<?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-483715495097852307</id><updated>2012-02-10T18:16:40.202-08:00</updated><category term='physics'/><category term='other'/><category term='astronomy'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='biology'/><title type='text'>ni boleh tukar ke?</title><subtitle type='html'>tempat ni untuk tulis apa?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-4645731472533909514</id><published>2011-08-14T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T03:54:34.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The comrades</title><content type='html'>so zameer handed me a box of what seemed to be chicken nuggets as we waited for the others at the new block. what felt like hours sitting there just the two of us was hardly even two minutes. tonight we are attempting what people might say is un-atemptable. we are going to break into the office. to steal. the AS results. :o&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;it was 3.am and it was as quiet as an exam hall except for the loud wind whistling over lembah beringin. Megat and the others arrived at the rendezvous point as planned. i swallowed my last chicken nugget and walked up to him, "you dont have to do this," i whispered in fear of the guards hearing us. i could see from the look on megat's face,he realised the consequences of this mission, his scholarship could be revoked, stripped off his house-captainship and a criminal record that wouldn't really look nice with his ucas form. with all our ucas forms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;nadeem lead the first battalion of junior topazians silently pass the it lab corridor. i got a text message from amir harris, the seniors are waiting at the guard house. somehow fez managed to sneak up behind one of the guards and cleanly executed the &lt;i&gt;masterlock&lt;/i&gt; while radhie knocked out the female guard with his beak. me and zameer were hanging from the aircond vent (i didnt know we had one of these) in the accounts department, avoiding the laser sensors. all the junior topazians somehow managed to form a human ladder (it was mindbogglingly awesome i swear), and lifted nadeem onto the college roof. as one of the guards flashed hi light towards the rc, a myriad of poisson tipped arrows blocked out the moon and bathed the guard with authentic sarawakian venom. "shhh, we observe complete silence" hazman exclaimed as he gave OG a hive five. everything was going according to plan. we managed to put down three guards while still maintaining our ninja-like swagger. me and zameer were struggling to balance ourselves mid air, we were supported by the rope they used during life savers club meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;the body of the guard recently taken down by hazman and his team of sarawakian headhunters was pulled into a nearby AHU room. a junior diamonder i of whom failed to learn his name took the keys out his pocket. it opened the the power room where keri did his magic. a few wires were cut here and there and poof, the laser sensors were gone. zameer and i were lowered onto the accounts department floor. we rummaged through the drawers, the cabinets, the files. "eureka," zameer exclaimed. the key to the exams office. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;we broke into the exams office at 3.25 am. it was dark and quite except for the x-pax advertisement playing on the prepaid vending machine outside. we hacked into the college system in a matter of seconds. sweat was pouring profusely across my forehead. my fingers hammered the keyboards as cool green glowing binary codes flashed across the screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;exactly at 3.30am nadeem fired a red flare form atop the college roof. sam burst through the gates with the seniors in his escalade. i lifted my &lt;i&gt;kain pelekat&lt;/i&gt; and ran across the orde cosmos and into the car. sam floored it. we were home free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;then i woke up. i was on my bed in my room p-11-b. double six, single three. no adin singing in the toilet. no rushdan and chaq in aqil's room, doing their bio homework. no radhie to greet you when you pass p-10. no fikri swabbing his booger on your arm. no arvind in his bermuda shorts having breakfast at the dh. no jahar to cut your hair. no blonde to blondify your life. this is the KY i wake up in now. so i went back to sleep, hoping i would dream about chicken nuggets. rather that than 2 blocks of malaysian studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/483715495097852307-4645731472533909514?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/4645731472533909514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-6970583659120796010</id><published>2011-06-11T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:38:46.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The coetaneity</title><content type='html'>Dry soot was gently raining&lt;div&gt;from the soft purple sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One landed on my nose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you brushed it aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must dusk turn to evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sweep the hues goodbye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i should stop complaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because tomorrow I'd hear her hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one thing that she knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that her smile makes things alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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coetaneity'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-8115090266232694709</id><published>2011-03-26T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T12:54:29.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cold water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOOnu2vbqFU/TY5BBiCe72I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ssVsabW5Z-8/s1600/hot%2Bwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOOnu2vbqFU/TY5BBiCe72I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ssVsabW5Z-8/s400/hot%2Bwater.jpg" border="0" alt="" 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title='The cold water'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/-iOOnu2vbqFU/TY5BBiCe72I/AAAAAAAAAdE/ssVsabW5Z-8/s72-c/hot%2Bwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-4519621518246753581</id><published>2011-03-21T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:45:11.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The contention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bimpHxhEGQ/TYddqSyUlVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3ZXnNMj9fHc/s1600/contention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bimpHxhEGQ/TYddqSyUlVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3ZXnNMj9fHc/s400/contention.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586536843955180882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;INITIATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels kinda awkward blogging again after such a long period of absence. i even forgot how to start writing and stuff. so howdy, and welcome back. i've been busy preparing for my preparations for AS trials and AS. This way i'd be as twice as prepared. suck on that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;PROPAGATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the moment i'm stuck with my chemistry homework (where stuck here means im tired and i cant bring myself to do another question without banging my head against my table shouting 'LOUD NOISES'). on another note, i've been meaning to blog about some stuff and shit so here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some graphs of light from the not quite recent KYUEM battle of the bands 2011 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rNC3ZWozghk/TYdosJfwSxI/AAAAAAAAAbU/4MZwhxBej7M/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586548970449029906" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvRG8MGnges/TYdtBE-D40I/AAAAAAAAAb8/-Bjj8Jrba9k/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cvRG8MGnges/TYdtBE-D40I/AAAAAAAAAb8/-Bjj8Jrba9k/s400/6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586553728057729858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfBriwk19Oc/TYdosfUvCVI/AAAAAAAAAbc/KXKELx6BS5Y/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586548976308390226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nsw88eJBFM/TYdq2f5ZVGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3qKXLY_QJvQ/s1600/3a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nsw88eJBFM/TYdq2f5ZVGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3qKXLY_QJvQ/s400/3a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586551347284104290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MojJC86EGZs/TYdq2tGcH-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/JInUUieE_PQ/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MojJC86EGZs/TYdq2tGcH-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/JInUUieE_PQ/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586551350828474338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OgSZhOtVvjQ/TYdtA59vkrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Ug5L-47b12k/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OgSZhOtVvjQ/TYdtA59vkrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Ug5L-47b12k/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586553725103608498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the night started out with a few bands rockin out and ended with a few bands winning stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometime after the battle of the bands, myself along with some friends volunteered to help Puan Jas facilitate a motivational seminar for the UPSR students of SK Lembah Beringin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n8LRMtco94M/TYd5yNl9l1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/41_H_Xn2suY/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n8LRMtco94M/TYd5yNl9l1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/41_H_Xn2suY/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586567766325696338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_K0b7jGBMw/TYd5xp6B48I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Rr9z4uAf__I/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_K0b7jGBMw/TYd5xp6B48I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Rr9z4uAf__I/s400/7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586567756746187714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9LV6Ha_IBY/TYd1zmpZ2hI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IJQ88WGocZQ/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9LV6Ha_IBY/TYd1zmpZ2hI/AAAAAAAAAcs/IJQ88WGocZQ/s400/6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586563392184375826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGbf4V7k9l4/TYd1zYjLrrI/AAAAAAAAAck/5V2wW8DuO0Q/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGbf4V7k9l4/TYd1zYjLrrI/AAAAAAAAAck/5V2wW8DuO0Q/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586563388400185010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJmzVyahdm0/TYd0Sr9fiZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/YN0hi2gcNwI/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aJmzVyahdm0/TYd0Sr9fiZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/YN0hi2gcNwI/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586561727163500946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ2cABT1q6g/TYd0STpf0tI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oE3-blpw210/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ2cABT1q6g/TYd0STpf0tI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oE3-blpw210/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586561720637182674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9GNISsdTg8/TYdwSohRu8I/AAAAAAAAAcE/l0EkOvYZ_bg/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9GNISsdTg8/TYdwSohRu8I/AAAAAAAAAcE/l0EkOvYZ_bg/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9GNISsdTg8/TYdwSohRu8I/AAAAAAAAAcE/l0EkOvYZ_bg/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586557328193338306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9GNISsdTg8/TYdwSohRu8I/AAAAAAAAAcE/l0EkOvYZ_bg/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rAu-4J7tArA/TYdwSw4-I1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/adygLYnqydU/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586557330440201042" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, there was an ice breaking session to make the kids feel comfortable with each other and the facilitators. after that they were divided into groups and we were assigned to a group each. my group was the coolest, hands down. the kids were learned a lot of useful skills such as mind mapping, the skill of listening, and self reflecting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my favorite part was when we get to lead them out of the hall and teach them informally in the outdoors. this was good as it broadens their horizons of the vast possibilities of science and creation. i personally thought them to question everything. everything from the grass they walk on to the sky we all take for granted. why do trees need to grow? why is the sky blue? what is lightning? how is water absorbed into the roots of the tree and transported to the extremities of the plant? apart from sparking their interest in science and knowledge beyond their syllabus, i managed to sharpen their grasp of english and at the same time improve my communication skills. its different when you talk to kids as their minds easily wonder. but this does not mean they lack the attention span and makes them a poor student, i always ask them, what are you thinking? its amazing what children can imagine, if only we could tap into their fragile minds, and see for ourselves the wonderfulness of their imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the end of the day i was well bushed. even so, the seminar was a success, the kids i assume went home with a same vision, to excel. i think i can speak for all of us when i say that it was truly delightful that we were given the chance to inspire these children and at the same time learn so much from them. the knowledge that you've made a little difference if not a big impact was rewarding enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;TERMINATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i wish i could write more about the UPSR seminar but i've spent quite a long time here now and i think i'll get back to work. im gonna probably do some maths coz you know what they say, 'do some maths, then only will you appreciate chemistry'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/483715495097852307-4519621518246753581?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/4519621518246753581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=4519621518246753581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/4519621518246753581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/4519621518246753581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2011/03/contention.html' title='The contention'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/-7bimpHxhEGQ/TYddqSyUlVI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3ZXnNMj9fHc/s72-c/contention.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-7484030146226815271</id><published>2011-01-29T23:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:16:52.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the composition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;scratch card glory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will get back to you on this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;in ten years. maybe&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/483715495097852307-3796388819894286569?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/3796388819894286569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=3796388819894286569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3796388819894286569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-2026893925850943871</id><published>2010-11-05T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:49:26.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cheque</title><content type='html'>i just received my first cheque of RM70.15 from nuffnang. its not much but i would like to thank my reader(s) for all your support. keep on coming to my blog yea to increase my traffic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-2026893925850943871?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/2026893925850943871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-1062160989120256042</id><published>2010-10-10T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:18:19.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The consequence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TLFLAKoAyRI/AAAAAAAAAag/HS5rf6CyCmE/s1600/toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TLFLAKoAyRI/AAAAAAAAAag/HS5rf6CyCmE/s400/toast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526280683984570642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm returning to college this afternoon. probably will be getting some of my sem exam papers tomorrow. will definitely be getting my biology papers. hope i did well. wish i did better.&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/483715495097852307-1062160989120256042?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/1062160989120256042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=1062160989120256042&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1062160989120256042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1062160989120256042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/10/consequence.html' title='The consequence'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TLFLAKoAyRI/AAAAAAAAAag/HS5rf6CyCmE/s72-c/toast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-5170399457524370248</id><published>2010-09-25T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T02:37:43.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The conflict</title><content type='html'>first and foremost, this is a serious post and should be read in a monotonous serious tone. i want to talk about the topaz against the world epidemic that i sense is happening in this college. All this talk about housism is non-existent, there is no such thing as housism here. there is only Topazism. it is obvious that every house is against Topaz.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i the only one who sees this? i know how much Garnet and Sapphire wants to smite Topaz. Eat them up and spit them out. that's what was basically induced into us juniors, brain-washed into thinking that Topaz are the single most heinous house that should be shunned. For instance, they even scolded us for mentioning the word 'Topaz' or the 'T' word. Now isn't that a little too extreme? in my honest opinion, this practice of topazism shouldn't be carried on in our batch. let whatever happened in previous batch/batches stay there among the seniors. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't think its fair for the batch 13 topaz juniors to be booed and discriminated just because they are topazians. we should support our batch just like we were thought to during induction week. remember BA and CP? remember how efficient we were? how close we were? infact, i don't even think the seniors deserve it either. some of the best and most influential people in my life who made my stay here in college a wonderful one are topazians. as much as i'd like to name each and every topazian who kyuem-dified my expirience here, i'm just going to name a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Radhie, the first senior to welcome me to this college in person is a topazian. Muzzamir, one of my batch-mates whom i feel most comfortable with gender-wise is also a topazian. Arvind, the person who finds the time to teach me and Muzzamir biology amidst juggling his studies and his duties as the academics exco is also a topazian. i dont see the topazzy values thats hyped about in our house taklims. i dont see the so called 'topaz arrogance' in these people. even in guys like Zikri, Naj, and Razin, weren't at all topazifying in how they treated us(juniors). i even woke Aziz up in the middle of the night to help me when i had troubles with my Garnet video, he didn't dismiss me even though i am in a way competing with his video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once, a Diamonder told me their only aim right now is to beat Topaz. From my point of view, if Topaz deserves to win tonight, then they should. Each and everyone of us, Topazians, Garnetrons, Sapphireans and Diamonders alike, have worked really hard for Boria, and we shouldn't be to engrossed in our own house fanatism. its not that i don't have the enthusiasm in winning tonight, hell, im all about winning tonight. i would just like to see all of us supporting and cheering for each other when we perform tonight. regardless of who wins lets all have fun as kyuem students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what im trying to say is, we as a student body shouldn't be narrow minded and be a little more matured and professional. set aside what they said or did in the past, and support each other regardless of which house we belong to. the spirit of competition is good and should be maintained, but at the same time it should be healthy. let us discontinue this culture. we don't want batch 13.5, 14 and the batches to come to hate Topaz for no reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am fawwaz rasydan and i am not a Topazian. I am a red hot garnetron, but i support Topaz rights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-5170399457524370248?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/5170399457524370248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=5170399457524370248&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/5170399457524370248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/5170399457524370248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/09/conflict.html' title='The conflict'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-8521687166741580503</id><published>2010-09-16T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:21:11.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cranium</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Problem statement: &lt;/span&gt;does studying long hours increase the size of the brain thus increasing its mass as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Aim: &lt;/span&gt;to identify whether it is possible to increase the mass of the brain by studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hypothesis: &lt;/span&gt;the longer the time you spend studying, the bigger your brain gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Variables:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;manipulated variable: &lt;/span&gt;i don't think there is one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;constant variable:&lt;/span&gt; subject that is being studied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;responding variable:&lt;/span&gt; mass of brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Materials and apparatus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  a weighing scale, a human subject/specimen (preferably someone literate), a text book, table, stopwatch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  first of all, weigh the body and the brain of the specimen together. make sure the brain is still inside the skull throughout the experiment. this is because if the brain is taken out to be weighed separately it may be fatal for the specimen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) record initial mass of specimen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) make the specimen sit down. give the specimen a chemistry book.  make the specimen read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) after an hour, weigh the specimen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) repeat the steps 3-4 a few more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJItlvAwBrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/C8W7gI4IZgI/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJItlvAwBrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/C8W7gI4IZgI/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517522619780302514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJItlCXx40I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Q_6pBYmPKdc/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJItlCXx40I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Q_6pBYmPKdc/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517522607797297986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJItkHKGc0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/dWjVgMkfrRY/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJItkHKGc0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/dWjVgMkfrRY/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517522591902233410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJItk3bFV0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/H72OfGVZw-o/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJItk3bFV0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/H72OfGVZw-o/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517522604858365762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJItm2dJl4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/E2JQBC1cBS0/s1600/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJItm2dJl4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/E2JQBC1cBS0/s400/table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517522638958335874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJIt6xKTViI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DrZmFCOC9P8/s1600/graph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJIt6xKTViI/AAAAAAAAAaY/DrZmFCOC9P8/s400/graph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517522981134489122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;based on the gragh above, it appears that the mass of the brain does not increase. my theory is either the subject has not reached or achieved the optimum amount of knowledge that enables the brain to grow mass wise, or the subject isn't interested in chemistry and he doesn't understand a single thing in that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hypothesis unaccepted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-8521687166741580503?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8521687166741580503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8521687166741580503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8521687166741580503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8521687166741580503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/09/cornerstone.html' title='The cranium'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TJItlvAwBrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/C8W7gI4IZgI/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-3644993159914005179</id><published>2010-09-08T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T06:15:46.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The celebration</title><content type='html'>from the desk of Fawwaz Rasydan, an excerpt from my thesis for my course in philosophy of kuih raya management and finance, i bring to you some of my findings.  behold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXHIBIT A&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TIeI979vP1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/a_qIa3XXsEc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TIeI979vP1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/a_qIa3XXsEc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514526866388500306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXHIBIT B&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TIeI9UyctrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Fr5RoswuELs/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TIeI9UyctrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Fr5RoswuELs/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514526855872165554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(samprit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXHIBIT C&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TIeI8zTEMZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZkiSLZn8wr8/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TIeI8zTEMZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZkiSLZn8wr8/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514526846882165138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;XZIBIT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TIeI8gObbMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/PucdJeSvbgE/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TIeI8gObbMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/PucdJeSvbgE/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514526841762442434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food for thought. think about it. and have a selamat hari raya, apologies from both the zahir and the batin perspectives. have a safe journey to and home from the village. wear your seat belts when you see the cops, and send my regards to your grandparents if they are still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-3644993159914005179?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/3644993159914005179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=3644993159914005179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3644993159914005179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3644993159914005179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/09/celebration.html' title='The celebration'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TIeI979vP1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/a_qIa3XXsEc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-5061491966720978003</id><published>2010-08-31T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:21:43.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The can</title><content type='html'>reserved post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-5061491966720978003?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/5061491966720978003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=5061491966720978003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/5061491966720978003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/5061491966720978003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/08/can.html' title='The can'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-387443396164945235</id><published>2010-07-31T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:56:39.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The college</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TFQi69s-gLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1LuLntoGXGw/s1600/kolej+yayasan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TFQi69s-gLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1LuLntoGXGw/s400/kolej+yayasan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500059441317183666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;20th July 2010, 9.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;people would come up to me and ask me 'hey which school were you from?' and i'd say that i'm from smk bukit jelutong and they'd nod and stroke their chin as though they actually know that school. then i'd add shah alam at the back, so now its 'im from smk bukit jelutong shah alam. some would pretend they know what im talking about, and some would reply 'oh, shah alam seksyen berapa?'. there aren't any sections unfortunately, its just bukit jelutong. or seksyen u8 if you wanna be technical about it, but nobody really says that. so i gave up explaining people where im from i'd just say smkbj and they'd be 'oh i see, sports school eh?'. and i'll just play along even though i wasn't so sure if they were referring to bukit jalil or bukit jambul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;21st July, 12.26 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i spend my free time before bed picking my nose, this continued for few more nights until i slowly dropped the habit, i started making more friends and hanging at their chalets. but the first night of course was very engaging, i discovered parts of my nose i never knew. once i've acquired my first booger in ky, i started to panic, in my room at home i have a tissue box next to my bed so i can just wipe my late night findings without getting up from bed. but that night my tissue box was still in my bag that i've left half unpacked. so i rolled my booger into a ball and flicked it over the partition into my chalet mates room. i don't know if it made it or if it fell back into my room because it was dark. to me, i sleep easier at ky than at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TFQsxHUZ3cI/AAAAAAAAAYo/roDgOLsCUHs/s1600/nwos8ejz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TFQsxHUZ3cI/AAAAAAAAAYo/roDgOLsCUHs/s400/nwos8ejz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500070267216059842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;21st July, 7.50 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my first breakfast in ky. i had toast, baked beans, scrambled eggs and sausages. so far the food is good, i haven't once complained and i look forward to meals at the dh everyday. though sometimes if i have free blocks, i'd wake up much later, so i'd have to eat my breakfast at the cafeteria instead. i hate spending money, but some nights me and Muzzamir, my chalet neighbor,  would call the dh guy to order burgers to be delivered to his room, so the guys would hang around there and we'd have a burger each. Apart from that, dominoes  kinda pretty much burned my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/IMG00222-20100726-1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/IMG00222-20100726-1943.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/IMG00224-20100726-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/IMG00224-20100726-2008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/IMG00223-20100726-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/IMG00223-20100726-2006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;28th July, 8.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batch 12's one year anniversary, the juniors had to organize a sort of event to celebrate their one year here at ky. me and my second uncle Eijas were emceeing that night, so we had the least amount of work to do. funnily we were messing around during the preparation while the others are ripping each other's lungs out, which was pretty funny to me because seriously my fellow batchmates look so nice and reserved. so to ease the situation i tried helping out here and there particularly in the props department and throw some lame jokes around to make people laugh, but making people here laugh isnt easy, especially during BA preparation time, on average their reactions will be like this -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs110.ash2/38838_448210471409_691766409_6109778_4957232_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs110.ash2/38838_448210471409_691766409_6109778_4957232_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs123.ash2/39509_448211556409_691766409_6109844_5167134_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs123.ash2/39509_448211556409_691766409_6109844_5167134_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ticket free untuk kene marah sebab tak buat kerja&lt;br /&gt;From left: me, zehan, zatie, eleena, sham, and eijas. acap buntal aka tank on the trolley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs237.snc4/39171_424703688570_805468570_4712248_7951614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs237.snc4/39171_424703688570_805468570_4712248_7951614_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my milkshake brings all the girls to the yard + amal satu kat belakang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs115.ash2/39086_455527885324_643620324_6661457_3812940_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs115.ash2/39086_455527885324_643620324_6661457_3812940_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emcees trying to be funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs248.snc4/39750_422423721892_779881892_4589651_4517205_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs248.snc4/39750_422423721892_779881892_4589651_4517205_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showing up at cp practice wearing singlet and sticky fabric (kain pelekat)&lt;br /&gt;From left : muzzamir, me, eijas. tas sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs094.ash2/38035_422423531892_779881892_4589649_3955391_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs094.ash2/38035_422423531892_779881892_4589649_3955391_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it got cold&lt;br /&gt;From top: me, eijas, acap buntal / tank, muzzamir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs212.snc4/38914_448215871409_691766409_6110083_854084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs212.snc4/38914_448215871409_691766409_6110083_854084_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after BA&lt;br /&gt;From left: fifi, haniesha, arvin academics exco, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;29th July, 5.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscom book sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/IMG00234-20100730-0655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/IMG00234-20100730-0655.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing statistics, introducing pure maths, stanlake's introductory economics.&lt;br /&gt;total: RM55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirap bandung soda: RM 1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;30th July, 5.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, going back home is actually the saddest part. if you noticed in my prvious posts, i dont really like mentioning names or even posting up my photos, and as gay as this may sound, i have to admit, i was so sad in the car ride back home, i miss everyone in ky. everyone from the facilitators to the teachers. i miss aliff OG, hazman, irsyad, muzzamir, nadeem, adib, alia, qeela wooh, elaine, dora, tas, zaf, and zehan to name a few. (few lah sangat) tapi serious rindu OG duh. semua la. sorry if i didnt mention your name, i really do miss each and everyone of you. as im typing this im thingking 'this is so gay', but what da heck, i'll just post this, and maybe delete this part after a week or after OG quits smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-387443396164945235?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/387443396164945235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=387443396164945235&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/387443396164945235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/387443396164945235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/07/college.html' title='The college'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/TFQi69s-gLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1LuLntoGXGw/s72-c/kolej+yayasan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-8809780433498244070</id><published>2010-06-28T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:41:14.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The caw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-8809780433498244070?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8809780433498244070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8809780433498244070&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8809780433498244070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8809780433498244070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/06/caw.html' title='The caw'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-1759129690403521532</id><published>2010-05-20T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:20:17.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The coincidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Onnine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXcp_1NOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MBm_G71IL78/s1600/onnine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXcp_1NOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MBm_G71IL78/s400/onnine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473306703216063714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXdBYypOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/oMhro_ubfmA/s1600/stone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXdBYypOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/oMhro_ubfmA/s400/stone1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473306709494768866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXdUZeSqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/DDJT1VZ-bW0/s1600/stone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXdUZeSqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/DDJT1VZ-bW0/s400/stone2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473306714597903010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Rejection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UX85al8uI/AAAAAAAAAX4/mMNPLhxH4DY/s1600/strip5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UX85al8uI/AAAAAAAAAX4/mMNPLhxH4DY/s400/strip5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473307257110655714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UX9Aqhj6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/T0PcQ-tj088/s1600/strip+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UX9Aqhj6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/T0PcQ-tj088/s400/strip+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473307259056525218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXyCwtFGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1ZLmQo-sBWo/s1600/strip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXyCwtFGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/1ZLmQo-sBWo/s400/strip1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473307070640755810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXyfGMyYI/AAAAAAAAAXg/zwiXr6fI99E/s1600/strip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXyfGMyYI/AAAAAAAAAXg/zwiXr6fI99E/s400/strip2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473307078247106946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXzMBLg9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/o5lKHZ0Q5T0/s1600/strip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXzMBLg9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/o5lKHZ0Q5T0/s400/strip3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473307090305647570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXzjRGpuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZVFv1rD2I9I/s1600/strip4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXzjRGpuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZVFv1rD2I9I/s400/strip4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473307096546453218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Don't sue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXx74ojiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IqYjZ9nk-n0/s1600/strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXx74ojiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IqYjZ9nk-n0/s400/strip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473307068794965538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UW8ltC_sI/AAAAAAAAAWY/SO6Bld6q5JA/s1600/cow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UW8ltC_sI/AAAAAAAAAWY/SO6Bld6q5JA/s400/cow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473306152307719874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UW8_qfIII/AAAAAAAAAWg/IBwutgNASpw/s1600/cow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UW8_qfIII/AAAAAAAAAWg/IBwutgNASpw/s400/cow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473306159276302466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXcMHs1iI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0W--gVARQzM/s1600/cow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXcMHs1iI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0W--gVARQzM/s400/cow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473306695196005922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXcTW4PnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7QbVPkitZ0U/s1600/cow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXcTW4PnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7QbVPkitZ0U/s400/cow4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473306697138716274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UWCECZg_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/kB2LjIaABy8/s1600/bir1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UWCECZg_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/kB2LjIaABy8/s400/bir1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473305146838057970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UWCYpJ8bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/u1Z2Vn522Ts/s1600/bir2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UWCYpJ8bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/u1Z2Vn522Ts/s400/bir2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473305152369324466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UWCrTRorI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SYBQ1Mwi2eA/s1600/bir3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UWCrTRorI/AAAAAAAAAVA/SYBQ1Mwi2eA/s400/bir3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473305157377827506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UWC_kYhvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hYulYghfNoE/s1600/bir4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UWC_kYhvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/hYulYghfNoE/s400/bir4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473305162818291442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UWDFKbLUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qCSbch1MT5s/s1600/bir5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UWDFKbLUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qCSbch1MT5s/s400/bir5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473305164320025922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UW751JleI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XwrTfYzAg8o/s1600/bir6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UW751JleI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XwrTfYzAg8o/s400/bir6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473306140530546146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UW8GgO-HI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YBo6H7OoqEw/s1600/bir7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UW8GgO-HI/AAAAAAAAAWI/YBo6H7OoqEw/s400/bir7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473306143932479602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UW8aK99XI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/sm3pRugHX5k/s1600/bir8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UW8aK99XI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/sm3pRugHX5k/s400/bir8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473306149211993458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UX9cdVUHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_5sKpAIwn2E/s1600/takpuashati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UX9cdVUHI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_5sKpAIwn2E/s400/takpuashati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473307266517389426" 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/483715495097852307-1759129690403521532?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/1759129690403521532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=1759129690403521532&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1759129690403521532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1759129690403521532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/05/coincidence.html' title='The coincidence'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_UXcp_1NOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MBm_G71IL78/s72-c/onnine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-789711643009849332</id><published>2010-05-16T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:45:44.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The compendium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S_Au9m84sJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/tvC4GA1xNOw/s1600/smell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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width: 356px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S94-h8l1crI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Fbeu-_YhhRE/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466875750595785394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://islamiclearningmaterials.com/prophet-muhammad-poem/"&gt;http://islamiclearningmaterials.com/prophet-muhammad-poem/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;There  was a time in my youth,&lt;br /&gt;When Islam was only a custom.&lt;br /&gt;They said “say there is no deity except God,..&lt;br /&gt;And pray, you’ll go to Heaven.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Ah,  how simple, no struggle in this,&lt;br /&gt;Just a word, and simple act.&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter I’m absorbed in this world again,&lt;br /&gt;With my ‘assured’ place in Paradise intact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;But  this was not to be my fate&lt;br /&gt;For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt of a man who struggled so hard&lt;br /&gt;When his mission was from the start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;The  story of someone who had morals,&lt;br /&gt;Spoke gently, kindness he knew.&lt;br /&gt;Never fearing to say what’s right,&lt;br /&gt;His conviction in ISLAM was true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;The  touch of his hand was as soft as silk&lt;br /&gt;To comfort a crying child.&lt;br /&gt;To mend his clothes, or do the chores,&lt;br /&gt;Never complaining, he always smiled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;His  smell was always of musk,&lt;br /&gt;And cleanliness he kept at his best.&lt;br /&gt;Stark contrast with the heroes of today,&lt;br /&gt;Who stink of beer and sweat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;He  held the hands of his companions.&lt;br /&gt;Unashamed to play with many children.&lt;br /&gt;So modest, so humble, a perfect example,&lt;br /&gt;That strangers could not recognize him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;His  eyes slept little for nights were precious,&lt;br /&gt;His prayers he treasured much greater.&lt;br /&gt;To pray in the depths of night,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his Creator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;He  broke his tooth for me at Uhud,&lt;br /&gt;And bled for me at Ta’if.&lt;br /&gt;He cried for me, tears of concern,&lt;br /&gt;Just so I could have this belief.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;His  enemies admired his teachings,&lt;br /&gt;Uniting every religion, every clan.&lt;br /&gt;Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,&lt;br /&gt;O, but indeed he was only a man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;To  own a house, or build his wealth&lt;br /&gt;Was not his main priority.&lt;br /&gt;To establish ISLAM was more essential,&lt;br /&gt;To bring us under a Higher Authority.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Don’t  you want him to plea for your case,&lt;br /&gt;When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you wish to be around his fountain,&lt;br /&gt;A burning desire to drink from his hand?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;So I  love him more than all creation,&lt;br /&gt;My Leader, my Humble Prophet.&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad (SAW) was a mercy to all mankind,&lt;br /&gt;And to me, he is MY BELOVED !&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-2888093787365591134?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/2888093787365591134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=2888093787365591134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/2888093787365591134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/2888093787365591134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/05/conviction.html' title='The conviction'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S94-h8l1crI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Fbeu-_YhhRE/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-1340847930237931628</id><published>2010-04-27T04:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:45:44.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The common question</title><content type='html'>What is the most annoyingly frequent problem facing our community today?  the question we ask ourselves time and time again especially in this  period of time where the second wave of influenza A virus H1N1 runs rampant in our country.  the big question nobody knows the answer to. the question is, what is  the most efficient way to dry our hands after washing them? we as busy  and preoccupied people value our time as it is precious to us. so i have  kindly carried out an experiment to find out what is the most efficient  and time saving way to dry our hands after washing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aim of  Experiment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to figure out the most time efficient way to dry a hand  after washing it by using a hand dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothesis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bigger  the total surface are over volume, the lesser the time takes to dry the  hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variables:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;manipulated variable&lt;/span&gt; : position of hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;constant  variable&lt;/span&gt; : the type of hand dryer, temperature of room used, hand, wind  velocity, light intensity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;responding variable&lt;/span&gt; : time taken for hand to dry up  completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;List of Apparatuses and materials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bF80MPN_I/AAAAAAAAATg/37rH7X2kLeA/s1600/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bF80MPN_I/AAAAAAAAATg/37rH7X2kLeA/s400/hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464772846453471218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bF9ZvZuRI/AAAAAAAAATo/HXevBD2mlrU/s1600/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bF9ZvZuRI/AAAAAAAAATo/HXevBD2mlrU/s400/watch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464772856533072146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stopwatch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bF9t9do6I/AAAAAAAAATw/VTsT7tj-Rbk/s1600/hd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bF9t9do6I/AAAAAAAAATw/VTsT7tj-Rbk/s400/hd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464772861960758178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hand dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Procedure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) set up apparatus as shown in figure1.a, figure 1.b, figure 1.c and figure 1.d&lt;br /&gt;2) wet hand&lt;br /&gt;3) first place the hand in the posture shown in figure 1.a&lt;br /&gt;4) record the time taken for the hand to completely dry up&lt;br /&gt;4) repeat steps 2-4 by using postures of figure 1.b, figure 1.c, and figure 1.d instead.&lt;br /&gt;5) results are tabulated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bITj4UcII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/j948UHCo91s/s1600/IMG_2493+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bITj4UcII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/j948UHCo91s/s400/IMG_2493+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464775436235206786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Figure 1.a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palm parallel to the wall, tip of fingers facing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bITKDDA6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/KpUH3_QSEjk/s1600/IMG_2495+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bITKDDA6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/KpUH3_QSEjk/s400/IMG_2495+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464775429300880290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Figure 1.b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palm parallel to the floor facing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bISwAA4NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Vbq4ulUWvfU/s1600/IMG_2498+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bISwAA4NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Vbq4ulUWvfU/s400/IMG_2498+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464775422308835538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Figure 1.c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palm parallel to the floor facing down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/gif.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 377px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/gif.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Figure 1.d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move fingers in a mildly frantic manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tabulation of Data&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bbbYBjSWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mEAEFOLCFI4/s1600/hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bbbYBjSWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mEAEFOLCFI4/s400/hello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464796461212584290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand A shows the least satisfying results clocking a time of approximately 27 seconds. even so, hand A successfully dries both sides of the hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both hand B and hand C dry up much faster than hand A, at approximately 21 and 23 seconds respectively. Unfortunately hand B only managed to dry the palm, leaving the back of the hand still wet. same goes to hand C which only managed to dry the back of the hand neglecting the palm. so if you were to use this technique, you would have to flip your hands over to make sure both sides are dry making it a total of more than 40 seconds. that's almost a minute out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand D is the fastest to dry. it is considered unfair that hand D is actually in movement where Hands A, B, and C are kept stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the context of time, the method used by Hand D is the most efficient way to dry your hand after washing them. but it is not so efficient in terms of energy where Hand D requires a slight amount of effort compared to Hands A, B and C. but this is good news because while you are drying your hands, you are actually burning some calories even if they are quite minor and wouldn't seriously be considered as a work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-1340847930237931628?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/1340847930237931628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=1340847930237931628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1340847930237931628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1340847930237931628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-most-annoyingly-frequent.html' title='The common question'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S9bF80MPN_I/AAAAAAAAATg/37rH7X2kLeA/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-6175078694353145249</id><published>2010-04-03T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:05:00.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>The crucial discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7gmU8QYFbI/AAAAAAAAASY/pdgjLE5B1pQ/s1600/blogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7gmU8QYFbI/AAAAAAAAASY/pdgjLE5B1pQ/s400/blogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456153089773409714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distance is the specific numerical description of how far apart two objects or points are. however, to me distance (like time) is relative and can me manipulated, at least in our minds. for i have pondered this through hours and  hours on the road, after taking certain factors into consideration (though this is only valid for distance while driving) this is my discovery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PSEUDO-DISTANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if this actually exist but i've come up with the idea of a pseudo distance or false distance our minds make up to mask the true distance or actual distance pre-determined by the british when they were making the map somewhat a thousand years ago.  this false distance is heavily influenced by a couple of factors namely whether we are driving for our personal gain (eg: need to do errands, go to school, work, buy something, etc), our reluctance, and the amount of fuel in the gas tank. this is the distance in your mind when you say '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapi jauh lah sial&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takpe sayang, dekat je abang hantar okay? :)&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN DISTANCE AND RELUCTANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as actual distance remains, the pseudo distance our minds is effected by how reluctant we are to go somewhere. as reluctance increases so does the pseudo distance. this is because our reluctance level will alter the perception of the real distance thus making us thing the destination is actually further away than it really is or nearer than it really is if we are not the slightest bit reluctant. i have yet to plot a graph on this but expect it to be posted sometime around may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN DISTANCE AND FUEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lesser the fuel the further away the destination appears to be and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FORMULA FOR PSEUDO DISTANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7go0wT0-rI/AAAAAAAAASg/OjA1Tt7hu3Y/s1600/phy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7go0wT0-rI/AAAAAAAAASg/OjA1Tt7hu3Y/s400/phy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456155835345730226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the value of pseudo distance is represented by D and written in m but will be converted into Km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our reluctance level is represented by the symbol x. where x is who our passengers are or going to be. i have taken the liberty to roughly estimate the value of reluctancy and present it in this table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7gxjRGd3MI/AAAAAAAAASo/q_4Y9goo2Xc/s1600/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7gxjRGd3MI/AAAAAAAAASo/q_4Y9goo2Xc/s400/table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456165430515064002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d represents distance in m and 10 is whether or not it is for our personal gain. if it is for our personal gain, 10 may be overlooked. g is the volume of fuel in our gas tank, rounded up and written as 1, 3/4, 1/2 or 1/4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HOW TO USE THE FORMULA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You and your best friend Azlan* are eating dinner at a mamak stall. He suddenly has the urge to defecate, but he has trouble passing motion in unhygienic  lavatories, so he asks a favor from you. He wants you to send him home so he can take a dump. His house is 700m from the mamak stall and you have a full tank of gas. how far is his house to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7g1C9aMXeI/AAAAAAAAASw/sxlwdA8Ls7o/s1600/phy+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7g1C9aMXeI/AAAAAAAAASw/sxlwdA8Ls7o/s400/phy+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456169273519791586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because he is the one who needs to drop a stool and not you, so we have to consider the 10 that is to be multiplied with the actual distance between the mamak stall and Azlan's house making it 7000m. where that is then divided by the contents of fuel remaining in your gas tank, which is 1. the product is then multiplied by x. since he is your best friend you don't feel as reluctant to help out.  thus substitute x with 1. you will get 7km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although his house is only 700m away, you feel like you are actually driving 7km because you are not the one with the upset bowels. if the both of you have the same problems, then the 10 may be regarded thus making the actual distance = pseudo distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;FUEL AS A MANIPULATED VARIABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7g3OKErbuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qJwGNGnwTOA/s1600/phy2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7g3OKErbuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qJwGNGnwTOA/s400/phy2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456171664921030370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a complete stranger asks you to send him/her home with 1/4 tank&lt;br /&gt;pseudo distance = 56km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7g3OQSNefI/AAAAAAAAATA/bTG2_XGIN_Q/s1600/phy3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7g3OQSNefI/AAAAAAAAATA/bTG2_XGIN_Q/s400/phy3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456171666588400114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your best friend asks you to send him/her home with 1/4 tank&lt;br /&gt;pseudo distance = 28km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7g3OqFvgEI/AAAAAAAAATI/dXF0O6oyz1I/s1600/phy-4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7g3OqFvgEI/AAAAAAAAATI/dXF0O6oyz1I/s400/phy-4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456171673515425858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your grilfriend asks you to send her home with 1/4 tank&lt;br /&gt;pseudo distance = 0km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i'd go out of my way to help others but sometimes i feel so reluctant to drive people around unless its my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-6175078694353145249?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/6175078694353145249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=6175078694353145249&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/6175078694353145249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/6175078694353145249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/04/crucial-discovery.html' title='The crucial discovery'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S7gmU8QYFbI/AAAAAAAAASY/pdgjLE5B1pQ/s72-c/blogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-1940834381575378791</id><published>2010-03-18T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:22:21.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S6IpUWMyvrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/u8ouWsE4rfM/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S6IpUWMyvrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/u8ouWsE4rfM/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449963928605081266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;on the 17th next month, there's gonna be a Gatsby Deodorant Street Fair at Berjaya Times Square starting from 10am till 5pm. idk they made deodorants so imma go there and check it out. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are going to be all sorts of games and activities such as sumo wrestling (like where you wear the inflated suits i think) and ring throwing? furthermore you can gather points which can later be used to redeem Gatsby goodies. And if that's not exciting enough, you are also eligible to enter a lucky draw contest where you stand to win a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baucer&lt;/span&gt;' worth &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RM15000 like OMG!&lt;/span&gt; other than that there are computers, cellphones and other electronic what nots also up for grabs. so if any of you are interested please come and bring a few friends along. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the easiest way to get there is by car, like duh. but for those of you who don't fancy the hassle of the parking hunting and jam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;redah&lt;/span&gt;-ing, you can park your car at KL Sentral and take a monorail from there to Imbi station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for further information please visit their website at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gatsby.com.my/streetfair"&gt;www.gatsby.com.my/streetfair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-1940834381575378791?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/1940834381575378791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=1940834381575378791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1940834381575378791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1940834381575378791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-going-to-gatsby-deodorant-street.html' title='The carnival'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S6IpUWMyvrI/AAAAAAAAASQ/u8ouWsE4rfM/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-5464455115239649513</id><published>2010-03-13T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T05:31:28.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The complex perdana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S5uYUxphYqI/AAAAAAAAARw/EtOk6eJ-xrE/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S5uYUxphYqI/AAAAAAAAARw/EtOk6eJ-xrE/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448115656927044258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S5uYUisD22I/AAAAAAAAARo/aMvD1ONyzts/s1600-h/30000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S5uYUisD22I/AAAAAAAAARo/aMvD1ONyzts/s400/30000001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448115652911160162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S54oGZUqqqI/AAAAAAAAASI/k6BiHFmuj-I/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S54oGZUqqqI/AAAAAAAAASI/k6BiHFmuj-I/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448836689506773666" 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/483715495097852307-5464455115239649513?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/5464455115239649513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=5464455115239649513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/5464455115239649513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/5464455115239649513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/03/complex-perdana.html' title='The complex perdana'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S5uYUxphYqI/AAAAAAAAARw/EtOk6eJ-xrE/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-4072473538704816606</id><published>2010-02-19T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:07:28.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The concept</title><content type='html'>"He is the originator of the heavens and the earth. When He decrees a plan, He says it BE and it is." (2:117)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decree and destiny, everything is pre-destined. it is all already written in the preserved tablet Al-Lauh Al-Mahfuud 50000 years before the creation of the universe. This destiny written in the preserved tablet is never changed and encompasses everything that will be. A person's action is not caused by what is written in the Preserved Tablet but, rather, the action is written in the Preserved Tablet because God already knows all occurrences without the restrictions of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S3-J7COMNTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jv9OyKAU3N0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S3-J7COMNTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jv9OyKAU3N0/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440218522188526898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entire life of a person has already been determined 120 days after conception, in the mother's womb. Allah sends an angel to put a soul into the person, and the angel writes down the decree that Allah has made; his life-span, his sex, his sustenance (how much he will earn throughout his lifetime) and whether he will be a dweller of paradise or a dweller of hell. How beautiful it is that it is already determined whether or not he shall have a partner, who his partner is, and when their live's will intertwine. To think that this has all been determined even before the individuals was born, and that they will meet one day and change each others lives (but of course, their lives were already meant to change after encounter if God willed it), it is truly breathtaking. Allahu Akbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether this is Ishq-e Haqīqi, Ishq-e Majāzi or not, the human knowledge of the future is limited. Insya-Allah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-4072473538704816606?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/4072473538704816606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=4072473538704816606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/4072473538704816606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/4072473538704816606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/02/concept.html' title='The concept'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S3-J7COMNTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jv9OyKAU3N0/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-7712401822133334875</id><published>2010-01-18T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:28:59.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cloudscape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18443_103656862993559_100000477363162_96922_5677075_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 600px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs157.snc3/18443_103656862993559_100000477363162_96922_5677075_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers,&lt;br /&gt;yang hilang tidak bermakna binasa.&lt;br /&gt;yang pergi tidak bermakna hilang segala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kalau kita cuba hitung nikmat Allah, nescaya tidak akan terhitung banyaknya" (Ibrahim 14:34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mata, telinga, mulut, tangan, kaki, ibu, bapa, rumah, pakaian, rakan-rakan.&lt;br /&gt;look around you, tiada apa yang kurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan apabila musibah menimpa, Allah tarik balik sedikit sahaja dari kurnia-Nya, why must we be in despair?&lt;br /&gt;why must we remain in sadness? bukankah itu petanda bahawa Allah mungkin menggantinya dengan sesuatu yang lebih baik?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-7712401822133334875?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/7712401822133334875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=7712401822133334875&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/7712401822133334875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/7712401822133334875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2010/01/cloudscape.html' title='The cloudscape'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-4874968610882139684</id><published>2010-01-04T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:34:55.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The curricular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S0Ku808OAgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/i_iX5HJsbLU/s1600-h/w.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S0Ku808OAgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/i_iX5HJsbLU/s400/w.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423089261334102530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="an_096_001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="an_096_001"&gt;in the name of Allah, most gracious, most merciful&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; Read: In the name of thy Lord Who createth, &lt;a name="an_096_002"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; Createth man from a clot. &lt;a name="an_096_003"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; Read: And thy Lord is the Most Bounteous, &lt;a name="an_096_004"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; Who teacheth by the qalam, &lt;a name="an_096_005"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; Teacheth man that which he knew not. &lt;a name="an_096_006"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;/a&gt; Nay, but verily man is rebellious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="an_096_007"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt; That he thinketh himself independent! &lt;a name="an_096_008"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;/a&gt; Lo! unto thy Lord is the return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="an_096_009"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt; Hast thou seen him who dissuadeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="an_096_010"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt; A slave when he prayeth ? &lt;a name="an_096_011"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;/a&gt; Hast thou seen if he relieth on the guidance (of Allah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="an_096_012"&gt;12&lt;/a&gt; Or enjoineth piety ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="an_096_013"&gt;13&lt;/a&gt; Hast thou seen if he denieth (Allah's guidance) and is froward ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="an_096_014"&gt;14&lt;/a&gt; Is he then unaware that Allah seeth ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="an_096_015"&gt;15&lt;/a&gt; Nay, but if he cease not We will seize him by the forelock - &lt;a name="an_096_016"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;/a&gt; The lying, sinful forelock - &lt;a name="an_096_017"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;/a&gt; Then let him call upon his henchmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="an_096_018"&gt;18&lt;/a&gt; We will call the guards of hell. &lt;a name="an_096_019"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;/a&gt; Nay, Obey not thou him. But prostrate thyself, and draw near (unto Allah).  &lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for those form fourers and form fivers, i'm giving out these second hand books (still in best kept condition macam tak pernah buka), if you are interested please contact me through my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000390795325#/profile.php?id=711021283&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/fawwazrasydan"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/monofawwazlysis"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S0Ku8moxJVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SYfgq2o0460/s1600-h/IMG_0700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: 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pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S0KuSeglJ4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/AsSWHDnqbmo/s400/IMG_0690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423088533758093186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;web A form 4 additional mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S0KuSD1ElHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dQxLW_1LK7g/s1600-h/IMG_0688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/S0KuSD1ElHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dQxLW_1LK7g/s400/IMG_0688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423088526596281458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SPM chemistry : Learning Through Diagrams&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/483715495097852307-4874968610882139684?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' 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/&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;viva la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SzOOHg9zzoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wG_zLqhMJ00/s1600-h/viva+la+cobra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SzOOHg9zzoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/wG_zLqhMJ00/s400/viva+la+cobra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418831036416249474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viva la cobra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SzOOHQITLtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XpOiZl9UEcs/s1600-h/owl+city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SzOOHQITLtI/AAAAAAAAAOI/XpOiZl9UEcs/s400/owl+city.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418831031896846034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;owl city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SzOOHCgu20I/AAAAAAAAAOA/_h5ErD58qr4/s1600-h/twilight+saga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SzOOHCgu20I/AAAAAAAAAOA/_h5ErD58qr4/s400/twilight+saga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418831028241226562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;twilight saga&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/483715495097852307-7407167850127535307?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/7407167850127535307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=7407167850127535307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/7407167850127535307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/7407167850127535307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/12/car.html' title='The cars'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418246418264803874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snort, the morning nose blew&lt;br /&gt;and winds of dawn sigh through&lt;br /&gt;i sat and wept as i attempt&lt;br /&gt;to recall what i just dream't&lt;br /&gt;a slight yet vivid event however&lt;br /&gt;then write i shall after a shower&lt;br /&gt;for the dream cried out not to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're&lt;br /&gt;tis started with the tree of high grandeur&lt;br /&gt;perched right smack in my humble valley&lt;br /&gt;where minors frolic, in what seem to ba a pep rally&lt;br /&gt;and under the tree she stood&lt;br /&gt;and under the breeze the stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're&lt;br /&gt;tis may sound much like voyeur&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was long-limbed and slim&lt;br /&gt;with flawless white skin&lt;br /&gt;and the tree understood&lt;br /&gt;and the breeze they understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;pluck'd the sweetest golden honey apple&lt;br /&gt;breeze dim'd did the sound around in a grapple&lt;br /&gt;then peeled and lift'd the golden section unto her mouth&lt;br /&gt;closing her eyes as the crisp brown juice tingled upon her tongue&lt;br /&gt;then we gave chase. like a lamb and it's drover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;run my fingers carefully down her cold cheek&lt;br /&gt;look into her deep pools for eyes as we speak&lt;br /&gt;then winter swept in like a common broom from the south&lt;br /&gt;closing our eyes as we froze and stayed forever young&lt;br /&gt;then i shed tears, for i wished this dream not to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snort, the morning nose blew&lt;br /&gt;my sinuses throb for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ceh bajet cam bahasa klasik je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br 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that really works, recommended on adults with high visceral fat and obese people. if your parents or if you yourself are interested please contact me to get my mom's or my dad's contact details. contact them for further information about the program. don't take life for granted, act now to lose weight and maintain a healthy body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message me at my &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=21837600"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or email me at fawwaz@weezer.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-2408006076041989418?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/2408006076041989418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-4302281231129463056</id><published>2009-11-27T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:16:24.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The certainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;my love is ever true&lt;br /&gt;it knows no retaliation&lt;br /&gt;knows no anguish&lt;br /&gt;my love is only beautiful&lt;br /&gt;only content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am feeling is&lt;br /&gt;a presentation to You&lt;br /&gt;please hear out my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving You is timeless&lt;br /&gt;knows no poetic&lt;br /&gt;only the sincerest&lt;br /&gt;loving You knows no doubt&lt;br /&gt;my faith is only for You&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not take credits for it is not i who wrote this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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certainty'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-2662883838008036155</id><published>2009-11-16T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:41:25.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The credits (the A's la hopefully)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SwFVWkokZhI/AAAAAAAAANw/KfkVHsMEl9Q/s1600/IMG_9523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SwFVWkokZhI/AAAAAAAAANw/KfkVHsMEl9Q/s400/IMG_9523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404694874100622866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doa memohon kejayaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ya Allah Kami memohon kejayaan dalam setiap ketentuan,  tempat para syuhada’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; dan kehidupan orang-orang bahagia serta kemenangan mengatasi musuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doa sebelum masuk dewan peperiksaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;Ya Allah, persiapkan kami mengenai dengan urusan kami dengan petunjukMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doa sewaktu lupa semasa menjawab soalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maha Suci Tuhan yang tidak pernah tidur dan tidak pernah lalai,&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Tuhanku, ingatkanlah aku apa-apa yang aku lupa&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/483715495097852307-2662883838008036155?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/2662883838008036155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=2662883838008036155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/2662883838008036155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/2662883838008036155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/11/credits.html' title='The credits (the A&apos;s la hopefully)'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SwFVWkokZhI/AAAAAAAAANw/KfkVHsMEl9Q/s72-c/IMG_9523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-8033812904083379770</id><published>2009-10-09T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:04:07.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><title type='text'>The circulatory system</title><content type='html'>the circulatory system in large organisms like humans and bears and other animals involves the flow of fluids through the tissues and organs. the human blood is a connective tissue. i dont know what that means but i imagine this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/StAwt6XbXRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2effwmqFvPU/s1600-h/connective+tissue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/StAwt6XbXRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2effwmqFvPU/s400/connective+tissue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390862319282248978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;an average human adult hast about five to six litres of blood more or less. more than half of which contains plasma which consists of 90-92% water and the rest are soluble solutes such as mineral salts, enzymes, hormones, and waste products. the lesser half of the human blood are its cellular components consisting of red blood cells, white blood cells and platelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/StA3wkHaGzI/AAAAAAAAANY/UiuB9IYqxSw/s1600-h/human+blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/StA3wkHaGzI/AAAAAAAAANY/UiuB9IYqxSw/s400/human+blood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390870061430479666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm more of a white kinda guy as compared to red, i'm gonna talk more about the leucocytes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our body has 3 lines of defences. leucocytes play a role in the second and third line of defence. firstly to identify them they are grouped into 2 main factions which are granulocytes and agranulocytes. granulocytes have granular cytoplasm and lobed nuclei. i like to think them as young teenagers with acne problem. therefore agranulocytes are adults with clear skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Granulocytes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/StA6dSOZo8I/AAAAAAAAANg/DWHSq1Tb8yg/s1600-h/granul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/StA6dSOZo8I/AAAAAAAAANg/DWHSq1Tb8yg/s400/granul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390873028745339842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEUTROPHILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/StA8f3AZlWI/AAAAAAAAANo/6upA9UN0-E4/s1600-h/neutrophil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/StA8f3AZlWI/AAAAAAAAANo/6upA9UN0-E4/s320/neutrophil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390875272001721698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neutrophils are phags. they are known as phagocytes. being the gangster they are, they track down foreign materials such as bacteria who stray into their territory and engulf them via phagocytosis and destroy them. straight up gangster.&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;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Eosinophils &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eosinophils help control allergic reactions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Basophils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basophils are best and happening so they produce heparin to prevent blood from clotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Agranulocytes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lymphocytes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smallest leococyte, they produce antibodies to aid in the destruction of pathogens or neutralize toxins. others destroy affected cells by attacking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iayork.com/Images/2008/3-31-08/SEM_Lymphocyte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.iayork.com/Images/2008/3-31-08/SEM_Lymphocyte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; image of a lymphocytes. freaky huh? i've seen much freakier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monocytes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the largest leococyte. they spend only a little while in the blood after being produced then they migrate to the body tissues to become phagocytic macrophages. i dont know what these are but they sound cool.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-8033812904083379770?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8033812904083379770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8033812904083379770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8033812904083379770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8033812904083379770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/10/circulatory-system.html' title='The circulatory system'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/StAwt6XbXRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2effwmqFvPU/s72-c/connective+tissue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-5318589623648455072</id><published>2009-10-05T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:04:54.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The centerpiece</title><content type='html'>it's the stench of steel&lt;br /&gt;it lingers for days and days&lt;br /&gt;it's the cling of metal against metal&lt;br /&gt;muffled by the rubber that insulates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also the sweat i spill&lt;br /&gt;and the broken arc of tired limbs&lt;br /&gt;it's the tears from the individual petal&lt;br /&gt;shed discretely behind laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it leaves me unsettled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-5318589623648455072?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/5318589623648455072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=5318589623648455072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/5318589623648455072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/5318589623648455072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/10/centerpiece.html' title='The centerpiece'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-7906619682089300951</id><published>2009-09-28T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:45:30.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cleansing</title><content type='html'>now it feels like an empty seat on my face. when i reach out for it it isn't there anymore. you know just how much i loved them. just how much i wanted to see them grow. see them prosper. but you never really liked them for some reason. not just you, apparently everyone else hates them too. except Raz and a few others. but you were so kind to me. you let me keep them for more than a few weeks before making me exterminate them. thank you :) you must really love me. even though i only got to know them for a little while, but at least they met my ideal lengths even though tak sampai my ideal volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night as i forced the blade over their puny necks, leaving a trail along the white substance, the putrid taste of shattered dreams danced around my face. tears of anguish and sorrow make their way down my cheeks and down my now bare and hairless chin. i am a beard owner no more. the crazy things i do for love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-7906619682089300951?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/7906619682089300951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-4907895291321680852</id><published>2009-09-02T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:44:31.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cholestasis episode</title><content type='html'>"and you are?" imagine hearing that right after being dispatched after a week of solitude. it actually sounds lovely and that's only the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that there was a brief period of emptiness. like a gap. it felt like an empty space, an eerie silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've stepped out of 412 ten times to the power of negative one. or was it the other way around? nevertheless, they were countless but at i knew that would be the last time i 'll be walking through them doors. the corridor stretched and so did my legs as i saw the stretcher at the end of the hallway striking a deep feeling in the pit of my gut as i remembered being rushed head first parallel to the ceiling watching the lights pass me one at a time. i've only budged about 0.05 (insert unit of choice) from 412 and it feels so emotional already. and it slowly adds up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the alarming increase in leukocytes in my blood i insisted on leaving. my last few blood counts were to 0.29293 and -0.41414 increasing by x where x is a constant arithmetically progressed . just wonder what the figure would be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only people who brought light and visited me apart from my parents were the k72 and the Mustak household residents. for they missed me dearly as i've been away from school for K days where K is the product of the factors 7 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure gave me strength that day i felt like a thousand men. but then when they all left i returned powerless. there i lay, fawwaz , a thousand men, to the power of zero :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all events are accurate except for exact number of white blood cells in the blood count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-4907895291321680852?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/4907895291321680852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=4907895291321680852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/4907895291321680852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/4907895291321680852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/09/cholestasis-episode.html' title='The cholestasis episode'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-4773190285577562061</id><published>2009-08-22T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:17:23.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cast</title><content type='html'>this is my plaster&lt;br /&gt;tight, white and clean&lt;br /&gt;she makes me feel better&lt;br /&gt;when i hurt my spleen&lt;br /&gt;or other internal organs&lt;br /&gt;even external ones&lt;br /&gt;i'd choose her over 10 Morgans&lt;br /&gt;because she's tonnes of fun&lt;br /&gt;when i have a cut&lt;br /&gt;or touched something corrosive&lt;br /&gt;i'd place her on me&lt;br /&gt;without any adhesive&lt;br /&gt;because she's warm and sticky&lt;br /&gt;especially after school at six thirty&lt;br /&gt;i'd slap one on my arm&lt;br /&gt;and she'll keep me safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;another on my knee&lt;br /&gt;anywhere as long she's on me&lt;br /&gt;that will get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;and keep me from harm's way&lt;br /&gt;but even if i wear my lucky plaster&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt mean i can ride motorbike much faster&lt;br /&gt;because she wouldn't want me to meet a disaster&lt;br /&gt;and furthermore got spm this year ma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-4773190285577562061?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/4773190285577562061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-5992253726964134507</id><published>2009-08-07T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:28:44.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The covenant</title><content type='html'>&amp;#1639;&amp;#1640;&amp;#1641;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-5992253726964134507?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/5992253726964134507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=5992253726964134507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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searing midday sun. just as day breaks, the mother's tyres will brake and they will park from the front gate all the way to the park opposite the hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigs can sweat but not like john oh no not like john. it was like his destiny to fulfill. but the stench of his Sa socks were barely noticeable. but being a kevlar ain't that sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now staying put would mean to stay somewhere for barely a minuscle period of time but depending on the circumstances could feel like an eternity of peeling potato skins and swimming in shallow water both at once. now how could i just stay put next to the putter? where aiming for the put would be quite a task if the distance is ever so far away and i barely even made it out of the rough yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its 12.53 but the time is insignifigant. the numbers on the other hand is a whole different story. but not in the way you'd think. so please please please look up in symbolism of thinking so you could atleast say you've tried. because i tried but i failed for i didnt know how to tell it to you from that day, barely even whispered, i did. now this would make sense to anyone even to you or shamil or raz or iyzie or faris, becase it barely even made sense to me, unless ofcourse if i found the key in this last chapter. if only the date would permit, if only the paragrapghs, the sentences and the words, if only i've said three words before barely.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-2783579284082316068?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/2783579284082316068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=2783579284082316068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SmsakEnD-_I/AAAAAAAAANI/N6wnlpHtrsU/s1600-h/the+campaign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SmsakEnD-_I/AAAAAAAAANI/N6wnlpHtrsU/s320/the+campaign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362408988329901042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think a lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-5312359617175385374?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/5312359617175385374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-8910986390219047019</id><published>2009-07-19T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:19:26.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The calm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr Chondrion and the other mitochondria were hard at work for at that instant the demand for adenosine  triphosphate was quite high. this happens all the time, every now and then, my dayanoreceptors would detect stimuli. they would then dismiss the object if doesn't have any dayana characteristics. but if does, the dayanareceptors (or as i call them, dayana senses) will trigger my nervous and fidgety nerve impulses. they travel by my afferent neurones because public transports are far too pricey and well, big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;rivers of sebum gush out and capillaries dilate. At the same time, the adrenal glands secrete specialised adreyanaline making a reddish organ (i forgot what it's called) pump gallons and gallons dayoxyhaemoglobin to every corner of my forsaken yet sexy body.(why is it corner anyway? i don't have sides, i'm curvy) they flush my face red violently. just as my atriums and ventricles feel as though they were about the burst, it stops :)&lt;br /&gt;and that's the calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice to see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-8910986390219047019?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8910986390219047019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8910986390219047019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8910986390219047019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8910986390219047019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/07/calm.html' title='The calm'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-3601722687681774747</id><published>2009-07-12T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:12:05.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>The later</title><content type='html'>kick start my empty tale. ever will dusk shed it's misleading veil, for today to no avail i have failed. but into detail i wont go in fear of being derailed from the trail. this is an old story anyway, it's already  stale. now dont go biting your nails for this is so minuscule it is not even up to scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes, this is about Dale. he is a male. he lives in a whale. how he got there you ask? when he was young he was looking for the holy grail so he hopped into a pail and set sail. now you must think he's dim but you are wrong, he went to yale. into the seas so uncharted there arent any internet. so he cant send e-emails. he survied the violent conditions on snails and quail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one day he found an island for sale, but as he got there he was swallowed up by a whale. the whale then wiggled it's tail and dives into oblivion. it seems that dale wasnt the only thing the wale devoured, in there was an iron nail, a weighing scale, a cattle, an old man reading braille and a Pavilion (this is to rhyme with the oblivion, there werent any pavilion in the wahle obviously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he regarded the old man with a hi, and returned to him was a sigh. the old man (named jamail) looked pale and frail. he told dale that the whale was like a jail. the only difference was there's no ikat jamin (bail).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a dawn arose after weeks of avoiding digestion (i dont know how, dont ask questions). a gentle bump startled dale and jamail. it turns out the whale stumbled upon an underwater rock formation made of shale. the whale felt a little disoriented so she (its a female whale)  regurgitated. They then were saved and that ends this tale. so now it's safe for you to exhale. (its not like you were holding your breath through the story pun)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regurgitation_%28digestion%29" title="Regurgitation (digestion)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-3601722687681774747?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/3601722687681774747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=3601722687681774747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3601722687681774747'/><link rel='self' 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shoes i saw at the kedai the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;dd math work book for tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;asi goreng kampung kgns poolside terrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd of course i started off with what i want the most :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-530990965943864462?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/530990965943864462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=530990965943864462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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^^)'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-1108822864678844122</id><published>2009-06-06T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:54:12.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwary, i'm not quite rusty yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/Siqvm53EbiI/AAAAAAAAALI/JHb0OqlMlqU/s1600-h/neutral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/Siqvm53EbiI/AAAAAAAAALI/JHb0OqlMlqU/s320/neutral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344276990730202658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was like a what? an empty plain red land. or was it the other way around? i watched it but i dared not turn my head any further. the wind might just take me. winds tend to do that you know. especially when you're living in the fast lane. hope it made your day as much as you did mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-1108822864678844122?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/1108822864678844122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=1108822864678844122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-294718723874010807</id><published>2009-06-02T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:54:25.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SiYB9EvUDpI/AAAAAAAAALA/oHajeEX20Qk/s1600-h/pretty+words+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SiYB9EvUDpI/AAAAAAAAALA/oHajeEX20Qk/s320/pretty+words+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342960156677508754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread your smile unto the sun&lt;br /&gt;let her shine just as bright&lt;br /&gt;i can tell that she's having fun&lt;br /&gt;and i'll pretend that i'm alright :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spread it again on my morning bread&lt;br /&gt;it's the most sweetest thing (hyperbola)&lt;br /&gt;i love it even more when it melts instead&lt;br /&gt;and sinks on cheek &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only there were a stain&lt;br /&gt;i'd frame the slice of skin&lt;br /&gt;hang it up on the wall again&lt;br /&gt;and tell my friends that i'm complete :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-294718723874010807?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/294718723874010807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=294718723874010807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-8082968485498833881</id><published>2009-05-11T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:51:33.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>red as the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SgkaEA3ZhOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MdIGtZBIAAU/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SgkaEA3ZhOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MdIGtZBIAAU/s320/red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334823889851221218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so thankful right now. first of all i wanna say how lucky i am to have friends who i can really depend on. thank God for my loving parents. and thank God for dayana and shaza. two of my most favorite girls in the world. i love them more than words can describe. and also the upmost respect to Mr and Mrs Mustak and Mr and Mrs Shukor. i'm lucky to have friends like shamil and faris. and hud and raz. nad and mai for helping me all the time. and ofcourse amanda, my little adik. eventhough i rarely and sometimes never say this but i just want you guys to know that i love you guys. like seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-8082968485498833881?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8082968485498833881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8082968485498833881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-5653163851706201826</id><published>2009-05-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:33:42.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me what you want to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/Sf3NqnwPnlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dF8bymMZ2fI/s1600-h/street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/Sf3NqnwPnlI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dF8bymMZ2fI/s320/street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331643665986068050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'd wake up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and frown to find it empty&lt;br /&gt;where is my soother of sorrows?&lt;br /&gt;where is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the taste of her at noon&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer her in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and it's delightful when&lt;br /&gt;she comes without a warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could feel her brain&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wont be so confused&lt;br /&gt;because she's driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;every minute of the day&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/483715495097852307-5653163851706201826?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/5653163851706201826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=5653163851706201826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-9067305595148034218</id><published>2009-05-01T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:37:23.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too young to fight it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SfsWxsH4WkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CJ1IrTgAGsc/s1600-h/gila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SfsWxsH4WkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CJ1IrTgAGsc/s320/gila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330879626836728386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boleh jadi gila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-9067305595148034218?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SfsWxsH4WkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CJ1IrTgAGsc/s72-c/gila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-4671461399814247801</id><published>2009-04-27T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:09:13.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you were just a trend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SfZk7X_WixI/AAAAAAAAAKY/okvqu9l_VNI/s1600-h/trend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SfZk7X_WixI/AAAAAAAAAKY/okvqu9l_VNI/s320/trend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329558180254354194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the reason i haven't been updating lately is that my password's to freakin long.&lt;br /&gt;time to change it.&lt;br /&gt;to a much younger much cuter one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-4671461399814247801?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/4671461399814247801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=4671461399814247801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/4671461399814247801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SecJ6JG694I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/89uyv6NPNfA/s1600-h/SWEET+AS+BRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SecJ6JG694I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/89uyv6NPNfA/s320/SWEET+AS+BRO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325235978870912898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it but i guess i'll just have to learn to like it.&lt;br /&gt;but i still don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-4787934843103172788?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/4787934843103172788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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for a briefer but much more frequent update on my life&lt;br /&gt;its not like my life's interesting or anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-2965949236368853686?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/2965949236368853686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=2965949236368853686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/2965949236368853686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/2965949236368853686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-old-friends-have-been-dropping-like.html' title='my old friends have been dropping like house flies'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SeM8xGSto0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/lnz-A2q1_NA/s72-c/sdfbf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-8012331397673302971</id><published>2009-03-06T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:23:58.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SbH02zTJn7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/8p9qGwh9mXc/s1600-h/muthu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SbH02zTJn7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/8p9qGwh9mXc/s320/muthu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310294657967169458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;muthu balik rumah hari ini dia tak tahu apa nak buat. dia call hisham tapi hisham ada tusyen. dia call izfar tapi izfar tak angkat. dia duduk termenung terfikir tentang bidadari dan syuga. tapi lebih kepada bidadari. bidadarinya tidak pandang muthu mungkin kerana dia fikir muthu sedang pandang orang lain. tapi muthu bagi bunga, muthu cakap hi, muthu angkat tangan, muth turun tangan dan sebagainya. muthu kata lentik tapi kawannya ashkhal kata tak usah. ashkhal kata bidadari tidak layak bagi muthu tapi muthu tidak mahu dengar. muthu tahu bidadari perangai busuk and berkata kesat tapi muthu tahu dahulu kala bidadari bukan macam itu. dulu muthu ingat bidadari sangat manis. kemudian muthu teringat kepada syurga. muthu sebenarnya tidak minat pun syurga tetapi kalau cakap pasal bidadari macam satu set pulak kene cakap pasal syurga juga. syurga suka akan speaker kerana dia speaking. muthu minta tip daripada sulaiman, sulaiman kata kalau nak cakap dengan syurga kene ada accent. tapi muthu tak ada satu cent pun. muthu tahu syurga dan muthu tiada apa apa akan berlaku mereka dua insan berbeza. syurga hanya satu gula mata baginya kadang kala, kala lain syurga hanya satu muka dalam belukar. bukan seperti bidadari. bidadari lebih dari gula. tapi ashkhal kata elok kalau tak buat apa apa nanti timpa musibah noor. jadi muthu sekarang tahu mereka tidak elok dipertimbangkan. bukan kerana mereka berat, malah mereka sangat ringan. mereka tidak patut dipertimbangkan kerana muthu tidak mahu memungkiri janjinya dengan hidup. dia sangat sayang akan hidupnya tetapi dia tidak tahu bagaimana caranya untuk dia memberitahunya, tidak mengapa lah, mungkin satu hari nanti apabila mereka sudah dewasa. buat masa kini hanya hisham dan ashkhal yang tahu. kerana jika muthu memberi tahu sulaiman, maka pecah lah jantung sulaiman. dan itulah kerana muthu sudah jauh dengan hidup kerana perlu jaga jantung sulaiman. kerana sulaiman meluahkan isi hatinya tentang hidup empat lima bulan dahulu. sulaiman walaupun tidak mengenali hidup seperti muthu mengenali hidup telah meminta bantuan dari muthu kerana muthu amat mengenali hidup dan sulaiman mahu berkenalan dengan hidup. tetapi hidup tidak senang dikenali, baharu beberapa ketika selepas sulaiman membuat pergerakan, hidup telah pergi jauh buat seketika. kasihan sulaiman kini hanya menungu dari jauh sama seperti muthu dan beberapa lagi orang yang dapat dikenal pasti seperti dhalca dan ruthu. dhalca ini sorang lagi banyak gila punya orang. tapi ruthu tak gila sangat, ruthu boleh tahan waras. ashkhal kata masa ruthu mahu menakluk hidup beliau sering kali terluka. lebih lebih lagi dengan hidup yang kucar kacir berbelah bagi. bagaikan musim panas yang sejuk tiba tiba. sebab itu ashkhal kata kepada muthu supaya ambil masa kerana masa itu emas tetapi muthu kata lentik. muthu boleh cerita panjang panjang tentang hidupnya dengan hidup dan bidadari tetapi dia tiada blog spot so dia suruh saya ceritakan. namun banyak isi yang saya lupa kerana dia cerita bahasa tamil dan amat susah bagi saya untuk terjemaahkan apa lagi mengingati.&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/483715495097852307-8012331397673302971?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8012331397673302971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8012331397673302971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8012331397673302971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8012331397673302971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/03/4.html' title='&lt;4'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SbH02zTJn7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/8p9qGwh9mXc/s72-c/muthu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-8413913871564767448</id><published>2009-02-15T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:46:21.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chronicles of dodol: the liang, the which? and the walrus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SZfhhktchxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HObRC5Nl7gE/s1600-h/ho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SZfhhktchxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HObRC5Nl7gE/s400/ho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302955053158270738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this while reading through my old inbox. this is our conversation which i told in a form of a story. contains several spelling and grammar mistakes. but still a good read. (click view image kalau tak nampen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SZfhhZz4JKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_iTnuJz7gKA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SZfhhZz4JKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_iTnuJz7gKA/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302955050232456354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SZfhhZWHAII/AAAAAAAAAJo/Z-8C-88T3-4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SZfhhZWHAII/AAAAAAAAAJo/Z-8C-88T3-4/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302955050107601026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SZfhhCsIJBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0Kd0wiFcHVM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SZfhhCsIJBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0Kd0wiFcHVM/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302955044025934866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SZfhg2vh-0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/x7kQuKN2Ef0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SZfhg2vh-0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/x7kQuKN2Ef0/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302955040818985794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised her i'll finish this story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-8413913871564767448?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8413913871564767448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8413913871564767448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8413913871564767448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8413913871564767448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/02/chronicles-of-dodol-liang-which-and.html' title='chronicles of dodol: the liang, the which? and the walrus'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SZfhhktchxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HObRC5Nl7gE/s72-c/ho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-3877053682672193901</id><published>2009-02-07T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:39:36.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this changes everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SY5bHmHoxkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dcWghBqC8uw/s1600-h/why+so+cengih.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SY5bHmHoxkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dcWghBqC8uw/s320/why+so+cengih.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300273997511444034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXERCISE 1.1b:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. figure 1 shows a diagram of what's in my head. can you guess what i'm trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SY5eg5rMQ8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LQcElDRaLh4/s1600-h/4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SY5eg5rMQ8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LQcElDRaLh4/s320/4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300277730792457154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;figure 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a) a boot to pork hang&lt;br /&gt;b) i like pots&lt;br /&gt;c) buto pak hang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-3877053682672193901?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/3877053682672193901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=3877053682672193901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3877053682672193901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3877053682672193901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-changes-everything.html' title='this changes everything'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SY5bHmHoxkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dcWghBqC8uw/s72-c/why+so+cengih.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-1461236276754006955</id><published>2009-01-25T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:12:09.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fawwaz's complete guide to success! (in getting the ladies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_ad_Al0gI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ldBrAvc6k5U/s1600-h/jap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_ad_Al0gI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ldBrAvc6k5U/s320/jap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296191895475966466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;INTRODUCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a complete easy to follow guide with illustrations to be successful in nailing the chicks. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_XbIWzNbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZELrx9gGQG4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_XbIWzNbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZELrx9gGQG4/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296188547910546866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CONFIDENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The basics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invest on one or two Calvin Klein boxer briefs. if your crotch feels good, so do you. wear them when you're out scouting and hunting. lean on a wall in a crowded area, put your feet nicely apart so people can tell that you are comfortable and available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_XzRQZYCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qVZI_tx0tto/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_XzRQZYCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qVZI_tx0tto/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296188962616467490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Starting your day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn on britney spears's womanizer on your stereo while you put your clothes on. it helps to do a little groove and mouthing the words in front of a mirror while you dress. wink at yourself every now and then.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_YXZ0dqWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EBiw6BSOBRU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_YXZ0dqWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EBiw6BSOBRU/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296189583390517602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WHAT TO WEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Location&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all depends on where you're hunting. if it's cold make sure you wear something warm and comfortable. if its hot and humid, bring along a pair of extra clothes incase you perspire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must wear shades especially in the mall because it is proven that wearing shades gets the girls. make sure its big and looks expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_YXWvr2AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8mpNMpOtyE4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_YXWvr2AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8mpNMpOtyE4/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296189582565169154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THE APPROACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must walk like your father owns the place. moderate strides not to long and not to short. keep your chin up and suck in your gut. wink at few people while walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;option a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Engage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once you've spotten a potential victim.... i mean potential candidate, smoothly walk either towards her or in front of her. after you've passed her slowly (and smoothly) look her way and see if she's looking at you. if not, repeat until she does. laughing loudly with your friends help make you seem like a fun person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;option b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The relative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make your way to the person with open arms while saying a name as though it's her's. then apologize and say you have the wrong person and that she looks exactly like the person's name you just mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;option c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The i'm a reading a book/texting and i cant see where i'm going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretend you're reading something and 'accidentally' bump into her and apologize for your clumsiness. smart books like Einstein's theory or C++ helps make you look intelligent. if you have no excess to a reading material, your phone does the job equally the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;option d)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The rempit sound thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lean on a wall with a few friends. you may cross your legs to make it look more natural. when a cute candidate passes by, purse your lips and suck in hard. you may need to practice tice maneuver because it will tickle the first few tries. (note: most girls may feel disgusted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_YXWfaNVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Sfa6iY0N6Ng/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_YXWfaNVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Sfa6iY0N6Ng/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296189582496904530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THE SIGNALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to identify a sign when you see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Head tilting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a women will often tilt her head to one side at a man who interests her as a signal that she is interested and may be approached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_YXiKt_vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RvD5Iz2dRBQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_YXiKt_vI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RvD5Iz2dRBQ/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296189585631346418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a female likes a male, she will provide a fleeting gaze signals to indicate her interest. usually, the head is tilted down slightly so that the eyes open wider when she gazes and then she will lower her eyes and look away. often she will turn away slightly so that the gaze is given with head turned looking over her shoulder. if she becomes more interested, she will face the man, provide a direct gave and may give a slight smile. a further indication of interest is a slightly open mouth and possibly a licking of the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Blush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many women will blush when they notice a man's interest in them. this is either a sign of interest or it may be because she us embarrassed by the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_YXmNyIkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2o_EurieAag/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_YXmNyIkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2o_EurieAag/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296189586717942338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Preening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may take out her make p mirror to check her lips and make up to get a male's attention or apply lipstick to direct his gaze to her mouth. she may look at her legs or adjust her hosiery to direct attention to her legs. she may even adjust her clothing around her bossom to direct his attention to her..... assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_Zihe1rjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rSGkVyEXNdk/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_Zihe1rjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rSGkVyEXNdk/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296190873937489458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Foot signals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a women may slip one foot partially out of her shoe or repeatedly move it in and out of her shoe as a sexual innuendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bag/book signals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;females sometimes hold their briefcase/shopping bags/handbags/books in between her and the male to create a barrier which is a sign that she is uninterested. don't worry, keep talking to her and give her enough space, if you're lucky enough she'll remove the barrier to allow a more intimate conversation&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_aE3eJrNI/AAAAAAAAAII/uw64E7nHboE/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_aE3eJrNI/AAAAAAAAAII/uw64E7nHboE/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296191463955737810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;LID COVER (PENUTUP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once you've followed these simple guidelines you'll be a pro women killer in no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-1461236276754006955?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/1461236276754006955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=1461236276754006955&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1461236276754006955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1461236276754006955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/01/fawwazs-complete-guide-to-success-in.html' title='Fawwaz&apos;s complete guide to success! (in getting the ladies)'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SX_ad_Al0gI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ldBrAvc6k5U/s72-c/jap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-1285850661984167291</id><published>2009-01-24T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:48:07.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>could you actually change this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SXwJM5ZU-4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/XI3pr3yOVVE/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SXwJM5ZU-4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/XI3pr3yOVVE/s320/time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295117379050994562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you're on my back all the time? &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, most of the time I don't know what the hud's going on.&lt;br /&gt;Half of the time I do, but it'll already be too late. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in a pickle for the first time in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;I used to do it differently the last time.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking I have plenty of time. I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-1285850661984167291?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/1285850661984167291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=1285850661984167291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1285850661984167291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1285850661984167291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2009/01/could-you-actually-change-this.html' title='could you actually change this?'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SXwJM5ZU-4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/XI3pr3yOVVE/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-8999289276287643670</id><published>2008-12-22T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:25:37.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SVBvJx_i72I/AAAAAAAAAFg/q2YxA5ce7GI/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SVBvJx_i72I/AAAAAAAAAFg/q2YxA5ce7GI/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282844576734965602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear beloved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*I've been trying to reach you, &lt;br /&gt;but my extension cord wouldn't reach that far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you are the adhesive that holds my world together&lt;br /&gt;and you are the very fabric that envelopes my weaknesses and fears&lt;br /&gt;dancing in my eyes and in my ears&lt;br /&gt;you are the tissue i use to wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;you are my endorphin rush &lt;br /&gt;soothing me all day&lt;br /&gt;everyday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*saosin - i've dying to reach you / anthony green - dear child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-8999289276287643670?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8999289276287643670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8999289276287643670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8999289276287643670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8999289276287643670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/12/juturna.html' title='Mandala'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SVBvJx_i72I/AAAAAAAAAFg/q2YxA5ce7GI/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-6559935307708030542</id><published>2008-11-29T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:09:07.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New or Rebuild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/STG7mCr6U9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/UjZEGLjMcxc/s1600-h/2829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/STG7mCr6U9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/UjZEGLjMcxc/s320/2829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274202900858033106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari itu saya pergi swimming. lepas itu cekak saya hilang. gelap tidak nampak apa apa. esok saya pergi cari cekak. tidak jumpa. saya hampa. 3 hari saya hidup tanpa cekak. oh derita. hari ini saya beli cekak baru. namun cekak ini bukan cekak saya yang lama, cekak ini masih sangat bermakna bagi saya. saya akan jaganya dengan seelok elok jagaan. memberi kasih sayang dan perhatian yang mencukupi. saya sangat sayang akan cekak saya. dialah segalanya bagi saya. &lt;br /&gt;i lebiu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-6559935307708030542?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/6559935307708030542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=6559935307708030542&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/6559935307708030542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/6559935307708030542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-or-rebuild.html' title='New or Rebuild'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/STG7mCr6U9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/UjZEGLjMcxc/s72-c/2829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-8839761931084564407</id><published>2008-11-28T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:04:35.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Wry? No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/STDBUfgbIWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/R2WAC2akIwY/s1600-h/mew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/STDBUfgbIWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/R2WAC2akIwY/s320/mew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273927721449890146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah, angelic girl, I'll have you know it's you and me potentially. Farrah, don't pull the carpet from under me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-8839761931084564407?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8839761931084564407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8839761931084564407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8839761931084564407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8839761931084564407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-i-wry-no.html' title='Am I Wry? No'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/STDBUfgbIWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/R2WAC2akIwY/s72-c/mew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-4212700965040467201</id><published>2008-11-20T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T04:52:48.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Plague</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SSavEUxZaBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ImcaAqqy6go/s1600-h/hehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SSavEUxZaBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ImcaAqqy6go/s320/hehe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271092902713976850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i name this one.... abstrax jingga! hahaha takde la.&lt;br /&gt;title: late yes, early no k?&lt;br /&gt;a,a,b&lt;br /&gt;c,d,b&lt;br /&gt;c,d,e&lt;br /&gt;f,f,e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enthralled with futile dreams in senescence&lt;br /&gt;Until came a similitude of resemblance&lt;br /&gt;Intramural as well as bent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart sings&lt;br /&gt;About all the promises bound&lt;br /&gt;to kill or simply relent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all intricate things&lt;br /&gt;myself to see reason in sound&lt;br /&gt;of the significance in position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in regard of each filly&lt;br /&gt;it would be silly to be greedy&lt;br /&gt;and board every ship of relation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Plague'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SSavEUxZaBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ImcaAqqy6go/s72-c/hehe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-1471816698934094786</id><published>2008-11-04T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:24:17.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey john what's your name again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SRBIR9Z-rUI/AAAAAAAAADg/vVjD4xINfIE/s1600-h/js%5Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SRBIR9Z-rUI/AAAAAAAAADg/vVjD4xINfIE/s320/js%5Bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264787437774613826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i never really thought that i would hear from you again. i thought it was just a phase. something that i go through. something i've left far behind.  but here you are again. nice of you to drop by.  it feels good sometimes. like i've accomplished something. sleep paralysis.&lt;/span&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/483715495097852307-1471816698934094786?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SRBIR9Z-rUI/AAAAAAAAADg/vVjD4xINfIE/s72-c/js%5Bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-2778204707726624789</id><published>2008-11-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:00:08.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><title type='text'>Alright, i admit... it was a whore house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SQyPzD9ywFI/AAAAAAAAACw/JCRmpxEyj74/s1600-h/job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SQyPzD9ywFI/AAAAAAAAACw/JCRmpxEyj74/s320/job.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263740171889852498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a shitty experience. no seriously. i don't know what came over my bowels tonight but my unscheduled trip to the loo proved quick and pleasant. maybe it was all those carrots i ate (i have a thing with me eyes see, though i doesn't really help because carrots only improve vision and not anomalies within the eye vicinity). it felt like it just walked right out, i didn't even need to put effort. i'm tellin ya, its all those carrots i ate, either that or i'm suing the restaurant for food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we know, we poop faster when eating vegies is because  (forgive me hamirizan if i'm wrong) plant cells contain cellulose which our body cant digest. it softens the shit. so when one finds oneself in constant constipation, one may turn to these wholesome garden grown wonders for aid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-2778204707726624789?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/2778204707726624789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=2778204707726624789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/2778204707726624789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/2778204707726624789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/11/alright-i-admit-it-was-whore-house.html' title='Alright, i admit... it was a whore house'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SQyPzD9ywFI/AAAAAAAAACw/JCRmpxEyj74/s72-c/job.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-8470545278294028956</id><published>2008-10-28T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:19:33.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulls make money, bears make money, pigs get slaughtered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;now let me tell you something about a certain 'line'. there is a line which is drawn in any type of relationship between people be it friends or otherwise. there has always been that line. there never was no line. a line is there. always have. always will. now this line tells somebody where it should stop. one should never carry on after they have reached the border of said line. if one fails to retain oneself from getting carried away, then that means he or she has crossed the line. now i know, who am i to get all upset? i'm not the strongest person and most of the time my opinions don't count and are overwritten by words of other influential people. but this has gone too far. you sir, have crossed the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i know you very well and i know you were just playing around that time. but i didn't really like what i heard. didn't like it one bit. and i couldn't quite sit comfortably thinking about it. honestly have some self respect. you can say that about other people but not about her. no. no in front of me. and don't look at her like that. and seriously when i said stop that day, i really meant it. i know i'm nobody and posting this here is immature, i just want to get this of my chest. &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/483715495097852307-8470545278294028956?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8470545278294028956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8470545278294028956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8470545278294028956'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SQSV9cpGzLI/AAAAAAAAACo/Mharg3wQA5Y/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SQSV9cpGzLI/AAAAAAAAACo/Mharg3wQA5Y/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261495147568745650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad isn't it? when someone close to you is taken away? people you've know all your life. but what if its someone you haven't gotten the chance to know? someone you just met? or someone you haven't being paying attention to? someone who cant even talk yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know most of us take life for granted. doing our daily routines oblivious to the dangers around us. even some of us are damaging ourselves while there are others out there who are fighting real hard just trying to stay alive. its just a matter of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in memory of late aisyah maisarah 1996-1997&lt;br /&gt;al-fatihah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-9186551442566534341?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/9186551442566534341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=9186551442566534341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/9186551442566534341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/9186551442566534341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/10/comedown.html' title='the comedown'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SQSV9cpGzLI/AAAAAAAAACo/Mharg3wQA5Y/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-543593257674600196</id><published>2008-10-13T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:20:17.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>fashion your seatbelts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ee/Earth-crust-cutaway-english.svg/350px-Earth-crust-cutaway-english.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ee/Earth-crust-cutaway-english.svg/350px-Earth-crust-cutaway-english.svg.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;let me explain the gravity of the situation. gravitation is a natural phenomenon by which objects with mass attract one another. to go deeper into this topic i'd like to explain newtons law of universal gravitation in red. you may wish to skip it if it bores you. (then might aswell i write my whole blog in red right? coz semua boring n tiada motive as some people say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;newton's law of universal gravitation is a physical law describing the gravitational attraction between bodies with mass. every point mass attracts every other point mass by a force pointing along the line intersecting both points. the force is proportional to the product of the two masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between the point masses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/math/a/3/0/a30b71b8e68c511e480ac4700751c788.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/math/a/3/0/a30b71b8e68c511e480ac4700751c788.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- F is the magnitude of the gravitational force between the two point masses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    - G is the gravitational constant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    - m1 is the mass of the first point mass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    - m2 is the mass of the second point mass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    - r is the distance between the two point masses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using this formula scientist have proven that if there were to be a tunnel dug straight into the ground through the core of the earth (which is not possible coz its like quite hot in there which is what? an estimation from 5,000 to 6,000 °C) to transport people by enabling a tireless  vehicle to just be dropped into the tunnel and let gravity do the rest. the gravitational pull of the earth enables the vehicle to accelerate very fast and plunge it through the earth passing the core and straight out the other end while it gradually decelerates near the exit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if such a tunnel was built, it would be able to transport people from one part of the globe to the other in just 45 minutes given that it passes the diameter of the earth. lets say i live in tokyo but i have freakin piano lessons in san fransisco. i no longer have to take a plane to get there. i would just hop in these tunnel things then i would be ejaculated on the other side in less than an hour. (not a very wise word to use though as people traveling through this mode of transportation wont be shot out of the tunnel, instead they would come to a perfect rest at the other end as deceleration takes place)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-543593257674600196?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/543593257674600196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=543593257674600196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/543593257674600196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/543593257674600196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/10/fashion-your-seatbelts.html' title='fashion your seatbelts'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-105561134161499950</id><published>2008-09-24T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:32:23.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomy'/><title type='text'>semi-constructive criticism</title><content type='html'>venus is the second closest planet to the sun. it orbits every 225 earth days (just an estimation). it is named after the roman goddess of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the brightest natural object in the night sky, except for the moon, reaching an apparent magnitude of −4.6. infact, to me its the brightest star in the vast expanding universe, that's what sets her apart from the others. her beautiful eyes are always something to look forward to everyday. because venus is an inferior planet from earth, it never appears to venture far from the sun. venus reaches its maximum brightness shortly before sunrise or shortly after sunset, for which reason it is often called the morning star or the evening star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/51/Venus-real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/51/Venus-real.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venus's orbit is slightly inclined relative to the earth's orbit. thus, when the planet passes between the earth and the sun, it usually does not cross the face of the sun. however, transits of venus do occur in pairs separated by eight years, at intervals of about 120 years, when the planet's inferior conjunction coincides with its presence in the plane of the earth's orbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/ba/Venus_pentagram.png/646px-Venus_pentagram.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/ba/Venus_pentagram.png/646px-Venus_pentagram.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the successive inferior conjunctions of venus forming a perfect pattern of a pentacle. the pentacle is also a symbol of love, feminine and beuty. (the earth orbits 8 times for every 13 orbits venus completes. the olympic games once used the pentacle as its logo before changing it into the five rings. this is because the olympic once followed the 8 years orbit cycle of venus before the modern half 4 year 4 year olympic of today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-105561134161499950?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/105561134161499950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=105561134161499950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/105561134161499950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/105561134161499950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/09/semi-constructive-criticism.html' title='semi-constructive criticism'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-5148541694215303625</id><published>2008-09-19T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:32:49.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><title type='text'>for stevie wonder's eyes only</title><content type='html'>i had another dream about you. we were in a hospital, she was there too. as you both regarded me closely, i could feel something wrong. you spoke in tongues. it seems that i've been lying in this bed for weeks. the typical hospital smell fills this ward. you just stood there. she just stood there, next to you. growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i know i was rushed outside. in the halls, straight into a two door elevator. i wasn't really worried, no, not with your hands held tightly in mine. not with her standing beside us wearing a face that assures me everything will be alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the operation was a success. after the transplant, i admired my scar for a few moments. you had one too. neatly stitched into a half moon. you saved my life. i am truly grateful. even though it was only a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dream has inspired me to do some research about kidney failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/da/Gray1120.png/455px-Gray1120.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/da/Gray1120.png/455px-Gray1120.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turns out that biochemically, it is typically detected by an elevated serum creatinine. in the science of physiology, renal failure is described as a decrease in the glomerular filtration rate. when the kidneys malfunction, problems frequently encountered are abnormal fluid levels in the body, deranged acid levels, abnormal levels of potassium, calcium, phosphate, hematuria (blood in the urine) and (in the longer term) anemia. Long-term kidney problems have significant repercussions on other diseases, such as cardiovascular disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-5148541694215303625?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/5148541694215303625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=5148541694215303625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/5148541694215303625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/5148541694215303625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-stevie-wonders-eyes-only.html' title='for stevie wonder&apos;s eyes only'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-3521700939293436000</id><published>2008-09-15T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T07:25:41.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and you will know us from the trail of dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/220500/220929RWYV_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/220500/220929RWYV_w.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happens all the time. feuds among friends. i hope this resolves quickly. i don't want any childish acts of isolation. fighting among brothers, this is what makes us weak. we mustn't  let inferior women tear apart years of friendship and undying loyalty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not backing him up, he's old enough to do that himself. i just want to say that there is no point in this senseless quarrel. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tengok korang dah buat apa. aku dah mengadu kat blog dah macam awek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-3521700939293436000?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/3521700939293436000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=3521700939293436000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3521700939293436000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3521700939293436000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-you-will-know-us-from-trail-of-dead.html' title='and you will know us from the trail of dead'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-3168079393703331287</id><published>2008-09-07T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:56:04.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one day women will all become monsters</title><content type='html'>i'll try not to be so morbid. but i cant hide the fact that i'm dying inside. i am now sitting here facing you, the thought of you leaving is unbearable. you have reduced me to this empty shell. but this is for your own good. he will arrive shortly to take you away. but i cant just sit here and watch my soul being ripped from her sockets. i have to do something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the day i first touched you. the way you purr softly. your sweet dark skin, they were cleaner then. i cant stand this. My life will be taken away from me. dont take her away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its for your own good my queen. i have left you uncared for many years and you have begun to collect dust. various downloads and device sharing has led you to viral infections. you understand right? it'll all be alright baby, it wont be for long. we'll see each other again. just dont forget me. or the things i saved. my photoshop files. the songs i haven't transfered into my phone yet and of course the conversations i saved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. the orang computer will arrive soon. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-3168079393703331287?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/3168079393703331287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=3168079393703331287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3168079393703331287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3168079393703331287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-day-women-will-all-become-monsters.html' title='one day women will all become monsters'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-7329017568316665280</id><published>2008-09-01T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:33:18.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>this could be anywhere in the world</title><content type='html'>atmospheric pressure is the pressure at any given point in the Earth's atmosphere. in most circumstances atmospheric pressure is closely approximated by the hydrostatic pressure caused by the weight of air above the measurement point. the standard atmosphere is a unit of pressure and is defined as being precisely equal to 101.325 kPa. the non standard equivalent to that is 76cmHg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressure varies smoothly from the earth's surface to the top of the mesosphere. these changes in pressure affects things. eg: airplanes, submarines, plastic bottles, hearts, ect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/38/Air_pressure_crushing_a_plastic_bottle_p1180559.jpg/272px-Air_pressure_crushing_a_plastic_bottle_p1180559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/38/Air_pressure_crushing_a_plastic_bottle_p1180559.jpg/272px-Air_pressure_crushing_a_plastic_bottle_p1180559.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this plasic bottle was closed at approx 2000m altitude then brought back to sea level &lt;br /&gt;again. it was crushed by air pressure. plastic bottles arent the only thing preassure can crush. she can crush things as big as submarines to things as small as your blood capillaries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uwsp.edu/geo/faculty/ritter/images/atmosphere/pressure_wind/merc_barometer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.uwsp.edu/geo/faculty/ritter/images/atmosphere/pressure_wind/merc_barometer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture of a mercury barometer. it is used to measure atmospheric pressure in cmHg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there were an instrument to measure happiness in a person, and someone were to use it on me to measure mine, i guess the readings would be off the scale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-7329017568316665280?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/7329017568316665280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=7329017568316665280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/7329017568316665280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/7329017568316665280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-could-be-anywhere-in-world.html' title='this could be anywhere in the world'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-7610927152492775087</id><published>2008-08-16T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:33:36.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other'/><title type='text'>the pros and cons of breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.despair.com/products/demotivators/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px;" src="http://images.despair.com/products/demotivators/dreams.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreaming. dreams are the images, thoughts and feelings experienced while sleeping, particularly strongly associated with rapid eye movement sleep. the contents and biological purposes of dreams are not fully understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i for one, hate dreams. especially when they taunt me. showing me the things i will never become and events i will never experience. people i will never be with. reminding me what i will never achieve. but, you were so beautiful. your skin was so soft. sometimes i never want to wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-7610927152492775087?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/7610927152492775087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=7610927152492775087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/7610927152492775087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/7610927152492775087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/08/pros-and-cons-of-breathing.html' title='the pros and cons of breathing'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-1160128308958996926</id><published>2008-08-15T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:33:59.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomy'/><title type='text'>i slept with fawwaz and all i got was this stupid blog written about me</title><content type='html'>looking out for the earth, the only thing that stands between safety and total annihilation is the planet jupiter. being the biggest planet in our solar system, jupiter's gravitational pull is very strong. it doest matter how much hits jupiter take for earth, he does it willingly. he is not afraid of pain. he is not afraid to bleed. asteroids and space debris are nothing but dust to him, pulling them into his atmosphere to ensure a safe peaceful life on earth. earth, as small as she is, she is arrogant. she fails to notice what jupiter has done for her. what he has felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to take his mind of earth, jupiter has 63 moons to keep him company. four of them are the galilien moons which are calissto, ganymede, europa and io. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/07/Jupiter.moons2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/07/Jupiter.moons2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closest to jupiter is io. she is hot tempered. (she has fucking volcanoes) she spins arround jupiter the fastest and this proves to be annoying sometimes but jupiter just puts up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f0/Tvastarpic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f0/Tvastarpic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few thousand idontknowhowmany kilometers from io is europa. she's the opposite of io altogether, instead of thousands of active volcanoes on her surface, she has a cracked surface where inside lay water. life may ever be a possibility beneath the frozen surface. you'll see her once after every four times io spins arround jupiter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/88/EuropaInterior1.jpg/437px-EuropaInterior1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/88/EuropaInterior1.jpg/437px-EuropaInterior1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now genymede is the largest natural satellite in the solar system. it's almost as big as earth if i'm not mistaken. but she's quite slow tough. i dont really know much about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/83/Galilean_moon_Laplace_resonance_animation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/83/Galilean_moon_Laplace_resonance_animation.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diagram shows how slow genymede is compared to io and europa. but everytime she completes her orbit arround jupiter, it'll be worth it. to see the smile on her surface exterior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-1160128308958996926?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/1160128308958996926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=1160128308958996926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1160128308958996926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1160128308958996926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-slept-with-fawwaz-and-all-i-got-was.html' title='i slept with fawwaz and all i got was this stupid blog written about me'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-1859177336661036663</id><published>2008-08-08T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T07:56:44.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lindsay quit lollygagging</title><content type='html'>i wish i could say me and seven other friends went to 88speedmart and bought eight packets of sunflower seeds each and ate them all at 8pm just now but that would be a lie. nothing atypical happened today. so i'll post a few not so scurrilous pictures to make up for this uninteresting post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SJxdKzDrmHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qMnsN4yfZl4/s1600-h/Imes002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SJxdKzDrmHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qMnsN4yfZl4/s320/Imes002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232159307183396978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha cb tailor. &lt;br /&gt;taken near kelana jaya lrt station &lt;br /&gt;near taman sea (sea park) area if not mistaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SJxdLM_zOBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lr3nZm38c1M/s1600-h/Imes012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SJxdLM_zOBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lr3nZm38c1M/s320/Imes012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232159314146441234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha team lobos. &lt;br /&gt;taken at the toll apa tah dekat kelana jaya jugak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-1859177336661036663?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/1859177336661036663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=1859177336661036663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1859177336661036663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1859177336661036663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wish-i-could-say-me-and-seven-other.html' title='lindsay quit lollygagging'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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/_x-QqIMq8ybw/SJxdKzDrmHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/qMnsN4yfZl4/s72-c/Imes002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-8683219311700000183</id><published>2008-08-05T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:34:22.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><title type='text'>a cold day in health</title><content type='html'>i have come to realize that i consume an average of 450 doses of medicine each year not including flu shots and suppliments such as vitamins. that means i consume more than 1.85 tablets and/or syrup form of medicine every day. this is due to me falling ill every once in while. falling ill does not mean i have a poor immune system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my immune system just doesn't see the point of fighting viruses. perhaps they've lost the will to fight and live. as i fall more ill each and everyday, i cant help but wonder what has happened to the young healthy boy i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets investigate shall we? one of the many reasons why people get infections are because of hygienic reasons. recently i punctured my foot and blood was gushing out madly all over the floor. it wont stop bleeding. this probably due to the laziness of my platelets (Platelets, or thrombocytes, are the cells circulating in the blood that are involved in the cellular mechanisms of primary hemostasis leading to the formation of blood clots) to perform what they were born to do. either that or i'm lacking vitamn K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i leave that wound unattended and undressed, germs and bacteria can easily enter my body and spawn various diseases and infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually when foreign shit enters the body, the immune system will detect them and send an army of WBC (white blood cells) to rid them from the body. the white blood cells act like independent, single-celled organisms and are the second arm of the innate immune system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i fall ill so often i'm suspecting my white blood cells do not want to kill the bacteria. infact, maybe they're too engulfed in their failed love and crumbling private social lives to give a fuck or two. maybe they dont see the point in helping me getting better. maybe they're just misunderstood. what's the point in fighting if you don't win anything in the end. its hopeless. there is nothing you can say or do to make them feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture of a white blood cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/wbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/wbc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture of my white blood cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/emowbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h236/nasikempis/emowbc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-8683219311700000183?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8683219311700000183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8683219311700000183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8683219311700000183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8683219311700000183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/08/cold-day-in-health.html' title='a cold day in health'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-5904861586105288730</id><published>2008-08-04T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:30:21.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dulu in disdain</title><content type='html'>not the best i can come up with&lt;br /&gt;but it's a start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe all these cries of failure&lt;br /&gt;and these tears of depression&lt;br /&gt;are just an overreaction. &lt;br /&gt;a mentality i share with the near fell.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was immature&lt;br /&gt;a pathetic cry for attention&lt;br /&gt;in this sodding situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no assumptions they spat&lt;br /&gt;"diminish your efforts of being inscrutable,&lt;br /&gt;she is not entertained by this,"&lt;br /&gt;well fuck all these words in my ear&lt;br /&gt;I'll fold my cards on the table&lt;br /&gt;reside until this fire come to cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will show her&lt;br /&gt;he is truly unfit for the post&lt;br /&gt;i will show her&lt;br /&gt;that i love her the most&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-5904861586105288730?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/5904861586105288730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-8212544067924977408</id><published>2008-07-26T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:18:14.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not your regular assunta shit.</title><content type='html'>this might give a first impression of the usual teenage rants about failed love along with those bitchy attitudes. Instead this is something totally different. Yet it is not that different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tadi aku ada ushar satu awek ni. her name is ekyn. Idk la if that is her real name or nickname or what but that's what's written on her name tag. She works as a waitress in a restaurant in the gardens. I was eating dinner there just now. She's beautiful. Short. Kurus. The rambut. You know the rambut i like. Just my taste la. She looks so much like a form 2 girl from my school. I bet she's from kelantan. It's either that or i'm a sucker for girls who wear make up. If i'm twenty or eighteen la the least, i would have approached her and mintak number or something.  Anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why is this entry so much different than your average boring repeating teenage stories? It's because i typed this whole shit by just using my thumbs. Cool eh? Guna phone. Haha. So cool la my phone ada opera mini. So talented la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-8212544067924977408?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/8212544067924977408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=8212544067924977408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8212544067924977408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/8212544067924977408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-your-regular-assunta-shit.html' title='not your regular assunta shit.'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-264679492611748725</id><published>2008-07-21T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:35:20.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><title type='text'>death by mixtape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b8/Illu_lymph_node_structure.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b8/Illu_lymph_node_structure.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lymph node is an organ consisting of many types of cells, and is a part of the lymphatic system. Lymph nodes are found throughout the body, and act as filters or traps for foreign particles and contain white blood cells. Thus they are important in the proper functioning of the immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lymph nodes have clinical significance, too. They get inflamed or enlarged in various conditions, which may range from as trivial as throat infection to life-threatening conditions as cancers. In the latter, the condition of lymph nodes is so significant that it is used for cancer staging, which decides the treatment modalities to be employed, and for determining the prognosis (the outcome of disease).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lymph nodes can be also used for diagnosis by biopsy whenever they are inflamed. Certain diseases affect lymph nodes with characteristic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;biopsy ni maksudnya "medical test involving the removal of cells or tissues for examination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tadi aku dibawa ke hospital damansara untuk do this biopsy shit. bila satu satu biopsy dilakukan sekadar untuk mengeluarkan sebagahigian tissue atau organ sahaja ia dipangil core biopsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans have approximately 500-600 lymph nodes distributed throughout the body, with clusters found in the underarms, groin, neck, chest, and abdomen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4c/Lymph_node_regions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4c/Lymph_node_regions.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searing pain is felt around the inner thigh and testicular area. is then reported to cik suzila (teacher in class at the moment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a mineral water bottle to help swallow a ponstan tablet. pain gradually lessens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to the clinic via mom's car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11.30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at clinic and is checked for symptoms of cancer and injected with something i couldn't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought kfc toaster twister because hungry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to damansara specialist hospital to meet a pathologist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest was history and now layan lagu damaged by danity kane coz macam awal awal dia bunyi cam janet jackson sikit and dia ada kata :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do, Do you got a first aid kit handy?&lt;br /&gt;Do, Do you know how to patch up a wound?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Are-are-are-are you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you patient,&lt;br /&gt;Understanding? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jadi macam theme song aku hari ini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-264679492611748725?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/264679492611748725/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-2716111770469737844</id><published>2008-07-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:30:16.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplations</title><content type='html'>as facts moan like a whore in my face, i cant help but waste many moons in the shower. all the same it's not a fucking bathtub. the oceans dry under protest. the stars align its tale. an ever grand universe above my head, tearing apart violently across the heavens like something i thought i had. sow them back together my fair queen, i can bear to touch the thread. to feel what i thought i've felt again. something so thin in fear of self prick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the very first time i laid eyes on you beneath the amphitheater. as the sun kissed your cheeks and wind blowing in your hair. an angelic scent surrounds you like plants in the common garden. you have this smile. he's lucky to be yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-2716111770469737844?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/2716111770469737844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=2716111770469737844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/2716111770469737844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/2716111770469737844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/07/contemplations.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-1009149285252420884</id><published>2008-06-15T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T07:04:57.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wit tha sure shot, , sure ta make tha bodies drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;culture shock. former sin goer and frequent profanity thrower, badrul* has jus just been injected into IIUM (international islamic university malaysia) last tuesday. after a grueling 4 days of orientation, she finds that things aren't the same from where she was brought up. for instance wearing a scarface (tudung) is compulsory for the female students studying there. where relevant, even socializing with the opposite sex there is frowned upon and is rarely seen there. for example a group of female students would sit here on this side of the field while the male students would sit there, on the otherside of the field and like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam tu la tak tau apa nak cakap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so one thing happened one day in the lecture hall. badrul and her friends always fight to seat at the hujung of the female side of the hall. this is because the hujung seat is the closest the will get to a male student. badrul won the opportunity to seat at the hujung one day. she then scours the vicinity for hot guys. when she spots one sitting pretty near to her, she asks his name.'' zuzu*" he answered. "where are you from zuzu?" badrul asked. zuzu then said he was from some integerasi school in kelantan or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! badrul remembered kumar*, another female student she spoke to earlier was from the same school as zuzu. so she then asked kumar "hey you kenal tak lelaki yang duduk dekat situ?". kumar then answerd "sorry, i tak boleh tengok lelaki,". haha.  terkejut kultur si badrul tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*named changed&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/483715495097852307-1009149285252420884?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/1009149285252420884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=1009149285252420884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1009149285252420884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/1009149285252420884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/06/wit-tha-sure-shot-sure-ta-make-tha.html' title='Wit tha sure shot, , sure ta make tha bodies drop'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-6629298689794130058</id><published>2008-06-04T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:43:09.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i cut my hair, if. thats a good word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"now things are going to get a lot tougher" my father said as he stepped into the house after failing to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;isi minyak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; at the local petronas petrol station in bukit jelutong this evening (support local scene). for the first time i think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;berlakunya jam di taman perumahan ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; due to the increase of petroleum  prices. the queue to the petrol station was unbelievable. stupendous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;petrol is used for transportation so berikutan dengan price increase ni almost everything will end up being more pricier than before. food would definitely increase, and same goes to oil based products like prawn olio and plastic.  so my excuse to epul or din if they ask me why i didnt cut my hair, i'll probably say something like "minyak naik, so tak mampu beli minyak rambut," or "ibu saya nak beli beras tapi tak jadi beli,".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;oh and now my dad goes to work by car instead of his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt; F15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;due to jet fuel sky rocketing. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-6629298689794130058?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/6629298689794130058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=6629298689794130058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/6629298689794130058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/6629298689794130058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-cut-my-hair-if-thats-good-word.html' title='if i cut my hair, if. thats a good word.'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-7401733257115261722</id><published>2008-05-30T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:07:26.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>qoute beluncas.</title><content type='html'>my father has a friend named jamal. i call him uncle jamal. my father calls him john. because he is an aiman. (caucasian). now jamal john here was one of my father's university mates i think. we used to go to sabah and play futsal and stuff. but its been a long time since i've heard from the guy. wonder what happened to him. now what reminded me of him was this phone conversation of me and faris. this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;fawwaz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;faris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;aiman&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, [stuff i cant hear]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hi &lt;/span&gt;(serious man suara dia tangkap alam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;faris?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;why yes its me, faris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;okay. emm. malam ni buat apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tonight. uh well. hehehe. tonight:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;aiman says hi&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;birthday ko esok eh? ke 31st ek? aku fikir esok tapi owank katew 31st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my birthday is 31st :D why would they lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;oh. okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;aiman says hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah. alright. hehe hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;erm. ko tengah buat apa ni? ketam bosan son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh well umm. aiman says hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ohhh shitttt&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;okay? hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah well me and aiman are well ummmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ko tengah tangkap ke faris&lt;/span&gt; (dalam otak aku sekarang apahal sial budak ni coz seriously la suara dia happy semacam and tengah giggling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tengah happy semacam je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;well why cant i be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;err right. chao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;okay bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengah duduk fikir apa telah terjadi pada rakan sebaya itu tiba tiba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;middle sit think what has accidently happened to friend of same age that suddenly suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm a barbie girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in a barbie world&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ringtone ku berbunyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my ringtone sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;weh wazzzz, weh sorry ar tadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tak tadi aku gaybarn aiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dia fikir aku tengah cakap ngan dayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ahahhahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ahahha tu ar ko mesti fikir apa kena dengan aku sial tadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;haha tu ar aku pikir ko tangkap sial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ahaha aiman dah cuak ah tadi aku cakap aiman says hi tadi dok bising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sebenarnya tak banyak orang faham la cerita ni. and takde kene mengena dengan jamal john pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay truthfully no many people understand story this. and no have hit hitting with jamal john also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-7401733257115261722?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/7401733257115261722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=7401733257115261722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/7401733257115261722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/7401733257115261722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/05/preparing-to-pull-leroy-jenkins-we-were.html' title='qoute beluncas.'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-3672809940887882695</id><published>2008-05-26T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:11:08.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>does papa papaya you, yeah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my father is a doctor. he treats many diseases and accidents everyday. but one particular story he decided to share with the rest of us (my family) at the dinner table last night  is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day a man named encik *azmed bin mohd azmod went into my father's clinic, he complained "doctor, i cant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berak&lt;/span&gt;. it is very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keras&lt;/span&gt;. i am in constant pain,". my father contemplated this statement for a while. now he asked him to eat betik. vegetables and fruits has fibre or otherwise known as roughage if i'm not mistaken. this will help one discrete wastes  easily as if it was sliding down a tunnel in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;petrosains&lt;/span&gt;. but betik on the other hand contains an enzyme which acts as a catalyst to further compliment the turd discarding process by tenfold surpassing other  fruits and vegetables. which means more crap, less the effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a month, the same guy came in again, only this time my father did not recognize him because believe it or not his skin turned bright yellow. yellow like a bottle of mustard. everywhere. his hands, face, chest, legs just everywhere. my father exclaimed "my good man, what has happened to you?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's just what i wanted to ask you!" he cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, what did you do this past few weeks?" my father asked while stroking his beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i've been eating one or sometimes two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole betiks&lt;/span&gt; everyday," he said innocently as if it was the most normal thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a true story. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betik&lt;/span&gt;, like carrots, contain beta carotene instead of chlorophyll. this is what caused his patients skin to to change to bright yellow. poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my father told him from now one stop eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betik&lt;/span&gt; you fool. the story is not over yet. the next month, he came in again and complained he cant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;named changed because i dont know his real name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;the lesson of this story is just eat a few cuts of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betik&lt;/span&gt; once in a while  if your doctor advices you to do so. don't eat the whole fruit everyday. unless if you're planning to support &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rumah kuning&lt;/span&gt; during sports day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483715495097852307-3672809940887882695?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/3672809940887882695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=3672809940887882695&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3672809940887882695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/3672809940887882695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/05/papa-papaya.html' title='does papa papaya you, yeah?'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-2506682821024788688</id><published>2008-05-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:57:05.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nerdy to the exterame, whiter than sour cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;regardless whether your parents are at home or not, do not take the advantage to shower yourself with guilty pleasures no matter how fast your internet connection is when you know you have basketball training tomorrow morning. it will effect your game. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; nanti penat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesgallery.com/Pic/5tired349089068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam budak ni. dekat rak pun jadilah.&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/483715495097852307-2506682821024788688?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483715495097852307.post-5193026655714060465</id><published>2008-05-23T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:08:07.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awaz goneng. growing up not in terrenganu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;faris's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when i was little. around the age of 7 or so. me and my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;danial&lt;/span&gt; were playing in my room. my room then was actually a room where there was a floor and you can actually see the floor where people can do things on. unlike my room now which looks like as if its made of clothes and socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were playing right, its a hybrid of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; and other toys i got from McDonald's. the scene was like this, my fictional self was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hercules&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;danial&lt;/span&gt; was this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; dude. i built an elevator using toy soldiers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;punya&lt;/span&gt; thing. it led up the table. there was as we imagined it then, heaven. on my bed across the room laid toy dinosaurs and several power rangers action figures is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my fictional self was like at war at this time (the war occurred on the floor), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;danial&lt;/span&gt; died in the war. he went to hell and his head (since he's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; dude) got chopped of and was used as a ball for a game between dinosaurs vs power rangers soccer friendly match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile on the other side of the room i rescued my short school (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sekolah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rendah&lt;/span&gt;) crush, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aqilah&lt;/span&gt; from certain doom via giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt; snake. i was the hero this time and we got married until a part where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;danial&lt;/span&gt; returned from the dead and killed me (he liked her too) and i went to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back at my childhood playtime, i begin to realise how things have changed. instead of a holy table, now this table holds a computer. and instead of friends playing innocently with toys and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; dudes in the room, now the only thing i could find is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ayu&lt;/span&gt; sleeping after a satisfactory game of god of war. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;faris&lt;/span&gt; lying on his bed as naked as the day he was born. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;aboi&lt;/span&gt; eating packet after packet of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;maggi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what herodotus didnt say "&lt;i&gt;those who ate nuts and beans are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;condemned&lt;/span&gt; to experience indigestion,"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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terrenganu'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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-483715495097852307.post-6019994316475091371</id><published>2008-05-23T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:56:21.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bilingual (perhaps the shortest blog title i can come up with)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello. i want to write in bahasa boleh? coz tengah feeling macam nak write in bahasa. i'll write the translation in english for those who cant understand bahasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;okay. hari ini aku pergi sekolah kerana hari ini adalah hari persekolahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kemudian balik sekolah aku makan nasi kerana nasi merupakan hidangan makan tengah hari pada hari ini. selepas itu aku pergi rumah haris meng kerana mahu teman dia pergi jumpa teman wanitanya iaitu khaleeda. justeru (aku tau ni salah tempat nak guna justeru), aku balik ke rumah haris meng, kami bersama sama rakan rakan lain seperti ayu, faris, ja, kash, aboi, dan aiman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tengah panas dalam permainan gta4 tiba tiba battery controller mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;maka akupun bawa kash dan aiman sebagai teman untuk beli batteri baharu/baru/bahru (tak tau yang mana satu). sebaik sahaja habis beli, kami pulang hanya untuk mendapat tahu bahawa haris dan ayu keluar pergi kelas drum. lalu kami juga turut serta pergi ke tempat dimana kelasnya berlangsung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;selepas haris tamat kelasnya, kami semua temannya pergi jumpa teman wanitanya lagi sekali. sambil itu aku kata pada haris 'tengok dalam dashboard tu, ada present untuk kau'. dia membuka dashboard dan apa yang dapat dilihat adalah battery dan marlboro 14 ku. dia dengan tidak segannya mengambil kotak marlboro tanpa menghiraukan battery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kemudian petang itu pula selepas perjumpaan haris dan teman wanitanya, kami bergegas ke padang untuk bermain bole sepak. kerana kami ingin cergas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okay. today i go school because today school day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;next back school i eat rice because rice is serve meal today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after that i go house haris berserk because want escort him meet friend girlhis which is khaleeda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;justeru (i dont know what the fuck justeru means in english nor do i know what it means but i get marks for using this word in my exams.), i back to house haris berserk. we with with friend friend other like ayu, faris, kash, aboi and aiman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;middle heat in play gta4 suddenly battery controller die.  (peace upon his soul)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;therefore i brought kash and aiman friend to buy batteries new/new/new (no know which one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as good as finish buy, we return only to find that haris and ayu are out go class drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;walk us also joined go to place where the class takes place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after haris ends classhis, we all friend him go meer his friend girl again one time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;while that i said to haris 'look in the dashboard, i have something for you,' he opens it to see batteries and a pack of marlboro 14s. him with shamelessness took the pack without giving a second glance to the batteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;next that evening after meeting haris and his girlfriend, we went to the field to play ball kick. because we want to stay fit and lead a healthy lifestyle. clean and positive son&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/483715495097852307-6019994316475091371?l=fawwazthethird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/feeds/6019994316475091371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=483715495097852307&amp;postID=6019994316475091371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/6019994316475091371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483715495097852307/posts/default/6019994316475091371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fawwazthethird.blogspot.com/2008/05/bilingual.html' title='bilingual (perhaps the shortest blog title i can come up with)'/><author><name>fawwaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14033345638105058101</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></feed>
