<?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-9624067</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:41:36.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewinding These Tracks</title><subtitle type='html'>test 1 2 3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Haziq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01677113540090824037</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9624067.post-111177433018306482</id><published>2005-03-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T02:17:25.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rewind...play.&lt;/span&gt;Ok. So you dreamt about her. In a world ..where the sun was shining *brightly* in the *velvet sky*, angels were singing, the birds were chirping, teletubbies came out to play,pigs were flying(and Hadi was..ermm..himself.. haha), the world was at peace,Bush was really a bush.. there she was.. full of aura.. smiling at you..and you couldn't help smiling back.. She was there when you needed her the most.. and you were there protecting her from danger..had a lot of fun.. laughed together..especially when she fell down ice skating and pulled you down along too when you tried to help her up.. cried together..when you wiped the tears off her cheek and and tell her that everything's gonna be just fine.. *sighs.. you felt like you knew her for years.. when back in school (ZAP!) you barely even talk to her. ..Juz made you wanna come up to her and say ''hey! you left your ice-skating glove in my bag the other day.. huh? dont you remember me? don't you remember us??'' .. i mean how could she.. All those time spent were lost.. juz like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*SMACK! wake up ziq.. it never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But if only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hehe..yea.. crazy..stupid.. whatever you wanna call it..i know.. Anyway! Talk about ice skating, whoa..had a lot of fun doing it yesterday with the guyz.. and oh yea..one girl-syifaa..syikaka!! ..and ohh finally! can do backskating already.. always wanted to do that.. heh. awesome time.. awesomely tiring.. then comes spongebob squarepants... izzati tagged along..and so it was 3 guys and a girl this time... great way to forget about the common test.. dont wanna think about it.. Arghh!! i juz did!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;..oh well.. till next time ppl.. i write more in the future since common test's over now.. Arghh!! i juz did it again!!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9624067-111177433018306482?l=spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/111177433018306482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9624067&amp;postID=111177433018306482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/111177433018306482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/111177433018306482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/2005/03/rewind_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Haziq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01677113540090824037</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-9624067.post-111060552903239382</id><published>2005-03-12T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T14:40:46.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rewin&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;...Play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ShhhhhhhhhssSShhhhh...tet..tet .tet.. tooooooooooot....zet zet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:..*@#%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..*@#%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!! ...beep beep... 'hi!im bored'...ShhhhhssshHHhh..tooooooot..bzz bzz...shhhShh...tooot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*white noise*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9624067-111060552903239382?l=spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/111060552903239382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9624067&amp;postID=111060552903239382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/111060552903239382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/111060552903239382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/2005/03/rewind_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Haziq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01677113540090824037</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-9624067.post-110999974261033405</id><published>2005-03-05T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T20:57:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rewind...play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Helloo ppl!! Itz me.. erm..Itz really me.. Im real ..Itz Haziq bloggin again..This is not a hoax..i repeat! and this is certainly not the sis.. heh.whoa.. k..woke up late in the mornin today..to.. watch.. Power Ranger Ninja Storm!! with my lil brother.. Juz tot of spending time with him.. and hmm.. power ranger nowadays soo kool huh.. hee.k datz beside the point.. not dat im into it or anythin but i juz miss him..no not red ranger but my lil bro..rarely spend time with him nowadays and his goin to have an operation soon..cuz derez a lump in his gum and i fear itz sumth serious.. u noe..*sighs...&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz! yesterday was a reeaally awesome night..First gig with CRY and itz real fun!Glad my frenz came.. 2 commercial songs and 2 originals at the first part and then we ended with our slow song later in the night.. we were sweating all over man..good workout. And so were other bands.. :) and the hip hoppers..breakdancers..hot sexy mamas..wow! Turns me on... hehe..to the song la..haiya Oookay.. juz love the crowd..not too many not too lil..juz a nice cosy gathering for everyone..except when ppl were jumping around, dancing , climbing the tables and bumping on me when i was playing..mm..yea it was cosy..and ziz, bertabah k.. seriously u didnt do horribly la..and stop sayin that..haha.. like i said, sound system can be a lil sucky la at times..ahh..itz a learnin experience for everyone ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;However!! In the mean time during that night, ''bzz bzz bzz..'' (my hp) -1 msg received. '' Hey, ur big bro here..me and ur sister are coming! ...'' ..wow..okay.. and off they went to a place called PJC. *the sounds of crickets.. crick crick.. And to the LTs they searched ..near and far..high and low.. Mmm.. where could Haziq and the rest of the ppl be... and then suddenly! my sister- ''errr.. Bakim.. mm.. i think Bajik said TJC, not PJC.. heh. (*^_^)''.. wahahah!!.. Welcome to the selenge club.. And the story ended with them watching a movie instead and getting scolded by their parents cuz they didnt ask them.. sheesh.. heheh.. but hey, thanx anway.. appreciate it ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..and now fiza is ajaking me for the college gig thingy tonite.. ohh man.. but a student got to do wat a student got to do.. i feel soo inspired to study now.. Itz about time i show off the Aces.. wahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9624067-110999974261033405?l=spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110999974261033405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9624067&amp;postID=110999974261033405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110999974261033405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110999974261033405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/2005/03/rewind.html' title=''/><author><name>Haziq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01677113540090824037</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-9624067.post-110985491809040762</id><published>2005-03-03T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:01:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellllloooo everyone!! joy, i'm online and updating :) i'm surprised the sky hasn't fallen down yet. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love hazimah very very much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha. lol. this so doesn't sound like bajik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9624067-110985491809040762?l=spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110985491809040762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9624067&amp;postID=110985491809040762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110985491809040762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110985491809040762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/2005/03/hellllloooo-everyone-joy-im-online-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Haziq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01677113540090824037</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-9624067.post-110838301508405868</id><published>2005-02-14T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T20:13:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rewind...Play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Valentines day! Ooo..shokolats.. That's all i can think of.. All day..devouring them.. ahh.. mm..Could have gone out with her.. or them.. but nah.. home sweet home...got the 3 women i love- Mom, sis and ..Siti.. erm.. she's the guitar btw. hee. But i've come to like valentines day tho. Everyone seemed to be smiling.. like they're expecting someth..haha.. ''Haziq! wherez our flowers!'' haha..S06 girls.. extra friendly atmosphere..Dis yrz better.. Last yr i was busy quarrelling..ok letz not get into dat..hee.and not to forget.. a whole lotz of shokolats..oh mentioned alreadie. oh yea Hadi, sori i threw the wrappers in ur bag.. unconscious liao..haha.. ingat ape la dier tertengking2 cam nak giler tadi.. ishk ishk. And now hard to get rid of the celak.. but Eunice liked it. hah! ok it can stay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9624067-110838301508405868?l=spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110838301508405868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9624067&amp;postID=110838301508405868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110838301508405868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110838301508405868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/2005/02/rewind_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Haziq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01677113540090824037</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-9624067.post-110830009685055029</id><published>2005-02-13T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T21:08:16.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rewind...Play.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;arghhhhhhhh! you know, i just lost nice looong post. stupid computer. well. okay. hello. i'm haziq's female equivalent. right now he's singing and playing on his guitar. yeah well. i'm supposed to update for him because he's too lazy. but don't worry i'll make all my posts interesting :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh oh oh! guess what :D bajik's wearing eyeliner today! i mean, tonight. mm. he looks kind of gothic. and i put it on for him. -grins. he's gonna wear it to school tomorrow. are you, bajik? maybe, he replies. and then he says, sunat. and then kwangkwangkwang, he goes. what kind of weird laughing is that? no one goes kwangkwangkwang in real life. so now bajik's wondering whether kwangkwangkwang is actually a real laugh or not. what do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;he's still playing on his guitar. i tell you, he's married to the thing. sheesh. okay, i'm supposed to say that i'm writing nonsense. that's what he thinks. oh yes, i'm supposed to give all you loyal *coughcough* readers out there a blow-by-blow accoint of what he's doing. er yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you know what? my friend emil from my school said that bajik's very popular in his own school. is he? &lt;em&gt;is he is he???&lt;/em&gt; mwahahaha. i'm being so irritating. he cant stand (without) me. -smirks. so. is he really that popular? and emil says right, that umm... he's so popular among the girls? is that true? eee... what's there to see? you prolly cant see him anyway, cos he's too short. hahahaha. i'm such a hypocrite. i'm short myself. :) now he says he's downgrading us, as in literally. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so nowww... i'll have to say nice things about him because i'm criticising him too much. sigh, no freedom of speech i tell you. okayy... fine. umm... he looks good in celak? and... he's funny? yeah he's funny. he has lots of bad hair days though. do i? he questions. yes, i reply, ever the updating secretary. now he's being stupid, speaking into the fan. you'll be wondering if he really is 18. okay, now i'm side tracking because i'm supposed to say nice things. k, here's a nice thing: he taught me how to draw! haha. but that was like ages ago. err... what else? ummmmm... what are there really any more nice things to say? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hah. i bet you all are bored now. but don't worry, bajik will answer his own tags. &lt;em&gt;riiiight bajik?&lt;/em&gt; -looks sharply. a secretary has to to what a secretary has to do. so until next time, this little sister's outttt...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9624067-110830009685055029?l=spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110830009685055029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9624067&amp;postID=110830009685055029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110830009685055029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110830009685055029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/2005/02/rewind_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Haziq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01677113540090824037</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-9624067.post-110794896935227885</id><published>2005-02-09T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T19:38:14.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rewind...Play.&lt;/span&gt;Due to popular demand, itz about time i blog sumth fer the day ya..haha.. ok letz start yesterday.. Nor had to call my house in the mornin cuz i was really late for the GPA rehearsal thingy..oh sumone had to play the rebana u noe..i mean who else? haha.. not very good la.. im juz dat extra guy sumwhere in the corner..and as usual, ran around the house to get myself ready and in search of missing items..i lost my wallet! 3rd time. argh..hate it. itz not even under my bed. *sighs.. So im currently with no identity in this country and desperately in need of syilings for bus rides.. ok den after de GPA thingy, met de bandmates at Alvron.. practiced for the gigs to come..(hate the gadgets dere) and when i was plannin to join the guys at Sentosa!!(Ooo..de chicos ..), Hakeem had to call from town and invite me n Man to taunt at his place.. Chinese NY coundown! haha! Oh whatahack.. besides, derez a chinese in me n itz a lil too late fer Sentosa..And so we did. Hanis n Zul too.. oh not de best sleepover.. cuz we were watchin a japanese horror movie without subtitles.how dumb. And dere was no food! besides the lemau kueh kueh raye! wahaha.. ishkk. Survival man.. felt like eating his goldfishes..oh lucky dere was Xbox.. to quenched my thirst..haha..let boys be boys.. haha.. Singin in the middle of the night..bla bla bla..Aziz came the nxt mornin..which is dis mornin..for band practice with hakeem.. Helped them with this and that.. den we ate at a nearby coffeeshop in the afternoon and chatted all the way till evenin..finally, some real food.. and quality time too i must say.. And now im back home...moving foward to finding my goddam wallet quest..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9624067-110794896935227885?l=spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110794896935227885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9624067&amp;postID=110794896935227885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110794896935227885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110794896935227885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/2005/02/rewind_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Haziq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01677113540090824037</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-9624067.post-110743657910572742</id><published>2005-02-03T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:19:27.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rewind...Play&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls and boys. They can never be best fwens huh. Especially when derez physical attractions. Oh sure deny it all u want.. 'Study' buddies..The single people wudnt wanna be single while the attached, the other way around in time..The good-looking ppl'd play 'hard to get instead'..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but what do we youngsters know about love..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Ring ring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Boy:Helo darling..need to tell you something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Girl:Yea? I've miss you so much.. Before anything i need to tell u that i love you lotz..so what is it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Boy:Had an accident..lost an arm and a leg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Girl:Err..ok i take that back..*hangs up..tooooot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-Conditional Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Is it a game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Girl: Sure i slept we've 23 guys but i've been giving it a shot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The worse thing is to be committed to someone whom you know you're probably gonna break up with sometime..what's the whole point in that?Interviewed a mat and he said..''Oh longest relationship was 2 yrs and a quarter..we were not meant to be la.. (mat2:that long ar?!)and the fastest was 2 days..Fast game punya! ''..haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It needs time..really..you'd have to be sure that there's future with that someone i guess.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Respect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Boy: Pala b***!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Trust, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Girl: You were looking at that chiobu!! i didnt see but i know you were!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;loyalty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Boy: Dont worry, she wont find out.. Fast game punya!! (haha))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And tolerance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Girl: If you dont like it, break up la!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;... shud also be as one whole package.. For those of you who have that, i salute you! In short, it shudnt be purely based on mushi mushi stuff u noe.. until goin to the cinema's not about watching the movies anymore..haha..shudnt be the case.. but..bleah!.. what do i know about these lurvy durvy stuffs.. im juz an innocent guy tryin to fit in the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;*Story based on true accounts.. (haha!kidding!)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9624067-110743657910572742?l=spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110743657910572742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9624067&amp;postID=110743657910572742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110743657910572742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110743657910572742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/2005/02/rewind.html' title=''/><author><name>Haziq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01677113540090824037</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-9624067.post-110709127678087719</id><published>2005-01-30T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T21:39:58.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rewind...play.&lt;/span&gt;Whoa..this is weird..me?..blogging?Pigs are probably gonna fly later on,Michael Jackson's probably gonna be black again, Hadi is probably handsome, ..oh my,.. whatz happenin to the world now..The great Fahmi once said,''Ziq, juz write what u can think of only.. it will flow..'' Those wise words.. Followed by some echoes,''..it will flow..it will flow''.. whoa..he's right.. it IS flowing! no actuallie itz not.. oh how i envy him for his writing skills..my first sentence is his 2nd paragraph..see that speed of his..He slept during karangan for half an hour while i panicked at the last minute..and on top of that, he passed while i failed. And somehow, it triggered a song in my mind..-'eye of the tiger.mp3'.. motivational. That's it. Something has to be done..'If you cant beat them, join them'..my great great grandfather once told me that.. And so i did as he said.. now, he blogs, i blog..he reads, i read too.. he stoned, i stoned.. nothin can go wrong.. this time.. i'm gonna pass GP.. woohoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way, yesterday jammin session was awesome..did some recordings.. gonna send the samples to hollywood now(cey!!).. gonna cry for CRY.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had pergas today.. and she really reminded me of her.. her smile. *currently in a world of flowers falling from the white sky.. *sighs..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aight, that's about it i guess for my first entry..still learnin on how the blog works..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;'May you find you all find your missing pieces in life'..(oops that's fahmi's line..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9624067-110709127678087719?l=spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110709127678087719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9624067&amp;postID=110709127678087719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110709127678087719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110709127678087719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/2005/01/rewind.html' title=''/><author><name>Haziq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01677113540090824037</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-9624067.post-110706411574126672</id><published>2005-01-30T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:23:04.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If i were gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I were gay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are Dear old friends&lt;br /&gt;You and i drunk again&lt;br /&gt;laughs have been had&lt;br /&gt;tears have been shed&lt;br /&gt;maybe the whisky has gone to my head&lt;br /&gt;But if i were gay i would give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;and if i were gay you'd be my work of art&lt;br /&gt;and if i were gay we would swim in romance&lt;br /&gt;but im not gay so get your hand out of my pants&lt;br /&gt;its not that i dont care i do&lt;br /&gt;i just dont see myself in you&lt;br /&gt;another time another scene&lt;br /&gt;i'd be right behind you if you know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;Coz if i were gay i would give soul&lt;br /&gt;and if i were gay i would give you my whole... being and&lt;br /&gt;if i were gay we would tear down the walls&lt;br /&gt;But I'm Not gay so wont you stop cupping my Ba...err.. Hand! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9624067-110706411574126672?l=spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/110706411574126672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9624067&amp;postID=110706411574126672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110706411574126672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9624067/posts/default/110706411574126672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spot-of-the-blog.blogspot.com/2005/01/if-i-were-gay.html' title='If i were gay'/><author><name>Haziq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01677113540090824037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
