia tidak se hot Annie Wilson. Nate Archibald daripada Gossip Girls ke? Oh tidak tidak. Atau Nobita &amp;amp; Doremon? Tak mungkin juga. Saya cuba memfokus dengan sepenuh tenaga macam Harry Potter mengeluarkan magic untuk membunuh dementor-dementor yang ganas yang hodoh dan bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, rupa-rupanya Nadiah kawan sekelas saya! Hati saya mula berkecai bagaikan ibu kucing kehilangan anak-anaknya, bagaikan Romeo kehilangan Juliet, bagaikan Abby Abadi berpisah dengan Norman Hakim, bagaikan milo tak bersusu. Cis kurang asam boi, ganggu saya tidur sahaja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya menekan telefon bimbit saya dengan sopan santun. Key pad rosak pulak. Tertera satu message baru: Clas F9 2day cncel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya macam tidak percaya. Bagaikan delimma. Terasa macam angin penghawa dingin padam, terasa masa terhenti buat seketika. Mungkin itu kuasa Hiro Nakamura. Saya mencari-cari Hiro dalam kegelapan. Hiro! Hiro! Adekah itu hero saya membawa khabar berita baik atau saya hanya mengalami fantasi? Swoshhhhhhh. Saya balik ke alam realiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak kan Nadiah buat lawak kot. Rasa hendak bertanya kepada Nadiah sahaja tapi takut dia reply, "u ingat i buat lawak ke! u ingat i ni ape!". Ini Nadiah lah Rashaad bukan Aiman Hakim. Dia tidak akan membuat lawak pagi-pagi buta. Tanpa membuang masa saya terus reply: Thanks. Who told you eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak beberapa lama kemudian Nadiah replied: Debie. patrick calld her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya macam tak percaya. Saya ingatkan Nadiah yang saya kawan selama ini bukan Nadiah yang saya kenal. Tapi saya silap. Nadiahlah yang telah mengejutkan saya dan memberitahu saya kelas hari ini batal. Terima kasih Nadiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bagaimana pula dengan cikgunya? Saya menggaru-garu kepala. Runsing. Kelas batal tapi cikgu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keesokannya baharu saya tahu, cikgu saya kena denggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt on full Malay post. Peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5776516439399472955?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5776516439399472955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5776516439399472955' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5776516439399472955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5776516439399472955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/01/u-ingat-i-buat-lawak-ke-u-ingat-i-ni.html' title='U ingat i buat lawak ke! u ingat i ni ape!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SWs6Jt8nmFI/AAAAAAAAAjk/5kMdDyIIvGY/s72-c/hfh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5616684474117540571</id><published>2009-01-02T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:04:44.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SV4PPidFPhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/mZIFyBF78pk/s1600-h/DSC08284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286679772200779282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SV4PPidFPhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/mZIFyBF78pk/s400/DSC08284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess people change physically and mentally. i came across this one section of magazine about one week ago about how to keep in touch with your best friends. i read along the way with enthusiasm feeling. the more i read it the more it makes sense. well friendship, love, honesty, the circle of your life. well i admit as we grow older, we move on ahead, our roads are diverged in different paths until at one point we just realised how far we have gone through and then we saw one of the old photographs when we were younger, all the memories came back rushing in our mind like it was yesterday and pondered upon it's truth that a thought occured to us that time flies really fast. gosh, it's 2009 already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just how lucky we are especially those who were born in 1989, the year of snake. as daring we are, as fierce as we can be they say. it's a miraculous thing that at our age, we have almost everthing we need and accessible. be it internet, ipod, digital camera, fantastic networking, contact lenses, wireless handphone, wifi, webcam, playstation, laser treatment, plastic surgery, what about those people who were born before us like those from the 50's and 60's? how did they survive without the help of technologies in their teenage years? talking about technology, how lucky my aunties and uncles are to have the chance of playing facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one word to describe 2008 is interesting. mr ben told me interesting has 2 broad meanings. it can be bad and it can be good the other way. lets give an example. i went a date the other day with my gf, she brought me to her house to meet her parents and we ate dinner together. she asked me, "what do you think of my parents?". i wanted to tell her their cookings were terrible, that i was not fond of her parents because i couldn't see how the relationship will work out while staying in the house with them. madness i thought. i didn't want to hurt her feelings either so i gave an indirect answer, "interesting". okey as i've mentioned this is an example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2008 has been an interesting year indeed. definitely much better than 2007. so many things to write here if i list everything it will end up being a checklist. more ups than downs. more colourful than monotonous. in general, it is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i foresee that 2009 will be a challenging year ahead for me because firstly it is most likely that dad will have to work in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia in february. so to speak i'll be the head of the family while dad's gone working. that means i'll be in charge in the house, manage my time wisefully, spending more time with the family, driving my siblings to school, music classes etc. secondly, most likely we won't have a maid so the burden of the house chores will be placed on us. the current maid's contract will expire on february. mum doesn't want to have a headache to hire a new maid, being already dissapointed with the performance of the current one. thirdly, since my brother got straight As in his pmr (congratulations yaw!) and he opted for mrsm, well lets say he got into one (i hope so), i'll definitely have to accompany mum to drive to &amp;amp; from (i hope not so). so that will be another task.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since some of my friends start leaving abroad as early as february and as late as october this year, i'll definitely be missing ya all! well, that will be another task sending them to airports. :P rifqi, mat, qaisy, ainul to Australia. mahfuz to France. aiman, adlan, aizat to UK. aiman, sofiya, asif, zikri, azlikha to US. meor to Japan. hanif to Germany ... to name a few and others of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy new year to you all, with much love &amp;amp; respect &amp;amp; selamat menyambut maal hijrah 1430&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/5940273674544971189-5616684474117540571?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5616684474117540571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5616684474117540571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5616684474117540571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5616684474117540571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-hope.html' title='A New Hope'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SV4PPidFPhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/mZIFyBF78pk/s72-c/DSC08284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-1348081822951988084</id><published>2008-12-26T09:27:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:20:12.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Tales of Beedle the Bard</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the events that I attended for the past 2 weeks of holidays. More pictures will be uploaded soon at MySpace, Friendster, Facebook and Flickr. Firstlty is Rock the World Concert. Frankly speaking I'm not a big fan of live gigs not until aizat and arab introduced me to &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; world. Bittersweet, Estrange, Esterella, Butterfingers and One Buck Short to name a few. Who says Malaysian bands are not up to a good standard? Wait until you listen to Stay from Esterella, a slow &amp;amp; contemporary tune and Kucing Hitam from Bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergi situ dengan Aizat Tibi, Hanif, Adzraf Arab &amp;amp; Market and coincidentally I bumped into Kimi and bumped into college friends Azral wearing black hat haha and Noma, complaining how terrible the crowd was. I kinda agree with him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ7lgNN8-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/R5qkSccw-lg/s1600-h/l_891367a6148048c59b0646c9c2f44e1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283913778299007970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ7lgNN8-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/R5qkSccw-lg/s400/l_891367a6148048c59b0646c9c2f44e1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ7K9M02wI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Ilg4mXv5sx4/s1600-h/l_e3d793e3587a40e8b5fb86812c193a70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283913322225523458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ7K9M02wI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Ilg4mXv5sx4/s400/l_e3d793e3587a40e8b5fb86812c193a70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ7BnklvmI/AAAAAAAAAi0/uizJ49QnfR8/s1600-h/l_5755de50bc2e4b4ab99b5959198b7827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283913161800793698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ7BnklvmI/AAAAAAAAAi0/uizJ49QnfR8/s400/l_5755de50bc2e4b4ab99b5959198b7827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ6utQwZoI/AAAAAAAAAis/RGvl29cMQyo/s1600-h/l_757526fa7da34b65872ce8c8bc2e60ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283912836910704258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ6utQwZoI/AAAAAAAAAis/RGvl29cMQyo/s400/l_757526fa7da34b65872ce8c8bc2e60ea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hey i'm still a virgin cuz i don't smoke! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ6kFGVNGI/AAAAAAAAAik/jPkzEJjKZes/s1600-h/l_21adfb9112404b1aaec1f4726f92627b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283912654330868834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ6kFGVNGI/AAAAAAAAAik/jPkzEJjKZes/s400/l_21adfb9112404b1aaec1f4726f92627b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lets practice yoga . lol neutralising the scene with our aura. can u feel the heat, the warmness &amp;amp; friendliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ6Xb8_c1I/AAAAAAAAAic/acCEKxHy6ps/s1600-h/l_16e70047a31e4f2591d290f94c03083a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283912437127410514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ6Xb8_c1I/AAAAAAAAAic/acCEKxHy6ps/s400/l_16e70047a31e4f2591d290f94c03083a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wecho park yeyyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ6IuNSHXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/MH9kI85ocNY/s1600-h/l_f4dd3868ca83454b924edee22ba4c94a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283912184329543026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ6IuNSHXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/MH9kI85ocNY/s400/l_f4dd3868ca83454b924edee22ba4c94a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wow, a shooting star! click the picture &amp;amp; zoom it. there's stars too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the very first time in my life, i saw 2 pengkids. hot jugak lah :P hahaha very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day went for a shisha with good friends Nazirah, Aiman, Megat and Chris at the Castle, Ampang. and last week went to M.O.S wednesday night, R&amp;amp;B Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ5SzOmahI/AAAAAAAAAiM/oC_E9j3x8w0/s1600-h/DSC08230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283911257964309010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ5SzOmahI/AAAAAAAAAiM/oC_E9j3x8w0/s400/DSC08230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caughss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening went for a picnic at KLCC Park. You guys might be wondering why, why and why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baught kfc chicken, miya brought his own cooking made pasta and pudding. not bad not bad guess i'll have to learn from you. adilah with her cookies, doughnut and fruits. and there's wan shin, irene, anuar and lyanna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ48-vfTEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/zJEYqoEJNQY/s1600-h/23-12-08_1851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283910883097922626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ48-vfTEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/zJEYqoEJNQY/s400/23-12-08_1851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; betrayal, denial &amp;amp; poyo-nial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ4zx_FU_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Bksah54gt7A/s1600-h/DSC01216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283910725054845938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ4zx_FU_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/Bksah54gt7A/s400/DSC01216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; munchhkinsss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ4qHqFxnI/AAAAAAAAAh0/NilyTtmZOvA/s1600-h/DSC08224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283910559073683058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ4qHqFxnI/AAAAAAAAAh0/NilyTtmZOvA/s400/DSC08224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ngeh, superheroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ4jkzyBgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/-u8B_h4FCzY/s1600-h/DSC01214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283910446639875586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ4jkzyBgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/-u8B_h4FCzY/s400/DSC01214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; potong stim la budak belakang tu. u just spoiled the whole picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this picture has been ages .. megat, zhafran (took the picture), liyana, raja, shakina &amp;amp; fatina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ2KfdRaYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3YyBSoGk4pI/s1600-h/n672118266_1088093_9290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283907816683301250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ2KfdRaYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/3YyBSoGk4pI/s400/n672118266_1088093_9290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with aiman, liyana, khairin, azlikha &amp;amp; sofiya. i really suck in this game big time! it's like striking off a ball with a chopstick!!! bapaklah susah giler do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ1xnhvgHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UX47_92uo68/s1600-h/n669600282_1620094_7503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283907389352804466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ1xnhvgHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UX47_92uo68/s400/n669600282_1620094_7503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ1iPfNJYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/RdW2iFYY950/s1600-h/n669600282_1620092_6784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283907125201675650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ1iPfNJYI/AAAAAAAAAhU/RdW2iFYY950/s400/n669600282_1620092_6784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; suppp homiess???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ1K_6VAzI/AAAAAAAAAhM/FJJoNYqgWyw/s1600-h/1_960426533l-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283906725883478834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ1K_6VAzI/AAAAAAAAAhM/FJJoNYqgWyw/s400/1_960426533l-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; camewhoresss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still waiting for pictures from Shakina at kedai kopi, cepatlah kina! and aizat and adilah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;currently reading Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Deathly Hallows, the Tales of Beedle the Bard and looking forward for Dan Brown's Angels &amp;amp; Demons ( from the widely anticipated movie of the Da Vinci Code). it's coming out to cinemas soon biatchhh! yay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another great week of fun ... next week Port Dickson and Genting here we come!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-1348081822951988084?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/1348081822951988084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=1348081822951988084' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1348081822951988084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1348081822951988084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/12/tales-of-beedle-bard.html' title='the Tales of Beedle the Bard'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SVQ7lgNN8-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/R5qkSccw-lg/s72-c/l_891367a6148048c59b0646c9c2f44e1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-7382717788175202292</id><published>2008-12-23T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:14:55.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday when I grow up I'll understand</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I can be selfish, just to think about myself, just to get what I want, just to have the feeling to hold and grap anything within my reach so that I feel satisfied, secured and sometimes proud. Everybody has that feeling but to what extent? At the expense of your family and friends? I paused and I think again. Maybe to me is a kind of achievement after all the hard work &amp;amp; effort and consideration you have given in doing something but not to the detriment of others. What I'm saying is you can't be selfish all the time.  Well is good to be selfish occasionally but that occasionally can become a repetitive in nature, the more you do it, the more it will become part and parcel of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 4 years now since mum started her Ph.D way back in 2004. Over these times she has been very busy all day and night 24/7 to extent she has to sacrifice her time with her family completing her thesis, visiting various places to collect mouthful data, interviews and interviews and not enough with that, bombarded with a lot of assignments and deadlines. Anyway she's doing value engineering and value analysis. Somehow within her free time she managed to spend her time with us, accompanying me and the rest here and there, shopping, jogging at night, helped her to make fettucini carbonara and extremely delicious deserts to name a few. But what did I do in return? Complain? Nagging? Ask them to buy me this and that, send me here and there (though now I can drive). All she asked for is to understand her situation but sometimes I can be too ignorant and selfish, I only think about myself after all the natural love, affection and consideration she has given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, maybe I'm too emo now to write here and I hate being emo-ish when I'm writing and it's like a sort of remembrance to me to act good all the time. I don't like that. Time to grow up Rashaad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-7382717788175202292?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/7382717788175202292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=7382717788175202292' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7382717788175202292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7382717788175202292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/12/someday-when-i-grow-up-ill-understand.html' title='Someday when I grow up I&apos;ll understand'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4952247146451135487</id><published>2008-12-17T03:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:26:33.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna miss your presence la since you'll be away next semester. u r the burning spirit that keeps me staying alive. i dunno what i will end up without you. u're simply the best a friend could ask for. need i say more? well have fun there, hope you'll enjoy studies and with good philosophy and great charisma of yours, there's nothing can stop you from achieving your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best regards,&lt;br /&gt;rashaad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4952247146451135487?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4952247146451135487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4952247146451135487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4952247146451135487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4952247146451135487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-light-note.html' title='On a lighter note'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-702097714979078660</id><published>2008-12-17T01:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:25:17.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyeux Anniversaire Mummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SUfnPBhOnUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QTcAxFMTm9E/s1600-h/DSC08176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443333407055170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SUfnPBhOnUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QTcAxFMTm9E/s400/DSC08176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday mummy. I love you so much. You are the best mum ever! Well when I was a rugrat, you asked me to call u ibunda and daddy as ayahanda but I was too small to grasp such long words. In the end, it's what I called you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember last week, when I asked you, "Mummy kenape orang dulu2 pakai cermin mate besar-besar pastu rambut nak style bushy2 mcm hermione granger? dieorg tak nampak burok ke at that time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity is killing! What the hell I was asking about when I browsed to one of the old classic pictures in 1990's. At that time, big glasses and bushy hair was a trend for women and pakai baju masuk dalam jeans dgn pakai belt atas pinggang menayangkan shape punggung lagi was way not cool! For real, imagine if you see women wearing that these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mum told me, "It's a no problem mummy wearing that those days. Wait till your children ask you later when you grow up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-702097714979078660?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/702097714979078660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=702097714979078660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/702097714979078660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/702097714979078660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/12/joyeux-anniversaire-mummy.html' title='Joyeux Anniversaire Mummy!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SUfnPBhOnUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QTcAxFMTm9E/s72-c/DSC08176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4824854908924377429</id><published>2008-12-10T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:24:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath of Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/ST6h9Nmvi3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Gf-jN4hccc0/s1600-h/DSC08086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277833886321052530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/ST6h9Nmvi3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Gf-jN4hccc0/s400/DSC08086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bloody hell for the past 1 month was a rough &amp;amp; tough time for me. Er, that's a bad introduction. But the good news is now I'm totally free! 4 weeks of holidays beb! Now that's a short one ey?Who cares now exams are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are those days when I had sleepless night at foyer pushing beyond my limits, wake up early in the morning just to find free parking space near college even in weekends, eating out at burger ramli to find out I had diarrhea, get caught by pak guard to my miserable attitude for trespassing to Sunway Lagoon via the college Art Gallery, jumping and laughing like hell at the rooftop, foyer, library &amp;amp; everywhere, it was too good to be true I wish I had a time machine to go back to the past. For the first time in my life I hate to admit it but I think I miss college. I miss those moment that we cherished together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's finally over I can lay back on my comfy bed without having a guilty feeling of not studying. I can walk straight with confidence, look into the mirror with a satisfying heart, I did what I should have done and leave the rest to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is 10th of December. A fortnight from now will be Christmas Day and the next thing you know is New Year Eve and comes 2009. 4 months 19 days later is my birthday, going to be 20. 2 months from that I should have finished my ACCA Part 2 here and continue somewhere else. After that I dunno. I hate to plan but it's better planning than procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall stop here. Tomorrow I shall have a very good hot shower and hot milo. I'm definitely going to enjoy this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/ST63iQqkR2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0MM9oSZHFKo/s1600-h/DSC08087-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277857612541740898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/ST63iQqkR2I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0MM9oSZHFKo/s400/DSC08087-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4824854908924377429?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4824854908924377429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4824854908924377429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4824854908924377429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4824854908924377429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/12/breath-of-fresh-air.html' title='Breath of Fresh Air'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/ST6h9Nmvi3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/Gf-jN4hccc0/s72-c/DSC08086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-325270019641472489</id><published>2008-11-12T16:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:25:32.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SRqO77A5TwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/D6S9rfo0jrk/s1600-h/1_469340706l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267679874268090114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SRqO77A5TwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/D6S9rfo0jrk/s400/1_469340706l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daym missing u so much. wish i could be there. please upload more pictures, update your blog, download msn &amp;amp; skype, and start playing facebook! wanna ask daddy whether can do acca there or not. :P well haven't celebrated azraa's birthday yet. thought of buying a present for her. she asked for mng but daym i'm broke. well take care always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-325270019641472489?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/325270019641472489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=325270019641472489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/325270019641472489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/325270019641472489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-you.html' title='missing you'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SRqO77A5TwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/D6S9rfo0jrk/s72-c/1_469340706l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-7527766750965522763</id><published>2008-11-09T14:39:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:20:41.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SRacQmu99SI/AAAAAAAAAeA/NdcySyXFpVQ/s1600-h/hghg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266568623345759522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SRacQmu99SI/AAAAAAAAAeA/NdcySyXFpVQ/s400/hghg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised mostly what I have written here doesn't concern serious issues like &lt;a href="http://syukrishairi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Syukri Shairi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.riskandar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raja Iskandar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://adlanwafi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adlan Wafi&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://qaisyjaslenda.blogspot.com/"&gt; Qaisy Jaslenda&lt;/a&gt;'s. I'm more a laid back person, something that I like to write mostly crap and rubbish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to notice, mosts posts I will eventually delete it within 24 hours if it is concerned crappy stuff even it is the best interest in my heart that I like people to read it but I just rather keep it to myself. There's a lot of draft in here, published and re unpublished. You might wondering what the purpose of having a blog when eventually you deleted the posts eh? Well I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel like to move to America after watching &lt;a href="http://www.disturbia.com/"&gt;Disturbia&lt;/a&gt; in HBO last night. Frankly speaking, America is the least favourite country I'd like to go even I have been there before when I was younger. Sorry no offence for those who are studying there. I thought England is contrary to America but I was wrong. All western countries are the same! I am relieved when Obama was elected as the new President of America, the first being a Black. It's a revolution that the Americans are yearning for and they do need a change and finally they have it. Only the most serious issues that they are facing now is economic crisis; recession that happens every 10 years. Dad still owes me an explanation for recession, I'm too lazy to wikipedia and google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about America ... big country, friendly neighbourhood, spacious house and surroundings, delicious food and girlfriends. Oh talking about girls, it's difficult to get one here as your neighbour. Most of them like to stay at home. Too bad Malaysia is a hot country, you won't be expecting anyone near your neighbourhood (girls) to jump into the swimming pool in the middle of the day. You know what I mean if you watch Disturbia. Maybe I just keep my hope down in the rabbit hole for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my observation, Americans are very good in starting a conversation. In general, the white people. That's why they are friendly. Spontaneous it can be with new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey my name is Rashaad. It's nice to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;"Nice to meet you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about conversation, I met this one girl, 2 years younger than me at my cousin's place. She's cute. ( I hope she doesn't read cuz she has a blog too) I dunno why suddenly that day I feel really - really shy and I only managed to smile at her. I was lost in my words. At that time I took a cake and was walking towards the dining room. She was sitting with her friend, a guy ( well I thought he was her boyfriend actually he was not) at the sofa. I walked passed through her and to my surprise she invited me to seat at the sofa too. And so I replied, "It's okay, no thanks." I was bloody hell stupid, idiot, a sore loser, dumbass, fucker! I cursed myself for every word I said to her and it was the stupidest thing I have said in my whole entire life. She was trying to start a conversation and there I was, politely declined! There goes my hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the Disturbia movie has greatly contributed to what I'm writing here, hoping with my mighty heart, with binoculars in my hand, to start seeing people from different perspective and to know them better and never politely declined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm beginning to like America now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266561124458401010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SRaVcHM5jPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2kLjlor_MQ4/s400/929740045l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-7527766750965522763?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/7527766750965522763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=7527766750965522763' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7527766750965522763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7527766750965522763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/11/disturbia.html' title='Disturbia'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SRacQmu99SI/AAAAAAAAAeA/NdcySyXFpVQ/s72-c/hghg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8172724398372424281</id><published>2008-11-06T16:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:55:53.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SRK-9_QhKtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/sIHv2oB3Z-Q/s1600-h/l_13a45341bd387b2e41e4713c69a5a903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265480886511545042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SRK-9_QhKtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/sIHv2oB3Z-Q/s400/l_13a45341bd387b2e41e4713c69a5a903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a652.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/20/l_13a45341bd387b2e41e4713c69a5a903.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my special apperance in muallaf coming soon yaw! hahaha. the poster was made on june 13 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hidup ini memang palat, tapi esok masih ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau takde esok macam mane eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palat tu ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about bm, the first malay movie i watched in cinema is kl menjerit kot. i was forced to watch it as my friends wanted to watch it. i admit i am not a malay moviegoer. most of the time i only watch english movies. i think i have this mental block and perception towards malay film where i think i should totally remove it. not all malay films though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second malay movie i watched in cinema was Sepet. I love that movie. The third one was Gubra. The fourth one was Chermin featuring natasha hudson. the movie quite freaking me out padehal crite mcm biase je. and the fifth malay movie i watched in cinema was mukhsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go, roughly 5 malay movies at cinemas. how pathetic is that? where whole my life i spend time watching english movies but when it comes to malay movie kire gune jari pon boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey la maybe my mistake, i socialised with different circle of ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to watch Kami the other day but was lambasted by my own malay friend's statement. " .. Kami? giler lame!" .. others said, " eh .. i nak tgk movie tu mcm best je. jom la jom la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i didnt watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some malay movies i do enjoy watching it especially pontianak harum sundal malam 1 &amp;amp; 2, senario, jangan pandang belakang, but that was in astro ria not in cinemas. maybe the quality of malay films are not up to the certain standard of acception like english movies. talking about Cinta .. though i didnt watch it but the critics said it was the best local love story ever told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my fav malay movie of all is non other than Layar Lara featuring Azean Irdawaty, Man Bai and Ida Nerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the story is, when u r driving, always look infront jangan pandang belakang. :P&lt;br /&gt;oh well i mean, do support our local film directly and indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just watched the the latest james bond, quantum of solace. bapak tak best compared to the previous one. i still prefer casino royale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey gotta study now. final exams are just around the mamak corner (bak kate raje izzati). so in the mean time do enjoy your time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8172724398372424281?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8172724398372424281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8172724398372424281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8172724398372424281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8172724398372424281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/11/suicidal.html' title='Suicidal'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SRK-9_QhKtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/sIHv2oB3Z-Q/s72-c/l_13a45341bd387b2e41e4713c69a5a903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2245258160687093142</id><published>2008-11-02T14:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:12:15.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQ1OucMsMyI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zwkYSIogVws/s1600-h/dp-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263950099216347938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQ1OucMsMyI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zwkYSIogVws/s400/dp-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 month holiday I considered as too long for me, I wonder what I will be doing in the month of December. There are many plans to do, well that will presumably stored in my head instead of writing it down, making a check list will be a great idea but who wants to make it work when you can do instantaniously with a snap of your finger? Only if you have a good memory though. I keep scratching my head for the past few days trying to figure out where I put my books, the room is indeed in messy condition. One week holidays gone just like that. The idea of painting my room in navy blue left abandoned. Maybe I shall do it in December if only I can make an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about internship, I was browsing to &lt;a href="http://www.pwc.com/extweb/career.nsf/docid/f63bf23846679f35ca256c64002a4edd"&gt;PricewaterhouseCoopers&lt;/a&gt; Malaysia home page last night when I saw the next intake dates for internship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 November 2008 to 31 December 2008 / 30 April 2009&lt;br /&gt;1 December 2008 to 30 January 2009 (Internship placements have been filled)&lt;br /&gt;2 January 2009 to 30 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;9 February 2009 to 15 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I plan to do internship with an accounting firm preferably in auditing since I will taking F8 next semester together with F7 and F9. I just want to grasp the idea of auditing knowledge that I have learnt in CAT and apply it in the practical area. Well, real-world experience simply cannot be taught in the classroom or included in a textbook. Seeking to enhance my theoretical knowledge with practical experience is a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, just to accomodate my time during holidays though. I am still not sure about the plan to go to Egypt this coming holiday. Worst come worst I had rather go there alone rather than stuck here. It will be lousy after all without going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shoot! If you notice carefully I can't really join the internship so to speak in the near future as my class will start early January until middle of June next year unless I abandoned my studies for the whole semester and take part time classes during the weekends! Bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2245258160687093142?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2245258160687093142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2245258160687093142' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2245258160687093142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2245258160687093142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/11/internship-anyone.html' title='Internship Anyone?'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQ1OucMsMyI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zwkYSIogVws/s72-c/dp-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5465106396062695474</id><published>2008-11-01T22:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:05:16.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedi Oktober</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQx1taZSDII/AAAAAAAAAdU/ChXTaRm0QBg/s1600-h/1969-sideburns-men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263711487529192578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQx1taZSDII/AAAAAAAAAdU/ChXTaRm0QBg/s200/1969-sideburns-men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended my cousin's open house last week and was warmly greeted by his family. Many friends, relatives and peers of his family were there, all were smartly dressed. The foods were delicious, nasi briyani, daging kambing, chocolate fudge, ketupat etc and it was an eye opener for me and I was spoilt with too many choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went on, until evening there was a match between Manchester United vs Everton. All were glued on the plasma TV. I noticed an Indian guy wearing Batik was standing near the sofa. He was my father's friend. So I greeted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to him by my dad. Both were in their early 50's. Normally when a conversation takes place, I will be asked about my name and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you young man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This year I am 19."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you serious? You gotta be kidding! It looks 14 to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was hit by a ball straight in my face. Standing there suddenly I felt young again. 5 years younger. No lah, there's no such thing like that, I was puzzled though. Is it because I don't have sideburns or moustache like normal teenagers of my age do? Or my physical appearance, face or behaviour doesn't reflect of my age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have problem watching movies listed 18 SG, 18 SX, 18 PL etc at cinemas. Imagine the idea of taking my IC from my wallet and place it on the counter even though I'm already 18. malu giler weyh. It happened to me mostly last year. Now not anymore. :) Even my younger sister managed to pass through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more about clubs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about it is, well there's so many good reasons to write here. :P Well age is only a number though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I replied to the man wearing Batik, "I am definitely 19 you &lt;em&gt;moron&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5465106396062695474?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5465106396062695474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5465106396062695474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5465106396062695474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5465106396062695474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/11/tipu-kanan-tipu-kiri.html' title='Tragedi Oktober'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQx1taZSDII/AAAAAAAAAdU/ChXTaRm0QBg/s72-c/1969-sideburns-men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4201315231255869603</id><published>2008-10-31T11:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:35:04.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Slow &amp; Lovebug</title><content type='html'>Sorry friends for the lack of updates for the past 2 weeks due to my poor time management, lack of ideas and I'm not in the state of mood to express my skillful writing. haha. Actually I have passion in something else for the moment, not blogging but playing guitar! Blimey, I just got it repaired by Faiz's friend, Brian. We had to replace all the strings and wow finally I learned how to repair it by myself. The worst part of it, I haven't been practising for over a year, I admit I'm not consistent when I'm doing something unless I really have passion in it. So, basically I have to start all over again, the chords etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a few new songs too, hehe. This must sounds gay, but I'm practising Jonas Brother's Lovebug. I know now you people definitely gonna hate me, of all the songs! Okey only this particular song I like. Another song is Fall Out Boy's To Take Over, The Break's Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263155281273273986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp718oDvoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/N3MfssHdSlI/s400/DSC07693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hey the bunny looks real, you almost fall for it kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp7wsA5goI/AAAAAAAAAc4/YDL5Es43Ucc/s1600-h/DSC07666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263155190914712194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp7wsA5goI/AAAAAAAAAc4/YDL5Es43Ucc/s400/DSC07666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nazirah's open house at USJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp7eVWeacI/AAAAAAAAAcw/qKqc_XpmzB0/s1600-h/DSC07660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263154875593550274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp7eVWeacI/AAAAAAAAAcw/qKqc_XpmzB0/s400/DSC07660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A remarkable artwork by the Indian Society at college foyer, it was brilliant and I keep wondering how they did that. If it was me, well go figure out what will happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp7Yig-7iI/AAAAAAAAAco/8h7bwGnznfQ/s1600-h/DSC07647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263154776048070178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp7Yig-7iI/AAAAAAAAAco/8h7bwGnznfQ/s400/DSC07647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh this one is an old picture, during break fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp7T298pjI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ktlC4zARvqE/s1600-h/DSC07346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263154695638918706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp7T298pjI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ktlC4zARvqE/s400/DSC07346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Megat's open house. I hate to admit this, but I think I look good in baju Melayu. chewah. Well maybe I should wear it more often. :P haha look at megat's pillow mcm tetek dow hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp6vAx4imI/AAAAAAAAAcY/mY8JNg0Us94/s1600-h/11102008418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263154062617512546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp6vAx4imI/AAAAAAAAAcY/mY8JNg0Us94/s400/11102008418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday to my cousin, Faiz and High School Musical 3 was not bad though I'm not a fan of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp6c-z5poI/AAAAAAAAAcI/M-PVtzTEoyE/s1600-h/Picture_120-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263153752851457666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp6c-z5poI/AAAAAAAAAcI/M-PVtzTEoyE/s400/Picture_120-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awwww, I love you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp6PG-gRaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vupHeG3OdMs/s1600-h/DSC07341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263153514525246882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp6PG-gRaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vupHeG3OdMs/s400/DSC07341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4201315231255869603?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4201315231255869603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4201315231255869603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4201315231255869603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4201315231255869603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/10/speak-slow.html' title='Speak Slow &amp; Lovebug'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SQp718oDvoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/N3MfssHdSlI/s72-c/DSC07693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8562439409019261454</id><published>2008-10-17T18:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:43:53.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth taking the risk to date your best friend?</title><content type='html'>I have these five of friends, we are very closed with each other ever since we were from primary school. We infact have been in the same classes almost every year up to secondary school. After that we went into different paths but we still keep in touch until now. The three of them now are studying in the same university but different course. Two of my friends are studying elsewhere. We constantly go out together, dinner together and almost every week without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship holds strong until today but yet within the circle of friends there's always ups and downs. We even share our thoughts and knowledge. If one person is sick, the other person will give a helping hand. Where one person is sad, the other person will ease down that person. Most of the time things are fine between us. Never get into fight as far as I am concerned. But within its reach and grasp, there's some event that causes it fasten on the subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this week, I just noticed something rather awkward is happening between us. I'm not in the state of denial but one of my friends likes another friend within this circle. It happened few months ago and I thought it was a joke but rather it turns out to be otherwise. X likes Y but Y doesn't want to prejudice Y's friendship with X just because X likes Y. X has been given some 'hints' to Y but rather Y doesn't want to go into it. Lets just be friends sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What troubles me is what if they get together and when some event occurs they break up. Wouldn't it be troublesome? Wouldn't it will prejudice our friendship and their relationship? Wouldn't it cause difficulty? I'm not saying that they don't need to be together but how far will it stand? I'm okay as long as they are okay and supportive with one another, then that will be fine to me. I'm against nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always some pros and cons when dating your best friend. Some says it is the best decision ever made. It makes your friendship stronger. It eased the awkwardness and made us laugh harder together. Some said the friendship can never be completely the same again after you break up, well only after that then you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my sister, 21 years old she has been in a relationship for almost 4 years until she broke up early this July. She rarely communicates with him ever since and the worst part of it, he asked to give back his so called grandfather-father-son ring from her. As for my younger sister, 17 years old she just ended her 3 years relationship last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been in a relationship with my best friend and I do not know what is the outcome of it. To me, I dare not to take the risk and silly to think of it to be in a relationship with my best friend. Well that's my opinion and I have nothing against you people. After all we are just teenagers, there's a looonggggg way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about long distance relationship? hurmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8562439409019261454?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8562439409019261454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8562439409019261454' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8562439409019261454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8562439409019261454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-it-worth-taking-risk-to-date-your.html' title='Is it worth taking the risk to date your best friend?'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-501768110067473051</id><published>2008-10-12T22:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:04:48.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim, Kourtney and Khloe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SPII5ADCHdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lWFpJYZN-gk/s1600-h/keeping-up-with-the-kardashians-20080306085041322_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256273490453077458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SPII5ADCHdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lWFpJYZN-gk/s400/keeping-up-with-the-kardashians-20080306085041322_640w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;keeping up with the kardashians is an american reality television series that debuted on E! on October 14, 2007. the series documents the daily lives of the kardashian/jenner family, the former of which consists of the ex-wife and children of late attorney robert kardashian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the series consists of kim, kourtney, khloe, robert kardashians and kendall, kylie, kris and bruce jenner. my fav one in the series is khloe being the youngest of the sisters and the most playful sister on the show. khloe sometimes can be mean and bitchy but i still like her despite her big size nevertheless she still looks hot and sexy. and her attitude mind you. sometimes she likes to bully her mother and does prank to her sisters. well she can be nice as well, most of the time. khloe has not dated any men yet and she and me have the same principle, age is not a factor as long as you enjoy yourself. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i tell you that kim looks exactly like nicole scherzinger? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the mean time i suggest for those who haven't watched it, you better catch the series in E! you won't be dissapointed i guarantee you. mark my words. au revoir peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-501768110067473051?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/501768110067473051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=501768110067473051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/501768110067473051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/501768110067473051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/10/kim-kourtney-and-khloe.html' title='Kim, Kourtney and Khloe'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SPII5ADCHdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lWFpJYZN-gk/s72-c/keeping-up-with-the-kardashians-20080306085041322_640w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8834317880701813833</id><published>2008-10-09T17:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:59:09.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials</title><content type='html'>2nd day of fasting. 4 more days to go. yay. okey i need a break now. all this net makes me addicted. thanks liakshern &amp;amp; leng zhong for accompanied me to clg today. we should do this more often. haha. you knw i'm so much not of myself at home compared to clg. call me a nerd now i dont care. i just want to pass god dammit. geesss, somebody plz bring me to tony roma's i'm sooo hungaryyy. serious shit trial is less than 2 weeks. time to buckle up. no more shishaing, procrastinating and lepaking. go rashaad you can do it for only one week, go have that sleepless nite at clg. muahaha. see ya all in 13 days! sooo loongggg tooo waitttt. arghhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm feeling empty now. someone please cheer me up with your jokes, fill me up with your nicest song i really need 'em ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8834317880701813833?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8834317880701813833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8834317880701813833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8834317880701813833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8834317880701813833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/10/trials.html' title='Trials'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8346750346511461080</id><published>2008-10-07T00:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:29:48.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>i guess things won't be the same again,&lt;br /&gt;a far cry this won't be a goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;looking in the deep blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could make a change,&lt;br /&gt;a bit at least for the betterment,&lt;br /&gt;now you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;it struck to me how and what i'm supposed to do,&lt;br /&gt;without your guidance i'm totally loss,&lt;br /&gt;but with courage and wisdom i can make it through,&lt;br /&gt;i guess it gives a huge impact on the others but little on me,&lt;br /&gt;cause i feel none when you say bye while the rest are sad in agony,&lt;br /&gt;till time flies by,&lt;br /&gt;it wont be soon before long,&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be back once again,&lt;br /&gt;with a new beautiful song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8346750346511461080?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8346750346511461080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8346750346511461080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8346750346511461080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8346750346511461080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/10/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-6140119900204913274</id><published>2008-10-05T01:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T03:04:48.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan &amp; Syawal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOe4RNkznPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4y3sR8YuIgY/s1600-h/DSC07501a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253370096192298226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOe4RNkznPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4y3sR8YuIgY/s400/DSC07501a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOezixzEJeI/AAAAAAAAAZU/75Vo8FNCAuY/s1600-h/DSC07523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253364900415415778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOezixzEJeI/AAAAAAAAAZU/75Vo8FNCAuY/s400/DSC07523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good old friends from MRSM, amir top up, faiz, amirul and fahim ogy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the days that I've been waiting for to celebrate is Hari Raya Aidil Fitri, which is my top priority in my list. You can see it in my calendar, marked with X. The best part of it, it is the longest holiday I could ask for - a 5 days free from college life, that's the longest break so far in this semester. I never complained though at least it is better than never. So when it comes to Raya, everybody will associate themselves with mouth watering food- lemang, ketupat with kuah kacang, visiting your relatives and neighbours and not to forget &lt;em&gt;angpau.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part of it, most of it did not materialised as what I had expected. At least for some. Well not for the other. So called raya. Or maybe that's what I think in contrary to the children's perception towards Raya, in my opinion most of them totally enjoyed it. That's why I felt when I was a child, the least I have it now. The passing of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year is the least time we visited our relatives' houses both from my father and mother's sides. There's no single family photo of us wearing baju melayu and kebaya. Non. There's no seeking forgiveness to my parents and siblings. There's no duit raya from parents. As you can see, most of them did not materialised. The most boring and dull of Raya celebration in my 19 years of history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until came 4th day of Raya. We had doa selamat for my sis, she's leaving to Alexandria this Monday. That's the highlight of the week, the best part of all. Where our relatives from both sides met up at least for once, we could talk face to face, exchange ideas and ask for forgiveness. All far away from Terengganu to the nearest in Seremban. At least my mood turned out to be fabulous. Ah, what a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about food, I've gained weight for 2 kg in 4 days. Great achievement there I assume. I have high metabolic rates anyway. No matter how much I consume, the outcome is very minimal. Better start exercising now Ramadan is finally over. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Uncle Fiz, this is the best sms Raya I've received so far, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assalamu'alaikum, sorry to disturb, it's your guest Ramadhan here. Just want to thank you for entertaining me this month, but as my departure nears with tears I beg you to entertain my brother Syawaal adn the rest of them as you have me. Please do not fold up you musalla &amp;amp; pack away your Quran, keep your heart firm on Iman, I will definitely be back next year, INSYAALLAH. But will you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-6140119900204913274?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/6140119900204913274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=6140119900204913274' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/6140119900204913274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/6140119900204913274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/10/ramadan-syawal.html' title='Ramadan &amp; Syawal'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOe4RNkznPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4y3sR8YuIgY/s72-c/DSC07501a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5762211715359650861</id><published>2008-09-29T18:27:00.038+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:20:58.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to Sunway University College CAT Graduation day. Please be seated and let me bring you to Sunway Convention Centre lives from Sunway Piramid. A big round of applause to all of us. We make it through finally. But this is just the beginning. A real journey is right ahead of us. So how was the graduation? Let the pictures do the talking ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Presenting Manesh and Nazirah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SODDcnlzUGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zZHUz2CPFuQ/s1600-h/008a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251412061945286754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SODDcnlzUGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zZHUz2CPFuQ/s400/008a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. and here are the amigos ... all the way from pakistan .. syamara, sheetal, nadia, me, ling, manesh, imran, chrisa and naz&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC0tEjOk-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/mdRvYUHipc8/s1600-h/017a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251395851922609122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC0tEjOk-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/mdRvYUHipc8/s400/017a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. b boys .. haha&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCzqJyMTfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xkTbE0yA0PA/s1600-h/013a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251394702276316658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCzqJyMTfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xkTbE0yA0PA/s400/013a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.KAMI&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCzX5iHLKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/t68t9RaQuC0/s1600-h/012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251394388676258978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCzX5iHLKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/t68t9RaQuC0/s400/012a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. hey am not ready yet!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCzKO-vv6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/u-pLPiHoJck/s1600-h/009a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251394153915334562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCzKO-vv6I/AAAAAAAAAWk/u-pLPiHoJck/s400/009a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCzBMS3dWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3uk3GbGmsh4/s1600-h/010a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251393998575596898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCzBMS3dWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3uk3GbGmsh4/s400/010a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. sam and his geng, err green or blue?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCyxgH-N8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/jtkHZXHQX1I/s1600-h/007a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251393729020704706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCyxgH-N8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/jtkHZXHQX1I/s400/007a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. haha, this is the best pic of manesh looks like he's doing roti canai pose&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCygPGV_PI/AAAAAAAAAWM/yKjzlshFQ9k/s1600-h/003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251393432392695026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCygPGV_PI/AAAAAAAAAWM/yKjzlshFQ9k/s400/003a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. zen, me, manesh, brian&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCyL1o8kII/AAAAAAAAAWE/4Tj3_Rvius8/s1600-h/IMGP0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251393081961123970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCyL1o8kII/AAAAAAAAAWE/4Tj3_Rvius8/s400/IMGP0433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. hermione granger, ronald weasley, harry potter.. haha&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCyEMYKPEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UIJMoHOBvag/s1600-h/IMGP0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251392950625778754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCyEMYKPEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UIJMoHOBvag/s400/IMGP0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. mun yee and kok hung!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCuxmYHgeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/bMIJPark-NY/s1600-h/026a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251389332652524002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCuxmYHgeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/bMIJPark-NY/s400/026a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. there's tahir&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCue5-NqBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/i60PEBLwPhA/s1600-h/025a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251389011495069714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCue5-NqBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/i60PEBLwPhA/s400/025a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCuO0aXL7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Zgj40ZKJJeE/s1600-h/023a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251388735124615090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOCuO0aXL7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Zgj40ZKJJeE/s400/023a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. let me put a smile on her face, whjy so serious? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SODBRtYYPDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/koo1aCDElGw/s1600-h/027a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251409675497782322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SODBRtYYPDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/koo1aCDElGw/s400/027a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. james bond and james bond's girl haha&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SODA1inv7hI/AAAAAAAAAY0/VN2K2TbNk0w/s1600-h/030a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251409191573122578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SODA1inv7hI/AAAAAAAAAY0/VN2K2TbNk0w/s400/030a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. lexy, patricia .. woopss, i mean patrick&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SODAnDVNoVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/iJf6VuzwoQc/s1600-h/033a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251408942655709522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SODAnDVNoVI/AAAAAAAAAYs/iJf6VuzwoQc/s400/033a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SODAPunpFWI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IwEM4vJMWH8/s1600-h/034a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251408541958870370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SODAPunpFWI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IwEM4vJMWH8/s400/034a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. humphhh&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC_f5sbQBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/jhtxp34WR9g/s1600-h/035a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251407720298004498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC_f5sbQBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/jhtxp34WR9g/s400/035a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. a surprise visit by naz's family&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC-sZGYNTI/AAAAAAAAAYU/bgIbTMMDP3Y/s1600-h/037a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251406835375158578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC-sZGYNTI/AAAAAAAAAYU/bgIbTMMDP3Y/s400/037a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC-Yi3CePI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fsrfmPHhpfY/s1600-h/044a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251406494397790450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC-Yi3CePI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fsrfmPHhpfY/s400/044a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. an attempt by brian .. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC-E1z923I/AAAAAAAAAYE/we1F2NbJTAc/s1600-h/046a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251406155887795058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC-E1z923I/AAAAAAAAAYE/we1F2NbJTAc/s400/046a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC9ktgs8YI/AAAAAAAAAX8/relWlUe0jiM/s1600-h/050a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251405603903697282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC9ktgs8YI/AAAAAAAAAX8/relWlUe0jiM/s400/050a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC9SBUmj9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/OKPBvZcjhCU/s1600-h/052a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251405282804142034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC9SBUmj9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/OKPBvZcjhCU/s400/052a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. my fanatic fans .. muahahah&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC88ovpF0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/j4f8jo6RC28/s1600-h/054a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251404915429414722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC88ovpF0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/j4f8jo6RC28/s400/054a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. star bright&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC83t4IubI/AAAAAAAAAXk/tVa4xVYOQ9s/s1600-h/058a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251404830907873714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC83t4IubI/AAAAAAAAAXk/tVa4xVYOQ9s/s400/058a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC73Sk5UxI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0TfSX80sVFE/s1600-h/IMG_5631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251403724067787538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC73Sk5UxI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0TfSX80sVFE/s400/IMG_5631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 27. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC7yGYkKSI/AAAAAAAAAXU/nBMxhzDGG5M/s1600-h/IMG_5623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251403634895497506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC7yGYkKSI/AAAAAAAAAXU/nBMxhzDGG5M/s400/IMG_5623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC3AYo1pmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bbMn5A-FvGI/s1600-h/032a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251398382755620450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC3AYo1pmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bbMn5A-FvGI/s400/032a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 29.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC1KxrY8AI/AAAAAAAAAXE/VWB4AkNXP4o/s1600-h/021a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251396362252644354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SOC1KxrY8AI/AAAAAAAAAXE/VWB4AkNXP4o/s400/021a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5762211715359650861?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5762211715359650861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5762211715359650861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5762211715359650861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5762211715359650861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/09/cat-graduation-day.html' title='CAT Graduation Day'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SODDcnlzUGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zZHUz2CPFuQ/s72-c/008a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-7099514487274730517</id><published>2008-09-25T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:25:06.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P (23/9/08 - 25/9/08)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNuCrR1671I/AAAAAAAAAVU/siroUaIo-BA/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249933470665994066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNuCrR1671I/AAAAAAAAAVU/siroUaIo-BA/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was gasping for air. Its mouth was widely open. Screaming. Crying. Desperately need its mum for natural love &amp;amp; affection. Handsome passed away today at 2am. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-7099514487274730517?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/7099514487274730517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=7099514487274730517' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7099514487274730517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7099514487274730517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/09/rip-23908-25908.html' title='R.I.P (23/9/08 - 25/9/08)'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNuCrR1671I/AAAAAAAAAVU/siroUaIo-BA/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-3384936029495754214</id><published>2008-09-24T21:57:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:19:26.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest edition in the big family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I'm not sure what to name it. I don't know the sex either. It looks like a boy to me. Giler handsome kan? Kalah Peter Petrelli, Cesc Fabregas. haha wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNryszeiIPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/e69i0lCv07Q/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249775167200174322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNryszeiIPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/e69i0lCv07Q/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No 2 &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249774833795554994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNryZZcrXrI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_0ecPG0Z3ss/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; No 3&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNrxqa-W5HI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6DDi9BhatUE/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249774026751403122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNrxqa-W5HI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6DDi9BhatUE/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No 4&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNrxHTihYYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Bq2tgeux1TQ/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249773423460180354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNrxHTihYYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Bq2tgeux1TQ/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 5&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNrxCfmHfTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CCS07hf3HzI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249773340797140274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNrxCfmHfTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CCS07hf3HzI/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 6&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNrw8_Aa8XI/AAAAAAAAAUk/oZA87FqOsRY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249773246149751154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNrw8_Aa8XI/AAAAAAAAAUk/oZA87FqOsRY/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpIOrojQ4I/AAAAAAAAATs/fby7_hEmGwc/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249587732721910658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpIOrojQ4I/AAAAAAAAATs/fby7_hEmGwc/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpH7OzERaI/AAAAAAAAATk/2TW891yQS6g/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249587398563874210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpH7OzERaI/AAAAAAAAATk/2TW891yQS6g/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpK3AZ9-AI/AAAAAAAAAUc/CeNr0Ou9P8A/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249590624515913730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpK3AZ9-AI/AAAAAAAAAUc/CeNr0Ou9P8A/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpKdBKGtZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/kk_aqbHDlOE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249590178041214354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpKdBKGtZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/kk_aqbHDlOE/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpJ-EEusHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/hZy6fg_o73k/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249589646248030322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpJ-EEusHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/hZy6fg_o73k/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 12&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpJgCBx6lI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7H5ZF6BC0vU/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249589130302712402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpJgCBx6lI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7H5ZF6BC0vU/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 13&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpJJC3o6VI/AAAAAAAAAT8/msq4kjNhzL4/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249588735391623506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpJJC3o6VI/AAAAAAAAAT8/msq4kjNhzL4/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 14&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpImIcRHiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LA2LlnF_maY/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249588135592009250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNpImIcRHiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LA2LlnF_maY/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures courtesy of Ahmad Rashaad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Canon EOS 400D courtesy of Faqih Shamsudin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-3384936029495754214?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/3384936029495754214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=3384936029495754214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3384936029495754214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3384936029495754214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/09/newest-edition-in-my-family.html' title='Newest edition in the big family'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNryszeiIPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/e69i0lCv07Q/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8845346309118329215</id><published>2008-09-18T06:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:42:21.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away Short Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNJ6enqpLjI/AAAAAAAAATE/YbD1uthL-Pg/s1600-h/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247391182302555698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNJ6enqpLjI/AAAAAAAAATE/YbD1uthL-Pg/s400/DSC02052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hye friends, just wanna inform you that I'll be away for 2 weeks. I'll be back possibly the day before raya. To all muslims Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri. I haven't got the chance to reply raya cards to some of my friends. Thanks anyway! I'd really appreciate it though. Well, I'll get back to you once I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the next posts will be:&lt;br /&gt;1. CAT Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;2. 1st day of raya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She's leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... plenty of pictures will be uploaded :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the earlier checklist, a lot haven't been done. sigh. will be updated soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. renew Passport&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strike&gt;update Law notes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a new Cardigan&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strike&gt;submit ACCA exam docket&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. a new tight skinny black jeans&lt;br /&gt;6. qatam Al-Quran&lt;br /&gt;7. a new belt&lt;br /&gt;8. white &amp;amp; black stripes shirt&lt;br /&gt;9. a new socks&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strike&gt;shirts&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strike&gt;reply Farah's letter&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strike&gt;break fast with friends at Hartz&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strike&gt;break fast with friends at Williams&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. a new curly hairdo&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strike&gt;watch American Pie&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: Desperate Housewives new season kicked off with a bang!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8845346309118329215?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8845346309118329215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8845346309118329215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8845346309118329215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8845346309118329215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/09/away-short-notice.html' title='Away Short Notice'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNJ6enqpLjI/AAAAAAAAATE/YbD1uthL-Pg/s72-c/DSC02052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8401195334884171871</id><published>2008-09-17T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:55:31.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNC0Zo1SEgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-1RVNiCRG4o/s1600-h/DSC_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246891918437257730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNC0Zo1SEgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-1RVNiCRG4o/s400/DSC_0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eez, who's she in the far right? sorry i stole your picture. :) now i feel like joining u :P have fun there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8401195334884171871?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8401195334884171871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8401195334884171871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8401195334884171871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8401195334884171871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/09/eez.html' title='eez!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SNC0Zo1SEgI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-1RVNiCRG4o/s72-c/DSC_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-1738121243889487364</id><published>2008-09-14T11:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:12:31.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SM6XPTMy-cI/AAAAAAAAASM/kOdu3sX4AKQ/s1600-h/2163272144_fd9bd3f38b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246296905040984514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SM6XPTMy-cI/AAAAAAAAASM/kOdu3sX4AKQ/s400/2163272144_fd9bd3f38b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shaking terribly. I was looking in all direction trying to get a glimpse of view from the map that I hold. Trying to figure out which way should I make. It was freezing I tell you even with very thick clothes that we wore, the temperature was killing us. I was on the mountain covered with thick snow with Ameer Azhar and Shakina Kushairi. It was definitely a scene to be remembered nothing sort of ordinary with breathtaking view from top of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us geared up for snowboarding. I never tried it before so this is my first time. For all you know, this is one of my list - 10 things I want to do Before 30 and finally I was standing up here with an aura of satisfaction with my friends. I knew it was going to be so much fun we even brought along our cameras. Shakina and Ameer were holding their snowboards. I could see Ameer was barely able to move his body filled with excitement on his face. We were fully equipped with snowboard boots, bindings, goggles, helmets, jackets, gloves, mittens and bag packs. I was with my normal snowboard hat. We were so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the MySpace pose? Yeah we did that. All three of us in one picture. We took a lot of pictures. And suddenly came 2 guys. I know they look very familiar. I've seen them before somewhere. I tried to figure out when and where. Hey it's that mamak looking Imran Basheer and my good old friend Shafiq Saiful! We were very surprised and of all the places but here? What a small world. All the way from Malaysia, Aussie, New Zealand and England here. We didn't expect that either. Some sort of reunion from Raja Muda pulak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very eager and freezing cold. The temperature felt like a thousand of needles prickled through my skin. So we started skateboarding and ... I felt really really cold. I couldn't stand it anymore. Suddenly I was taken to another dimension. I was awaken. My right hand was reaching something near me. Still searching and searching and tried to get a hold of it. And finally I got the remote and switched the air cond off. Blimey it was a dream and I most felt like it was damn real!!! I felt dissapointed though but was amazed with the dream. How I wish it was real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at my watch. 2.59am, Sunday. 2 more hours for sahur. Zzzzzzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SM6TY-gWXmI/AAAAAAAAASE/0KAmaz4bCqw/s1600-h/l_94e9d23683a8def4827ba9bf32437826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246292673238031970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SM6TY-gWXmI/AAAAAAAAASE/0KAmaz4bCqw/s400/l_94e9d23683a8def4827ba9bf32437826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-1738121243889487364?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/1738121243889487364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=1738121243889487364' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1738121243889487364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/1738121243889487364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/09/freezing-cold.html' title='Freezing Cold'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SM6XPTMy-cI/AAAAAAAAASM/kOdu3sX4AKQ/s72-c/2163272144_fd9bd3f38b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2502950346493627808</id><published>2008-09-13T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:35:36.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Ahmad Rashaad means</title><content type='html'>I was browsing to my friend's friend's blog and I came into this interesting topic about the hidden meaning of Ahmad Rashaad. I found out most of 'em is too good to be true and people will be looking at me and wondering anak sapa lah tue? huahuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Ahmadrashaad Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2502950346493627808?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2502950346493627808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2502950346493627808' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2502950346493627808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2502950346493627808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-ahmad-rashaad-means.html' title='What Ahmad Rashaad means'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-3082765612549655692</id><published>2008-09-07T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:55:55.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes 2 to Tango</title><content type='html'>RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by &lt;a href="http://raizzati.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raja Izzati &lt;/a&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;devastated, heartbroken, jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;mostly my dreams never come true, so i dont expect anything good to be true. but i wish i was born with curly hair :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;paris hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;investment, buy a man made island in Burj Al Arab, invite michael jackson to perform for my wedding anniversary with moonwalk, shut down Oprah Winfrey's Harpo Studio for good, educated the mat rempit and pengkid with good knowledge about islam and the hereafter, make cash donation with approved instituition to reduce my income tax, own a McDonald at my own house, etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you u fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;never never never i dont think it will work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;not too long, u'll end up being like ellen degeneres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;hope they will break up the next day .. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? your gf/bf or an actress/actor?&lt;br /&gt;hurm that will be Reese Witherspoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;traffic jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;successful person, pemurah, peramah, CEO of Bursa Saham .. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your fear?&lt;br /&gt;tikus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;baik, berbudi bahasa, tak mencarut .. hahahha ... actually she doesn't give hope easily ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;i have to be optimistic, so single and rich la haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;sleep again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;pick one without one's knowledge and acted as if you have one but actually you have two :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;i may forgive but i'll never forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;both but it depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.List 5 people to tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rifqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain ul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisyah maryam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-3082765612549655692?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/3082765612549655692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=3082765612549655692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3082765612549655692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3082765612549655692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-takes-2-to-tango.html' title='It Takes 2 to Tango'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-3553155624320793561</id><published>2008-09-06T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:02:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Checklist</title><content type='html'>1. renew Passport&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strike&gt;update Law notes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a new Cardigan&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strike&gt;submit ACCA exam docket&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. a new tight skinny black jeans&lt;br /&gt;6. qatam Al-Quran&lt;br /&gt;7. a new belt&lt;br /&gt;8. white &amp;amp; black stripes shirt&lt;br /&gt;9. a new socks&lt;br /&gt;10. shirts&lt;br /&gt;11. reply Farah's letter&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strike&gt;break fast with friends at Hartz&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strike&gt;break fast with friends at Williams&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. a new curly hairdo&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strike&gt;watch American Pie&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Checklist is not prioritised and Happy Ramadan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-3553155624320793561?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/3553155624320793561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=3553155624320793561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3553155624320793561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/3553155624320793561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramadan-checklist.html' title='Ramadan Checklist'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4629393402708949437</id><published>2008-08-31T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:21:58.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of Merdeka</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240382432320259314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmUDrWlhPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZeLlcYu4Qo0/s400/DSC06911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best shower I've had for this week! Phew, finally and a good enough sleep after the monthly test. What a relief. I've been wondering what you guys were doing for the past whole week and suddenly when I opened my friend's blog, I got an invitation to my friend's open house for the 2nd day of Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 2.36 am in the morning. I went to merdeka celebration at Shah Alam. Last minute plan, Aisha punya pasal lah ni. I came back from home at 9pm and too tired to meet up with my college friends at Hartamas for a football match at the big screen . So I ended up here in the city that always sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning of Saturday I went to jogging. It was 8.00 am by then. So I took some pictures along the way. I feel like it's autumn now in Shah Alam. haha. How I wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmUsFXBQNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fGOhk22LqgM/s1600-h/DSC06909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240383126496166098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmUsFXBQNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fGOhk22LqgM/s400/DSC06909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it's a tree but I don't know what it is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmUiC6hNxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bXrzwKWTtKI/s1600-h/DSC06919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240382954041063186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmUiC6hNxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bXrzwKWTtKI/s400/DSC06919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bunga kertas I think. It was all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmUbdZzktI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fKky75C7NVk/s1600-h/DSC06916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240382840892527314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmUbdZzktI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fKky75C7NVk/s400/DSC06916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The same trees I found in Sunway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmUOFND5pI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eKUJNR0GtMw/s1600-h/DSC06913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240382611058321042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmUOFND5pI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eKUJNR0GtMw/s400/DSC06913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend said macam orang nak kahwin. haha. Okey la I get the picture now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a last minute plan. Megat, Fatina, Raja invited me for a picnic at Kemensah, near the Zoo Negara. So I thought hey sure why not. After all puasa starts this monday. And I'll not have this chance for another one month. No more movies or entertainment for the whole month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLoi0Hi_L7I/AAAAAAAAARE/jmvp1BJ9tTQ/s1600-h/30082008339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240539395173330866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLoi0Hi_L7I/AAAAAAAAARE/jmvp1BJ9tTQ/s400/30082008339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey paparazzi took our pictures! I feel like a celebrity now .. awwww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babi my selipar hilang sebelah when I was crossing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmVpzXn8nI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/jTuHPWzMLp4/s1600-h/30082008352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240384186818753138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmVpzXn8nI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/jTuHPWzMLp4/s400/30082008352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muke tak pernah tgk unggun api. Hah! I know this one perpatah, it says ... bagai kambing masuk ke bandar .. or something like that. That green guy also didn't hesitate to take a picture with us. Or maybe I could read his mind .. "Batak gler syal." haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmVOvI2mpI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/l9ccKqh5E30/s1600-h/DSC06929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240383721826589330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmVOvI2mpI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/l9ccKqh5E30/s400/DSC06929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raja is changing her clothes in the car. And we were shaking the car like ..Metro Station's Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, uh shake it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLonFXsV1zI/AAAAAAAAARU/zrQNRMTpfZU/s1600-h/30082008342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240544089611818802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLonFXsV1zI/AAAAAAAAARU/zrQNRMTpfZU/s400/30082008342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Megat looks so gay. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLomYgokBkI/AAAAAAAAARM/Il8AObINYGw/s1600-h/30082008335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240543318917776962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLomYgokBkI/AAAAAAAAARM/Il8AObINYGw/s400/30082008335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally we arrived home at 9pm. I'm too lazy to write now. Chaw! and Happy 51st Independence Day Malaysia! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: I learnt a new word from Yusri today ... 'Pent', pentingkan diri sendiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4629393402708949437?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4629393402708949437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4629393402708949437' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4629393402708949437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4629393402708949437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/08/eve-of-merdeka.html' title='Eve of Merdeka'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLmUDrWlhPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZeLlcYu4Qo0/s72-c/DSC06911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2944006157481076360</id><published>2008-08-29T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:09:28.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLfwJiKPzAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ymmKN0Sue5g/s1600-h/760094518l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239920738048134146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLfwJiKPzAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ymmKN0Sue5g/s400/760094518l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;X, is a friend of mine. We have been friends for quite long and long enough to tell you that I'm getting bored of X. So I didn't know exactly what came out from X's mouth, until last week. X's word utterly expressed with annoyance I feel like slap twice on X's face. Please lah. With X constantly messaging me, I've been dragging to this whole colourless conversation. If I just refused, than X might think that I'm trying to avoid X but the truth is I'm not. But I don't want to hurt X's feeling either because I know X is sensitive inside. So there I go, entertain X. Need not I tell you X is my friend. That's what friends are for but if you are too friendly you just go out of the boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is another friend of mine. We are friends for some time. So Y has been drinking. Sometimes. No, not mineral water or Avian. We practice the same religion but different ideology. Y is like the same other laid back teenagers who wants something in life, heck Y's life is good after all. But I'm having the problem to tell Y about that. Y once or twice has asked me to try it but I'm firm with my standing. I said no. Y was drinking beside me one day. I know it's the biggest sin but I didn't protest it. I tried to but I couldn't. Am I a bad Muslim? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Should I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2944006157481076360?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2944006157481076360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2944006157481076360' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2944006157481076360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2944006157481076360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/08/x.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLfwJiKPzAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ymmKN0Sue5g/s72-c/760094518l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2038126109199557462</id><published>2008-08-24T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:58:22.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLFg-DmDOhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jZy-JS87JOE/s1600-h/DSC06821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238074460841654802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLFg-DmDOhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jZy-JS87JOE/s400/DSC06821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLFk_XTrjtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BnYhyNTELHc/s1600-h/DSC06849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238078881359695570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLFk_XTrjtI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BnYhyNTELHc/s400/DSC06849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st birthday to my sis Aisha! I really really gonna miss you soon! Please take care and be happy always. We always love you! Sorry for my behaviour towards you and I know I act like a jerk last night, most of the time though ... I know I suck big time, useless self centred brother but I just wanna tell you that I love you ... lepas ni dah takde siape lg nak ckp dgn rashaad kan kan? everybody is busy with their lives not like you ... later when u're gone, I'm deeply gonna miss you :( :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2038126109199557462?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2038126109199557462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2038126109199557462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2038126109199557462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2038126109199557462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/08/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLFg-DmDOhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jZy-JS87JOE/s72-c/DSC06821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8396451115269034286</id><published>2008-08-20T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:02:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough, the tough get going</title><content type='html'>.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8396451115269034286?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8396451115269034286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8396451115269034286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8396451115269034286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8396451115269034286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/08/ily-3.html' title='When the going gets tough, the tough get going'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4758047335044535088</id><published>2008-08-19T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:49:14.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLU_MBZKvCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RmJipAimctg/s1600-h/kjh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239163217280416802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLU_MBZKvCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RmJipAimctg/s400/kjh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKvUTOZBfXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4QBOy4b7MlM/s1600-h/kjh.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a message from Allyson Liang Fang. She didn't make it. I really really feel bad now for her and those who didn't make it. Really. I thought almost everybody managed to pass, at least passed but there's a minority within us who didn't get to hold the bar. Our group is getting smaller yet we still keep in touch though. Our college is not that big anyway. You might bumped into someone every now and then. Just how relieved I was to pass. I didn't quite get the feeling of enjoyment &amp;amp; achievement yesterday. I thought of something else which is more important and it is still runinng in my head. I didn't get the idea how people would enjoy at the benefiting of the others that failed but then again, it's your achievement. Your hard work has finally paid off and you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some friends from the original Group 11 - July 2007. Aiman Hakim, Zharif didn't make it to the next stage. Manesh Baba did pass but not in the picture. Who else eh? I lost track. Daren went home in Korea. I bet he's watching Olympics now. And congratulations Lisa for getting World Prize Winner for T6. Hey I was there, and I saw how happy you were, jumping and yelling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKpOsqrWSiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/h8Po8yJm_Dw/s1600-h/kjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236084046048938530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKpOsqrWSiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/h8Po8yJm_Dw/s400/kjk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you that we ( Zen, Lexy, me, Imran, Christ, Manesh) randomly took numbers to take turns getting the results in the computer lab? haha funny la weyh. Luckily all of us passed and can pursue ACCA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4758047335044535088?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4758047335044535088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4758047335044535088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4758047335044535088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4758047335044535088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/08/brand-new-day.html' title='A Brand New Day'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SLU_MBZKvCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RmJipAimctg/s72-c/kjh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-8547928215356041202</id><published>2008-08-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T00:33:16.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKbpnJxDDSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YE5MR8sUlw4/s1600-h/DSC06649-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235128475710590242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKbpnJxDDSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YE5MR8sUlw4/s400/DSC06649-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKbkdKpQyEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/usKvZ57zF1w/s1600-h/DSC06655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235122806589540418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKbkdKpQyEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/usKvZ57zF1w/s400/DSC06655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKbkYa1u3WI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gzkb8XttgaQ/s1600-h/DSC06652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235122725037464930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKbkYa1u3WI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gzkb8XttgaQ/s400/DSC06652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKbkTK4ZaCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ax9q7TN7yuU/s1600-h/DSC06658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235122634854328354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKbkTK4ZaCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ax9q7TN7yuU/s400/DSC06658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKbkEnw75JI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xDkhpQrRr8k/s1600-h/DSC06657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235122384909624466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKbkEnw75JI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xDkhpQrRr8k/s400/DSC06657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had a twin brother so that we can shopping together. Er that's so gay. But I wish I had one. So it's easy for me to skip classes and switch places. So we don't need to look in the mirror instead we see ourselves. That's cool. What the crap I'm talking about. I need a coffee now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate monday, I will always hate Monday. God knows how I feel. I feel like balik kampung now kejar ayam, panjat pokok kelapa, running along the beach ... I need to escape, just for one day before Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap la you guys, why u guys fly so early to go to USA? LA and New York pulak tu. You must be enjoying yourselves kan Aidil, Kamil, Adeelah. Now you make me feel empty. Luckily I managed to send you guys to KLIA yesterday. I told ya, we managed to arrive in time. Luckily Tina sempat met Aidil if not tak tau la what would happen. Coincidently I met my friends .. nfa, togeh, telo, topup .. you know who u are right .. and thanks Shakina for calling me. haha dengar crite you and Rahim will take the same flight from Auckland to Msia ... giler sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best Lee Chong Wei! Please I beg you to get Gold medal, you are our only relief to reduce the even worse politic scenarios in Msia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between my legs? Doesn't it sound catchy? Well do visit &lt;a href="http://eeblog08.blogspot.com/"&gt;Engku Emran's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-8547928215356041202?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/8547928215356041202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=8547928215356041202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8547928215356041202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/8547928215356041202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-drink-you-drive-you-lose.html' title='Farewell Party'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKbpnJxDDSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YE5MR8sUlw4/s72-c/DSC06649-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-6948656531545629175</id><published>2008-08-15T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:47:23.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Golden Boy</title><content type='html'>You deserve nothing but the best. Thank you for representing Malaysia! We are really proud of you ... at least LCW secured silver .. that's good enough. Can't wait for the next Olympics in London! Keep the spirit high dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKVszffN8QI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5wEPXNq7YPc/s1600-h/2390116026_676b6bebac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234709773769634050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKVszffN8QI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5wEPXNq7YPc/s400/2390116026_676b6bebac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man you made my day! You are bloody hell very good! Superb!&lt;br /&gt;Lee Chong Wei, make Malaysia proud, bring honour to our country and make us proud!&lt;br /&gt;Great start, great attack, great defence and hopefully great ending with GOLD !!! You are the only hope for Malaysia.... and don't be so pressure dude. Just relax and hit the "telur kosong" kau kau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-6948656531545629175?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/6948656531545629175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=6948656531545629175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/6948656531545629175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/6948656531545629175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/08/golden-boy.html' title='A Golden Boy'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKVszffN8QI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5wEPXNq7YPc/s72-c/2390116026_676b6bebac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4050240023330062044</id><published>2008-08-09T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:12:51.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least you have sideburns</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.yoursdaily.com/var/yoursdaily/storage/images/media/images/culture_media/music/beatles/paul_mccartney/33950-1-eng-GB/paul_mccartney_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel much alive after I changed the layout of my page from black to white, more cheerful with kick some arse attitude. If black that's gloomy, if white that's juicy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice I had a hair cut? Yup that's me up there. haha. Yes I did finally after 7 months. And I totally regret about it and I feel like choking myself now. The best part of it, it only cost me RM 18 for 7 months and that saves me a lot. The worst part of it I didn't get the style of my hair that I want it so badly but it turns out to be a Beatles' Paul McCartney's. So there you go, I look like a schoolboy like my friends said. Nevermind I still have that clean image though. :p You couldn't agree more can you?&lt;br /&gt;I thought it shall grow well enough to celebrate Raya in 2 months' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I am a strange weirdo when it comes to hair cut. The beat of my heart,it worries me so much. You know how it feels when you are in the exam hall and that's the way I feel everytime I am in the hair salon or maybe when you face a girl that you like but you don't have the guts to speak out. Only twice a year I have a hair cut and no wonder why ... So when it turns up not the way that I want it to be I feel like cursing every one of them, sort of boycotting the hair salon but I ended up going there again for one reason, to get my hair done. Back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse I only have one sideburn for the moment. That will be obvious for you to see friends now I've mentioned it. Thank you mum you made my day! Okey actually after I went home from salon I asked my mum to trim my sideburns .. to TRIM only ... but my mum CUT it like that ... like you take a scissors and you CUT it one shot .. now I look retarded with only a sideburn. She said it was okay and it was NOT okay at all. So I asked my sis to trim the other part and she did well after that attitude I gave her. haha thanks sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys at least you have sideburns! How to grow perfect sideburns eh that fast?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4050240023330062044?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4050240023330062044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4050240023330062044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4050240023330062044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4050240023330062044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/08/black-is-black-white-is-white.html' title='At least you have sideburns'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-7841014402925478336</id><published>2008-08-03T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:12:51.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saiful Bukhari is the new Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SJWK8aG8M_I/AAAAAAAAANU/V2KZvMSxLQk/s1600-h/JKK.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230239312665916402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SJWK8aG8M_I/AAAAAAAAANU/V2KZvMSxLQk/s400/JKK.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians are born not made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiful Bukhari is made not born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new episode has just begun. It is indeed a widely anticipated movie in the history of Malaysia. People say this movie will even make a big hit in Hollywood not to mention Bollywood and Malaywood. In Malaywood everything is boleh, that is why we called it as Boleh Land. Malaysia Boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back off Titanic, Star Wars, Harry Potter and the Dark Night. Here comes Saiful Bukhari the new Harry Potter. Our own favourite Kampung Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some theories and comparisons which I found out scientifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Harry Potter is a wizard. Little did he know about magic until he was accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry unconditionally. Saiful Bukhari is a mudblood and little did he know that he's going to be a loser out of the losers. He was even expelled from Unisel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Harry Potter has a Godfather, Sirius Black while Saiful Bukhari has a Godmother, Mumtaz Jaafar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja Petra Kamarudin mentions Mumtaz Jaafar as being Saiful Bukhari’s “God Mother” in two of his No Holds Barred posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was The Malay Unity Sodomy Conspiracy posted on July 26th, 2008 where he wrote the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Saiful hardly knows his father. His father abandoned his mother soon after he was born and the mother remarried. When his mother died, his stepfather also disappeared and Saiful was subsequently brought up by his uncle (or was it his auntie?). &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And one important aspect in this whole episode is that Saiful’s ‘God Mother’ is Mumtaz Jaafar — who is Rosmah Mansor’s nominee and ‘bag lady’ in all their clandestine business deals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And RPK mentions Mumtaz Jaafar again yesteday in his Killing Two Birds with One Stone No Holds Barred post, rather cleverly putting forward possible questions (with regard to her connection to the Deputy Prime Minister’s wife) that might be raised in court should Anwar be formally charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;During the course of Anwar’s impending trial, Malaysians will be told of the link Saiful has with Mumtaz Jaafar. Malaysians will also be told who Mumtaz Jaafar is and what her ‘special’ links with Rosmah are.&lt;/span&gt; Further to that, Malaysians will be told about the relationship between Najib’s Special Officer, Khairul Anas, and Saiful — and the less than manly reputation these two buggers had while still in school. Yes, the excitement and kinky sex that is going to spill over from this trial will cause Astro to lose a lot of business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be THE Mumtaz Jaafar, the former sprint queen whom RPK says is Saiful Bukhari’s “God Mother” and a close Rosmah Mansor (bag lady) associate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SJWF47b5X5I/AAAAAAAAANM/UXOclyeK5tg/s1600-h/mumtaz-jaafar-rosmah-mansor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230233755334565778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SJWF47b5X5I/AAAAAAAAANM/UXOclyeK5tg/s400/mumtaz-jaafar-rosmah-mansor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Harry Potter's best friends are Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger while Saiful Bukhari's best friends are the Policemen (since he's under police security for more than 1 month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Harry Potter uses wand to cast magic while Saiful Bukhari uses his arse to cast spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Harry Potter's uncle is fat Uncle Vernon while Saiful Bukhari's uncle is Uncle Pat although he looks like an aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Both Harry Potter and Saiful Bukhari will use everything to protect themselves from the devil worshippers. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Harry Potter is straight but I doubt over Saiful Bukhari's sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Harry Potter's enemy is the one who must not be named Lord Voldemort while Saiful Bukhari's enemy is Anwar Ibrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Harry Potter got balls which is contrary to Saiful Bukhari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)At least Harry Potter's arse still virgin compared to Saiful Bukhari's accusation of being sodomised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime do watch Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Half Blood Prince Trailer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sBGbKCm_pQQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sBGbKCm_pQQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-7841014402925478336?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/7841014402925478336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=7841014402925478336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7841014402925478336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/7841014402925478336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/08/saiful-bukhari-is-new-harry-potter.html' title='Saiful Bukhari is the new Harry Potter'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SJWK8aG8M_I/AAAAAAAAANU/V2KZvMSxLQk/s72-c/JKK.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-697802238481535163</id><published>2008-07-31T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:00:03.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelsea v Msia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKBhsVVN-pI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JenI0QMEWfU/s1600-h/29072008196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233290181272795794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKBhsVVN-pI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JenI0QMEWfU/s400/29072008196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKBg034_2bI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rflN75Si0Fo/s1600-h/29072008194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233289228476996018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKBg034_2bI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rflN75Si0Fo/s400/29072008194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SJEG2FUgxMI/AAAAAAAAANE/qkCuUViHvjQ/s1600-h/DSC06306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228968168564769986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SJEG2FUgxMI/AAAAAAAAANE/qkCuUViHvjQ/s400/DSC06306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okey our country's performance is not bad after all! 2-0. Gotta work harder mates. Pictures will be uploaded later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-697802238481535163?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/697802238481535163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=697802238481535163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/697802238481535163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/697802238481535163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/07/msia-v-chelsea.html' title='Chelsea v Msia'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SKBhsVVN-pI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JenI0QMEWfU/s72-c/29072008196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-2066933168136202527</id><published>2008-07-26T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:44:17.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour &amp; Crayon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIsn-WvRHxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/quRoZK2n-Dg/s1600-h/DSC06189-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227310292794703394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIsjBAzFfiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6CUklCfoe10/s320/sarah_jessica_parker20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again with another excuse. Sorry for the boring posts lately. I couldn't help myself either. But thanks again for dropping by readers. Wicked, I have fanatic fans! Okey I was pleasantly surprised by mum's intention to watch Sex &amp;amp; the City for a midnight movie today on Friday. Normally when I invited her for a movie she will declined it helplessly. Well, you know women with their careers. They never get tired of it not like us men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall when was the last time I watch movie with her and my family. It must have been ages ago. The worst part of it, I wasn't invited for the Sex &amp;amp; the City movie which my siblings claimed supposed to be a Girls' Night Out until I found out. I planned to join them with a greater prospect of watching the movie literally not disturbing them so called their Girls' Night Out but the best part of it, it was cancelled minutes ago and here I am writing, exercising my fingers in front of the computer while listening to my own blog song - Viva La Vida. Btw, where's the heck is Jerusalem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember few years ago when the Sex &amp;amp; the City first season was aired in HBO. Was it in 2002? Frankly speaking I lost track of time until Desperate Housewives came out. Both were a big hit and I daresay there's something spicy about the Sex &amp;amp; the City TV series that made a debut movie recently that keeps the fans awakening not only the ladies but the guys. Mind you.&lt;br /&gt;Back then, my mother will always give me some excuses not to watch the Sex &amp;amp; the City and asked me to go upstairs instead so that she could watch it with my dad. The reason was I was underage and it was not appropriate for me either. Because of the scenes? Wonder to me ... Come on boys will always be boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing about the hit TV series, for all I know it was about Sarah Jessica Parker and her ladies and sex until last week when I asked mum about the movie being released here in Malaysia - is it possible? Then I know, the make up of the movie is not all about the first mentioned, instead it is about fashion, style and lines. I assumed that's the ingredients to make the TV series such a mind blowing among the ladies and fashionistas. And that was the moment I know that SJP wore Jimmy Choo's shoes and handbags - our own favourite footwear designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives me some story about what this movie is all about. Tomorrow maybe. Definitely tomorrow. I haven't read the review yet and I don't want it to spoil my mood either. So I just hope that my luck will be on my side this time and mind you the popcorn is waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-2066933168136202527?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/2066933168136202527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=2066933168136202527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2066933168136202527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/2066933168136202527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/07/mind-you.html' title='Colour &amp; Crayon'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIsjBAzFfiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6CUklCfoe10/s72-c/sarah_jessica_parker20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5158235602351649571</id><published>2008-07-26T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:36:41.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I fall for the wrong girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 1- IDENTIFICATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known as:&lt;br /&gt;rashaad/shad/chad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born:&lt;br /&gt;toronto, ontario, canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color:&lt;br /&gt;jet black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye:&lt;br /&gt;striking black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 2 - HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen off the bed?:&lt;br /&gt;pernah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone else's heart?:&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had your heart broken?:&lt;br /&gt;i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream come true?:&lt;br /&gt;hurmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 3 - CURRENTLY..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing?:&lt;br /&gt;torn t-shirt, pants, the rest is history :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;coldplay's viva la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located:&lt;br /&gt;dad's office, home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with:&lt;br /&gt;no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i Should Be doing:&lt;br /&gt;acca is 4 months' time. u think? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 4 - DO YOU..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any piercings:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive:&lt;br /&gt;yes ... okey now i confess that driving is my least fav thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a cell phone:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 5 - LAST PERSON YOU..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugged:&lt;br /&gt;imaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMed:&lt;br /&gt;sheetal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked with on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;azral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text:&lt;br /&gt;fatinah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 6 - PERSONAL..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;a father with beautiful kids, millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes first in your life?&lt;br /&gt;family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually think about before you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;bawang putih oh plz. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 7- FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Show:&lt;br /&gt;friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store:&lt;br /&gt;mph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food:&lt;br /&gt;kuey teow lakna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color(S):&lt;br /&gt;green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 8 - DO YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like to give hugs:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like to walk in the rain:&lt;br /&gt;i can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefer black or blue:&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on your side:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have stuffed animals:&lt;br /&gt;sikit la kot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 9- THIS OR THAT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierced NOSE or TONGUE:&lt;br /&gt;takmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV or BET:&lt;br /&gt;mtv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Heaven or Dawsons Creek:&lt;br /&gt;tak suke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or flowers:&lt;br /&gt;chocolate for guys and flowers for ladies kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color or black-and-white photos:&lt;br /&gt;colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay up late or sleep in:&lt;br /&gt;stay up late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun or moon:&lt;br /&gt;moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left or Right:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Acquaintances or one best friend:&lt;br /&gt;the more the merrier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring or Fall:&lt;br /&gt;spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 10: FIRSTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Screen Name:&lt;br /&gt;rashaad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First self purchased CD:&lt;br /&gt;linkin park ... that explained why my email is linkin_boyz16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pet:&lt;br /&gt;cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo:&lt;br /&gt;i'm clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 11: LASTS..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last GOOD cry:&lt;br /&gt;cant recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call:&lt;br /&gt;few hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered:&lt;br /&gt;morning ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 12: CURRENT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mood:&lt;br /&gt;bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current food:&lt;br /&gt;french fries plz nak mcd curly fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current hair:&lt;br /&gt;waivy ... i loike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyance(s):&lt;br /&gt;my throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 13: WHO LAST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Made you smile:&lt;br /&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry?&lt;br /&gt;humphhh, the best part of it i cant recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 14: WOULD YOU RATHER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be serious or be funny?&lt;br /&gt;funny la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drink whole or skim milk?&lt;br /&gt;whole milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Spend time with your parents or enemies&lt;br /&gt;parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 15: DO YOU PREFER..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you prefer gray or black?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunrise or sunset?&lt;br /&gt;sunset that's romantic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. M&amp;amp;M's or skittles?&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;amp;m's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECTION 16: ANSWER TRUTHFULLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you fall for the wrong guy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5158235602351649571?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5158235602351649571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5158235602351649571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5158235602351649571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5158235602351649571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/07/ilahs-survey.html' title='Sometimes I fall for the wrong girl'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-6617327204760032653</id><published>2008-07-23T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:34:10.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIdBVZbLX-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/P4hmUTZL9WM/s1600-h/2436979721_0432cd07e4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226217728444686306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIdBVZbLX-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/P4hmUTZL9WM/s320/2436979721_0432cd07e4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;Seas would rise when I gave the word&lt;br /&gt;Now in the morning I sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;Sweep the streets I used to own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;Feel the fear in my enemies eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen as the crowd would sing:&lt;br /&gt;"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute I held the key&lt;br /&gt;Next the walls were closed on me&lt;br /&gt;And I discovered that my castles stand&lt;br /&gt;Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can not explain&lt;br /&gt;Once you know there was never, never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;That was when I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the wicked and wild wind&lt;br /&gt;Blew down the doors to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered windows and the sound of drums&lt;br /&gt;People could not believe what I'd become&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionaries Wait&lt;br /&gt;For my head on a silver plate&lt;br /&gt;Just a puppet on a lonely string&lt;br /&gt;Oh who would ever want to be king?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can not explain&lt;br /&gt;I know Saint Peter won't call my name&lt;br /&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;And that was when I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can not explain&lt;br /&gt;I know Saint Peter will call my name&lt;br /&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;But that was when I ruled the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-6617327204760032653?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/6617327204760032653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=6617327204760032653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/6617327204760032653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/6617327204760032653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva La Vida'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIdBVZbLX-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/P4hmUTZL9WM/s72-c/2436979721_0432cd07e4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-4972730623042679965</id><published>2008-07-19T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:52:45.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, the weather seemed fine yesterday. All day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening I went jogging alone in my neighbourhood near the lake, &lt;em&gt;see how lonely I am. &lt;/em&gt;My appearance was welcomed with the presence of dead animals. It was like one of those scenes in M. Night Shyamalam's the Happening. People died for no reasons. I was jogging and arrived at a T-junction. From far I could see a glimpse of an animal lying motionless on the road. I went nearer and to my horror it was crocodile literally. It occured to me why on earth there would be a crocodile in the middle of the forest. So I walked and walked, every step I took with caution fear of being attacked. Heck it was a lizard! But it looks like a crocodile to me. Phew, the disturbance feeling was relieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224936301471023682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIKz4h85QkI/AAAAAAAAALk/WJzovigwmqY/s320/rashaad+14533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to walk again, slow motion and then jogging along the road. About 10 minutes later I bumped into a dead animal. It was smaller this time. It wasn't a superman nor an airplane, it was a poor little bird. Okey I thought it was an awkward moment to see this little birdie on the road. At least there must be some valid reasons that the 'little crocodile' had involved in the hit &amp;amp; run accident but not this poor little birdie. Impossible it was being hit by a running car. The sky was his place not the road. Impossible either to have a bird shooter here with a shotgun aiming at the birds sky high hoping they might be blasted into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two death in a row, I consider it as a bad luck. If thrice, I'm cursed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224936399579572610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIKz-Pby6YI/AAAAAAAAALs/7FfcVtBHv4w/s320/rashaad+14532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIK38bACoGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tk9zNKUSJds/s1600-h/002613400195.jpg%22%3Ehttp://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIK38bACoGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tk9zNKUSJds/s1600-h/002613400195.jpg%22%3E%3Cimg%3C/a%3E%20id=%22BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224940766371160162%22%20style=%22DISPLAY:%20block;%20MARGIN:%200px%20auto%2010px;%20CURSOR:%20hand;%20TEXT-ALIGN:%20center%22%20alt=%22%22%20src=%22%3Ca%20href=%22http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIK38bACoGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tk9zNKUSJds/s400/002613400195.jpg%22%3Ehttp://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIK38bACoGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tk9zNKUSJds/s400/002613400195.jpg%3C/a%3E%22%20border=%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3EThe%20Dark%20Knight%20is%20simply%20the%20best%20movie%20ever%20made%20in%20the%20Batman%20history.%20The%20sequel%20promises%20to%20live%20up%20the%20standard%20and%20expectation,%20it%20is%20far%20greater%20than%20its%20predecessors.%20It"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, that night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIK38bACoGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tk9zNKUSJds/s1600-h/002613400195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224940766371160162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIK38bACoGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/tk9zNKUSJds/s400/002613400195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dark Knight is simply the best movie ever made in the Batman history. The sequel promises to live up the standard and expectation, it is far greater than its predecessors. It's a brilliant movie with fantastic story line that keeps people wondering what will happen next. Heath Ledger as the Joker proved to the audiences that his performance is far extraordinary compared to Jack Nicholson's role as the Joker in 1989's Batman. I was glued to the screen through out the movie and I will definitely watch it for the second time next week! Thanks Rifqi, Ogy and Dunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225044226109291250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIMWCkjzOvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lhrrZZpavlk/s400/rashaad+14540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-4972730623042679965?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/4972730623042679965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=4972730623042679965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4972730623042679965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/4972730623042679965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-my-friends-died.html' title='the Dark Knight'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SIKz4h85QkI/AAAAAAAAALk/WJzovigwmqY/s72-c/rashaad+14533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-5901276716358887156</id><published>2008-07-16T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:02:41.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Chips &amp; Tasty Nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gotouring.com/howdy/book1/images/101-Egypt-Alexandria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.gotouring.com/howdy/book1/images/101-Egypt-Alexandria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was told by my mother about our next vacation to visit my sister in Alexandria and accompany her to Brussels after our visit there. Most probably in the 3rd week of December right after the freaking ACCA exams. The original plan to send her on the 6th October, in the first week of raya and 2 weeks before mock exam were rescinded. I guess I just have to say goodbye to her at the airport and I don't know whether I'm able to do it. It feels like tears dancing in my eyes and every moment of it feels so hard. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://anwaribrahimblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/img_5130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://anwaribrahimblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/img_5130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did I tell you that lately I'm into politics? I mean I really looking forward for the politics agenda in Malaysia and you know how's the politics here but being able to read every interesting story from bloggers and their opinions about politics make me alive in some sort of way. At least there's something new to talk about with my classmate Imran. haha. I was very tense last night when I watched the widely anticipated debate between Anwar Ibrahim and Shabery. Hey at least he has the balls to debate with Anwar, not everyone has the guts to face him unless you are well prepared. Anwar didn't go smooth at first but later he managed it and Shabery at first he was smooth later there's uh - ah at near the end of the debate. Anwar was more to fact but I hate the fact that Shabery used personal attack on him as his defence. wth. And he didn't really answer the first question till the time was out. But by wandering into the realm of the personal, I think Shabery lost major points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SH4bcVPQ4PI/AAAAAAAAALc/vrxEkB01sHs/s1600-h/rashaad+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223642791347806450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SH4bcVPQ4PI/AAAAAAAAALc/vrxEkB01sHs/s200/rashaad+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hurm, I have a lot to say but I think it's too black and white to state here where in real life the situation is colourful and vivid. Anway, my cat Naami (after my younger sister's name Imaan) last weekend was brought to the clinic near our home. Not far away, 5 minutes walk can reach there. Normally we placed the cat in his cage and it will be dreadful to force him inside it and most of the time he refused even if fish is placed inside it, he will left it behind, dare not to go inside. But we forced him anyway and finally he entered. So yeah, brought him there. There were stitches in his left here like the above picture and his ear was bandaged and he had to wear a protector around his neck for 2 weeks to prevent him from scratching his ear. I don't know what it's called but it looks like Astro antenna to me. It's because there were pus clot now he's okay. Sometimes I will use the cotton buds to scratch him. ahhh, poor Naami. Well, normally he likes to fight with other cats because he got balls not like other cats which are very pussy. He's my man! haha. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-5901276716358887156?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/5901276716358887156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=5901276716358887156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5901276716358887156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/5901276716358887156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-morning-he-wakes-up.html' title='Chocolate Chips &amp; Tasty Nuts'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SH4bcVPQ4PI/AAAAAAAAALc/vrxEkB01sHs/s72-c/rashaad+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5940273674544971189.post-898210281016044243</id><published>2008-07-14T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:28:11.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu lagi projek kerajaan BN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SHtXXkkt1AI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BmO60TuNAio/s1600-h/117340_190706-badawi-afpgetty400-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222864255332504578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SHtXXkkt1AI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BmO60TuNAio/s400/117340_190706-badawi-afpgetty400-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today another history has been made. Malaysia Boleh! The unnecessary massive traffic jams. Today I left home exactly 7.30am and arrived at college exactly 9.ooam. Cool eh? Normally it takes me 30 minutes the most to reach Sunway but today shit happened for a reason. Satu lagi projek kerajaan BN! Applause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to be afraid of. Why should there be road blocks everywhere? If the government is transparent and fair, they need not be afraid of the protest. Even if there's a protest near Parliment, it's total bullshit to have road-blocks 5 km radius away from Parliment. Why?&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid that the Parliment might be blown up by the prostesters equipped with C4 just the way Altantuya was blown up? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the oil price is very high nowadays. It's even sky rocketing in August by that time it will probably reach RM 4.00. Today you government wasted our time and money on petrol. Do you know how many millions of ringgit we had lost today by your unworthy road blocks? People came late to work, students came late to colleges. Almost everywhere you could see sea of cars in the highway. The unnecessary traffic jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day a new drama is unfold and we are sick of political gimmicks made by the government. The police cannot be trusted and so does the judiciary system of Malaysia. People are crying in pain in their hearts and the thought of it make people sick. Sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the PM won't step down until June 2010. How long will that be? Another 2 years for the transition of power? The waiting makes the people suffer and there are a lot to be done to recover the trust of rakyat to the government. By that time it's questionable whether the new PM can fulfill this. People will doubt over BN's credibility to regain the trust of rakyat by the 13th General Election in 2013.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll292/alphastable/jangan_undi_bn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5940273674544971189-898210281016044243?l=ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/feeds/898210281016044243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5940273674544971189&amp;postID=898210281016044243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/898210281016044243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5940273674544971189/posts/default/898210281016044243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahmadrashaad.blogspot.com/2008/07/satu-lagi-projek-kerajaan-bn.html' title='Satu lagi projek kerajaan BN!'/><author><name>Ahmad Rashaad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04444304852864685836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS4RUzsKodQ/SHtXXkkt1AI/AAAAAAAAAKI/BmO60TuNAio/s72-c/117340_190706-badawi-afpgetty400-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
